Only then did Meng Xiaojun realize that his current situation was like a little fat sheep that had broken into a pack of wolves. Facing the strange eyes of these black and strong people, his whole body tensed up and he hurriedly followed Sang Mian. footsteps.
Meng Xiaojun's three groups had already been watching on the street and they also started their actions. The three groups went to three different places. After a while, the sound of an engine exploding was heard on the street of Isiro, and a group of people started to move. In this way, Uncle Black, who has transformed into a will-o'-the-wisp on the African savanna, seems to be going on a spontaneous trip.
Meng Xiaojun and Sang Mian had already boarded their jeep parked not far away, and left the place quickly after a roar of the motor.
Meng Xiaojun looked nervously at the group of Heizhou Ghost Fire Uncles following them, and even spoke a little tremblingly.
Looking at the black men carrying AKs and bullet belts, Meng Xiaojun was very afraid that he would be beaten into a sieve.
"He...he...who are they!"
Because he saw that the people sitting behind five of the ghost fire uncles were actually holding AKs above their heads, and they seemed to be preparing to shoot them!
Sang Mian just glanced at the rearview mirror and stopped paying attention to the group of black brothers. He answered Meng Xiaojun's question: "They come from the tribal alliance within a radius of 30,000 square kilometers in Isiro City. Basically, Isiro City can Said it was under their control.
Oh, you may not understand when I say this. In fact, they are just a group of small tribes united together, with the strongest tribal chief as the leader, and they are just a force formed together.
Or if I explain it more clearly, you might understand if they usually transform into tribal armed forces at certain times.
If you still don’t understand, you should understand that they belong to local warlords, right? "
Meng Xiaojun's head exploded with a bang, "Are you saying that we are armed anyway?!"
Sang Mian continued to explain to him: "It's not as serious as you think. The chiefs of Heizhou are generally very well-behaved. They just care about matters on their own territory and cooperate with some official policies. Don't worry about living a small life." How moisturizing it is.
But if you feel that any of the official policies are not to your liking, it is normal to occasionally join forces to work part-time as anti-positive and negative forces to cause trouble, and finally negotiate the terms with the official before continuing to live your own life. After all, children who can cry have milk. Eat. "
What a part-time job!
Is there any part-time job in the positive and negative armed forces anyway? !
The baby who still cries gets milk!
"Then what is your purpose?"
"Oh, it's very simple. We recently decided to expand, so we will be the first to attack them."
Meng Xiaojun's whole outlook on life was refreshed at this time. How could such a weird thing exist in this world?
Moreover, he has not found this kind of trick in any book or any news media report in the United States.
At this time, he thought about what his father and grandfather often said to him when he was looking through the family collection of books: "Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles; traveling thousands of miles is not as good as reading countless people; reading countless people , it is better to be enlightened by a famous teacher than to be guided by a famous teacher.”
He had read this passage in many books, but it was only now that it really made him thought-provoking.
Meng Xiaojun looked at Sang Mian's relaxed and comfortable expression and gradually relaxed, and no longer paid attention to the black guys chasing them behind.
He finally saw that Sang Mian was not timid at all. Obviously, the opponent's confidence was definitely not the two Glocks on his waist.
Meng Xiaojun only felt that his whole mentality had undergone earth-shaking changes, and he even teased Sang Mian: "Then do you Nanwa often do this?"
Seeing that the child was still in a joking mood, Sang Mian laughed and joked: "We don't need to do this. Anyway, Sunshine has long ignored us. Besides, Nanwa, the Quansan Gang, is the most active in paying taxes. I think Sunshine will give us a one-ton medal."
Da da da da da da da da da—
A burst of AK fire reached Meng Xiaojun's ears, but he just turned around and glanced at the tiny cracks on the rear window glass and ignored it.
Cricket AK just wants to deal with Uncle Meng, just practice for two more years, kid!
He even had time to extend one hand out of the car window and make an internationally recognized gesture.
Sang Mian reminded him: "It's best not to expose any part of your body..."
Da da da da da da da—
Before he finished speaking, he saw Meng Xiaojun retract his hand like an electric shock, because he just saw a flash of sparks on the car door. . .
"Well, although the marksmanship of these black uncles all relies on faith, there will always be times when a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, so you should be more careful."
Meng Xiaojun smiled at him sarcastically, "Then we are being chased by them all the time? You haven't told me yet, what does our doing these things have to do with expanding our territory?"
Sang Mian glanced at him in surprise. Did this kid start calling the Aka tribe "we"?
Do you think that the Akha tribe is one of your own?
Thinking of this, I stopped hiding it from him. Everyone would know it in less than two days anyway.
"Mainly for an excuse."
Meng Xiaojun asked doubtfully: "Excuse?"
"Yes, it's an excuse to send troops to those three tribes! Now the Gangguojin mess is a big headache, and the officials don't have the time to take care of the conflicts between these tribes. As long as they give them an explanation, they can make it go away. Excuses will do."
"Then what excuse do we have?"
"Chief Botha's distinguished guests were frightened."
Meng Xiaojun was speechless and choked after hearing this.
Can you guys get some snacks?
Sang Mian was filled with emotion after seeing his expression.
“To be honest, I have always been opposed to fishing with salty bait and straight hooks, and I really don’t want to use such a bad excuse.
But I really don’t understand how the brain circuits of those black uncles grow. Before you, we have asked three part-time summer mercenaries from the Aka tribe to do exactly the same thing as you, but those black uncles still just You followed me without hesitation, do you understand what I mean? "
What else could Meng Xiaojin say at this time?
Is this poor place like Heizhou so unrestrained?
"Okay! Our reinforcements are here!"
Meng Xiaojun was brought back to the real world by these words and quickly looked out the window.
Immediately, he saw three military jeeps with miniguns on them passing by them. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and was finally safe.
Da da da da da da da da—
When the group of will-o'-the-wisp black uncles saw that there were people on the other side, they quickly turned around and prepared to return to the city. Unfortunately, at this time, Minigang had already started their roar.
boom--
The five motorcycles were blown up in an instant and turned into balls of fire. Meng Xiaojun's heartbeat accelerated rapidly as he looked at the fierce scene behind him. He could only feel that his whole body was dry.
This kind of scene was still too much of a shock to him, who had always lived in a place full of order.
At this time, he once again realized that he was in a war-torn black continent, not the mainland or the United States, and more than twenty living lives disappeared before his eyes.
Looking at Sang Mian's dull expression, he remembered what the other person's experience meant. It didn't seem to be much better in the triangle!
"Do you often face this situation in Triangle?"
Sang Mian just gave him a darkly humorous answer: "I really like the atmosphere here, because most people here depend on their faith for their lives."
Sang Mian really meant what he said. When we fought with people in the triangle place before, although everyone's marksmanship was not very good, they were much better than these black uncles, and all of them were old yin Bs. How can he be as unrestrained as the black uncle here who squats in the grass and fires cold guns?
He even felt that if Jinsha could bring all his men here to make big news, without outside intervention, he would have become king in this place south of the Sahara within ten years.
