When they first came into contact, Li Zheng and Wang Translator were actually very nervous.
Especially Li Zheng.
If he were in college, he would not have any chance to feel and experience this situation and feeling.
Foreign countries, wars, peacekeeping, armed organizations, strangers.
Everything.
If you don't join the military or join the special forces, you have no chance.
Before Li Zheng walked out of the door with Translator Wang, he loaded the bullets in the rifle and turned off the safety. His finger was placed next to the trigger ring, and the thumb of his right hand was already pressing on the safety.
As long as there is any disturbance, he is confident that he can raise the gun and shoot in one second.
Although Li Zheng is a sniper.
But he was a sniper in the special forces, especially one of the best snipers in the commandos.
He learned to snipe alone.
The so-called single sniper is to carry out the task without an observer, and one person alone undertakes the two comprehensive tasks of sniping and observation.
Although this seems simple, there are many ways to do it, and it is not as simple as what is shown in TV movies, especially dramas.
Only with good physical strength and excellent overall quality can one become a truly qualified solo sniper.
Li Zheng and Fatty Wei, one on the left and the other on the right, protected Translator Wang as they walked toward the locals squatting on the roadside.
They were nervous. In fact, the locals were also nervous.
They were all squatting on the side of the road, and some were sitting on the ground. When they saw Li Zheng and others approaching with loaded guns, they stood up alertly.
Walk?
of course not.
In their eyes, the peacekeeping camp is a business.
In a place like country l, there is not much business that can be done. Providing corresponding services to peacekeeping camps or foreign garrison camps to earn profits is already a very popular and highly respected business.
Most people really can’t do it.
"Hello!"
Translator Wang's greetings are always official.
You know, before leaving the country, leaders at all levels gave various explanations and repeated instructions at the mobilization meeting to remind everyone that when they go out, they represent their own country, not just the United Nations.
Among the locals, most are young, and there are also a few middle-aged people.
Seeing translator Wang greeting people in English, they all wondered how these yellow-skinned people could speak English.
When Translator Wang saw no response from several people, he thought he didn't understand English, so he switched to French.
"Hello."
As a result, several locals looked at each other and still didn't respond.
Li Zheng reminded Wang Translator: "How about, as Lieutenant Jibo said, ask who is from Hamfatah?"
One word awakens the dreamer.
That's right.
Regardless of whether he didn't want to answer or didn't dare to answer, at least that Hamfata was a businessman, and Jibo said there were people from him here.
Then see who it is.
A businessman will never stop doing business.
"Who knows Hamfatah?"
This question really worked.
Among the crowd, there was a half-grown child, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a robe and short curly hair. He raised his hand.
"I!"
It turned out to be French.
He knows French.
Just like the thin ice on the river in winter, it looks tough when there are no cracks at first. Once it cracks a little and breaks the opening, the ice-like barrier will instantly shatter and cease to exist in the blink of an eye.
….
They were all here to solicit business. Seeing the people from Hamfata raise their hands, the rest of the people, regardless of their initial reserve, gathered around and asked if they needed any services. They could provide any services.
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The three fat men were caught off guard, feeling like they were in a world of ice and fire.
Especially Li Zheng and Fatty Wei, both of whom were members of the security team and elite members of the fast counterattack platoon.
Having so many people around is definitely not a good thing for security.
The two men immediately held a gun in one hand and stepped forward to warn everyone: "Don't get too close. If you have anything to say, just stand opposite us and say it! Don't come closer!"
Come closer.
This is a fatal sacrifice.
Although it is equally dangerous to be so close, you must at least have a certain reaction time, otherwise you will be crowded around and a knife will be enough to achieve your goal if you get too close.
What's more, the siege is too tight, and it will be difficult to evacuate if there is an unexpected situation.
Fortunately, after Li Zheng's warning, the locals turned out to be very well-behaved and stopped one after another. They stood more than one meter away from them and stopped pushing towards them.
Translator Wang pointed at the young man: "Are you from Hamfatah?"
The young man nodded: "Yes, he is my boss."
Translator Wang looked around and said to the young man: "Go back and tell your boss to come to our camp. We have business to discuss with him."
When he heard about the business, the young man's eyes seemed to be lit with fire instantly.
"Okay, he will definitely arrive in an hour!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
Translator Wang's handling is quite correct. The current surrounding situation is unclear, especially after the incident where kl was trapped in the camp but was driven away. Everyone has to be more cautious and cautious when leaving the camp gate. No one knows kl Will Zhi not be able to swallow that breath and want to make some trouble?
Although he is a soldier, he is still in a foreign land, and being careless means that he cannot live with his own life.
After the young man left, Li Zheng and Fatty Wei didn't want to stay for a moment and escorted Translator Wang back to the camp.
Li Zheng originally thought that Africans were unreliable in doing business.
This is not the first time I have heard this rumor before. It is said that most people in Africa are lazy and have no sense of time. If you ask someone to meet at five o'clock, you have to wait until seven o'clock to see his heart. preparation.
However, Hamfata completely subverted Li Zheng's inherent impression of African businessmen.
Within an hour, a middle-aged fat man appeared at the gate of the camp, with a dark face and a round hat on his head that represented a certain belief (fuck, it’s really hard for me to avoid sensitive words), holding his head high. Holding hands, he walked towards the gate and shouted: "It's me Hamfata, which distinguished military officer is looking for me?"
See, that's a very decent question.
Unfortunately, the sentry at the door did not understand his French.
Hamfata stopped about ten meters outside the gate.
He still raised his hands in a very cooperative manner, and he knew the rules and did not move forward at all. He just changed the language.
….
This time it's in English.
"Excuse me, which gentleman is looking for me? I have an appointment!"
Mengang's English was passable, and he understood most of the sentences.
I roughly heard that this fat, middle-aged man had an appointment.
"Who did you make an appointment with?"
"Your officer! He asked me to come to your camp just now. An hour ago, the worker in my shop told me that you have business with me."
He spoke very quickly, and Menggang couldn't understand it, but he got the general idea.
The feelings are those people that Wang Translator went out to contact before!
The leading squad leader sent a soldier to find Translator Wang, and then signaled to the greasy black uncle: "Don't move, just stand there!"
Hamfata stood there politely and patiently, waiting without any urgency.
Sure enough, translator Wang arrived soon, and after a conversation, Hamfatah was welcomed into the camp.
Li Zheng still accompanied Wang to translate.
Even with Jibo's endorsement, everything must still be carried out in accordance with the most stringent security procedures.
Translator Wang and Hamfatah chatted in the yard for a while, then pointed to the hollowed-out main bodies of the two buildings.
"Can you make the doors and windows here according to military standards?"
Hamfata didn’t even think about it: “We can do it!”
Translator Wang asked again: "How long will it take?"
Hamfata looked at the building, then paused, looked at the front and back, and then said with great certainty: "Within five days!"
"real?!"
This time it was Translator Wang's turn to be surprised. He thought the fat black man in front of him was bragging, right?
Five days! ?
The ballistic trajectory of special years is silent.
Yan Qiguan
