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After two hours of tracking, they finally found a small tribal camp in the jungle. This tribal camp looked like it was newly built, and the camp was small, showing that there were not many people in the tribe.

The Mali soldier was stretching his head and head to look at the tribal camp, and suddenly an arrow flew towards the Mali soldier. The Mali soldier shrank his neck, and the arrow was nailed to the tree trunk next to his face, and there was a burst of buzzing. The sound startled Lin Rui and the Mali soldiers. They raised their guns and got ready to shoot.

The Mali soldiers saw a small dark-skinned native, dark and thin, wearing a ragged linen clothes, holding a bamboo bow, aiming at them, wanting to continue shooting.

So the Mali soldier immediately called out to him tentatively in the local dialect, telling him not to misunderstand and stop shooting arrows. The aborigine obviously understood that the words of the Malian soldiers were in the native language used by the Malian people, so he stopped shooting arrows and yelled at the Malian soldiers in the native language.

The Mali soldier listened for a while, and said to Lin Ruiyong: "I can't fully understand what he said, I can only listen to the general idea! He asked us what we are doing! Are we trying to steal their things!"

Lin Rui immediately said to the Mali soldiers: "Tell him that we are their friends and we are here to make friends with them! We will not hurt them!"

So the Mali soldier came out from behind the tree, handed the gun to Eric, raised his hands empty-handed, indicating that he was not threatening, and spoke to the native in the native language. The language of the local Aboriginal people is relatively complex and not fully universal.

There are not many exchanges between the tribes, so they have formed their own languages ​​in terms of language, but the language family is basically the same, so the Mali soldiers communicated with this native in his native language, and they can get a general understanding of it by drawing.

After listening to the Malian soldier's explanation, the native didn't seem to fully trust the Malian soldier, but the native didn't continue to show strong hostility. He gestured to the Malian soldier for a while, and the Malian soldier nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Turning to Lin Rui, he said, "That native didn't trust us, and said he needed to tell their patriarch, let their patriarch decide, let us not move around here! He went to ask his patriarch to come over!"

"No problem, everyone, don't move around! Don't show hostility, remember that we are here to make friends, not to fight! Don't let them feel that we are hostile!" Lin Ruili said to the people following him.

Everyone nodded in agreement, put down their guns, tried to show a harmless smile, and waited for the natives to come. After a while, more than a dozen indigenous people ran out of the tribe with spears, bows and arrows in their hands, and rushed towards Lin Rui and the others, each one cautiously, maintaining strong vigilance and vigilance.

The Malian soldiers smiled and began to communicate with them. Lin Rui was very sensible and asked someone to bring a bag of salt to the Malian soldiers. The Malian soldiers took the salt, gestured for a while, and sent it to the indigenous people with both hands. Among the natives, a slightly stronger middle-aged man stepped out and tentatively took the bag of salt.

The salt and other things that Lin Rui and the others carried were all packed in plastic bags of military rations to prevent moisture. The natives didn't know what it was, and they held it for a long time and didn't know what to do.

The Malian soldier then walked up to him with his hands raised, opened the plastic bag for him, put a pinch of salt in his mouth, and signaled him to taste it.

The aborigine pinched a little salt, put it in his mouth, immediately widened his eyes, turned his head and chattered to the tribesmen behind him. In fact, it was not the first time for Lin Rui to use salt as a meeting gift to deal with the local natives. Salt is considered a hard currency in the jungle tribes, and everyone likes it.

Indigenous people, in particular, seldom deal with the outside world, and many international aid materials never reach their hands. Salt can only be obtained through local methods, so table salt is a precious gift for them.

After getting the salt, the hostility of these natives decreased significantly. Lin Rui immediately took out some biscuits, and handed over several tins and boxes of matches.

The Mali soldiers demonstrated to them one by one what these things were for, and struck a match in front of them. After seeing the match being ignited miraculously, the curiosity of these indigenous people was completely aroused. Hurriedly gathered around to look at this magical match, and started chatting with the Mali soldiers in a hurry.

And the spears, bows and arrows in their hands were also put down. If Lin Rui and the others attack these natives at this moment, they can kill them all in an instant, leaving them no chance to fight back.

But Lin Rui would not do that. These aborigines will play a big role in their return to the camp in the future. No one knows the situation in this area better than these aborigines living in the local area. He also counts on these aboriginals to help them lead the way.

Short hands and soft mouth, this sentence is the same everywhere. After accepting the gifts from the Malian soldiers, the hostility of these natives towards them dissipated a lot, so the leader of the patriarch began to chat with the Malian soldiers. stand up.

Lin Rui and the others couldn't understand either, so they watched the aboriginal people get very excited, dancing and gesticulating, and didn't know what they were saying to the Mali soldiers.

After a while, the natives calmed down, and the expressions on their faces relaxed, and the patriarch warmly touched his forehead with the Malian soldiers, as if it was a kind of courtesy for them.

The Mali soldier turned his head and said to Lin Rui: "They told me that the Tuaregs are devils. When the Tuaregs first came, they were very friendly to the Tuaregs, but the Tuaregs let them go. They worked for the Tuareg and took their food.

After they resisted, many people were killed by the Tuaregs, and the rest of the people gave up where they lived and fled here! Many women and children among their tribe failed to escape and were killed by the Tuaregs!

That's why they hate the Tuareg people very much, but they are afraid of the things in the hands of the Tuareg people that can breathe fire and make loud noises, so they can only hide here and continue to live! Don't dare to seek revenge from the Tuaregs! "

Of course Lin Rui knew that they were talking about guns, and he expressed sympathy for this, but felt a little contemptuous of them for not daring to resist the Tuaregs.

They are the masters of this jungle. They are as familiar with the jungle as they are with their own palms. As long as they use their traps, they can kill many Tuaregs, but these natives actually ran here and hid here He was lingering on his last breath, and he didn't dare to seek revenge from the Tuaregs, which made Lin Rui somewhat despise them.

But after thinking about it, he felt that he was a bit too idealistic, and he was too harsh on these natives. They didn't know anything about modern weapons, and they didn't know how terrible modern weapons were. When they watched the enemy shoot, their people were killed. If you are killed, it is no wonder that you are not afraid. The more uncivilized the natives are, the more awed they are for these unknown things, so they dare not resist. It is probably because of this.

I have also encountered sporadic indigenous people, but those indigenous people are very afraid of them, and they often run away as soon as they meet, and they have also encountered camps of indigenous tribes that were burned down, and Tuareg people in the jungle. Hanged natives.

But it was the first time they met in a tribe with dozens of indigenous people like now, which was very rare for him. So Lin Rui led the crowd and followed the natives into their tribal camp.

But when they walked into the camp of the indigenous tribe, they were surprised to find that there were a lot of rusty guns here, and there was even an indigenous woman holding a grenade, which was like a hammer smashing some nuts on a stone slab. Such things scared Lin Rui and the others to death.

Obviously these aborigines didn't know what these weapons were used for, and even burned off the wooden **** of a rifle, and they dismantled a barrel and used it as a blowgun.

The only things that were fully utilized by them were a few bayonets. These bayonets were carried by them, or tied to wooden sticks, and became shuttle guns.

After some communication, Lin Rui and the others knew that these things were picked up by the aborigines nearby. These aborigines said that there were many dead people in the jungle ahead, and these guns and ammunition were picked up from those dead people.

They also picked up some bullets. Looking at the yellow copper bullets, they wanted to melt the copper bullet casings, but an explosion occurred and injured two of their tribe members.

So they were very scared, and threw those bullets back into the jungle, but they picked up the grenades, and they used them as hammerheads to smash things.

Lin Rui and the others are covered in cold sweat, these guys are really ignorant and fearless! He actually used the grenade as a hammer, and it has not been accidentally detonated. Otherwise, it would not have injured two tribesmen, and it is estimated that many of them would have been killed.

So the Mali soldiers hurriedly told them that those grenades would not dare to be used like this again. Those grenades were explosive killing weapons. The natives were so frightened that they rushed around the camp to find all the grenades they picked up and threw them into the camp. Outside.

Lin Rui picked up two grenades, took a closer look, unscrewed the back cover of the grenades, and found that these grenades had been soaked in rainwater, and these grenades had been severely damp, and they were no longer usable. Detonate. Fortunately, they didn't use the grenades as firewood.

After thinking about it carefully, they fought a few times before and devoted themselves to breaking through quickly, and it was true that they had no time to clean up the scene.

Therefore, there is a high probability that these items were picked up by these indigenous people from the battlefield.

Lin Rui and others rested in this small village for a while. He felt a little unwell and had no appetite. He seemed to have a fever. This may be due to his wounds. He has not had a good rest these days, and he has walked a long time today. The road on the road was drenched by heavy rain for another day, and I may have caught a cold.

But in order to maintain his strength, although he didn't have any appetite, he still insisted on eating something. While eating, he asked Lincoln, "Have you got in touch with Kuai Ma?"

"Contact! Kuai Ma is on the other side of the river, but the river is too strong, and they can't get through! I have already told them your order, let them continue to move up the river, find a suitable place to cross the river and join us We keep in touch these two days!

Davis also contacted the lieutenant colonel and informed them of our current situation. Let us pay attention to safety and find a way to withdraw as soon as possible. Now the attack is officially over!

He also commended us on behalf of the headquarters, telling us that we have made great contributions to this operation, and they have asked their superiors for our credit! Even give us medals. "

"Tell them, as long as the money is in place. Keep the medals for themselves." Lin Rui said disdainfully.

Seeing Lin Rui's complexion looked a little bad, Lincoln observed Lin Rui, and beckoned for Mali's medical soldiers to come over. After the medical soldiers came, they wanted to change the dressing for Lin Rui's wound, but immediately found that Lin Rui had a fever.

So he quickly asked Lin Rui to lie down and began to check his wound. After removing the bandage and gauze, the Malian medical soldier said to Davis: "Sir, the wound is inflamed! He is too inattentive. He hasn't had a good rest these days." , It rained again today, and the wound condition is very bad!"

When Davis and Lincoln heard this, they hurried over to look at Lin Rui's wound through the light. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The wound on Lin Rui's back and shoulders was open like a baby's mouth at this moment. The wound was soaked in rain and sweat and turned white, but the surrounding skin was red and swollen, and there seemed to be pus and blood in the wound.

So they all became nervous and immediately asked the medical soldiers to treat Lin Rui. The medical soldiers also admired Lin Rui, and of course they would not shirk or neglect, and immediately began to treat Lin Rui's wound, and took out the medicine, let Lin Rui take it, and injected him with antibiotics.

Lin Rui gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and refused to inject anesthetics. This thing works very well, but he has been injured many times in the past six months, and has injected several anesthetics. Although he is not addicted to it, if he injects frequently, he will definitely have it. One day he will develop resistance or dependence on narcotics, and he doesn't want to become a drug addict after the war.

So he sternly refused to inject anesthetics and asked the medical soldiers to debride the wound directly, but because the wound was deep and inflamed, he had to hold the cotton wool with tweezers and dip it into the wound to clean it thoroughly. It hurts more when injured.

Lin Rui gritted his teeth in pain, and couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed a towel and bit it tightly, trying not to scream. But in the end he couldn't help it anymore, spat out the towel and started cursing.

"Be patient, there are already signs of festering in the wound. We must strictly debride the wound so that your wound can heal as soon as possible!" Lincoln patted his shoulder and said. (end of this chapter)