The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

"Are there antibiotics and morphine?"

Jiang Hongrong didn't expect that after seeing this old doctor friend who had known him for many years, his first sentence was actually this.

Then, before Jiang Hongrong had time to answer, Phelps, who was wearing a surgical gown stained with blood, saw the medical backpack Awang was carrying, and his eyes lit up!

It was a professional field medical backpack. The medical machinery and medicines in it were enough for a professional field doctor to perform a few simple surgical operations.

But Phelps took it without being reckless. Ngawang, who was carrying an AKM in his hand, didn't recognize him. Our monk didn't look like a good talker.

Monba means doctor in Tibetan.

"Awang, give him some."

Jiang Hongrong didn't give it all. His team has its own mission, not to mention that Guan Xingquan reminded him that his team is actually more important than everyone here.

Zhang Nan's guards are of course very important, not to mention that Ngawang is still a "connected household", and they all call Mr. Xiang his uncle.

The medical supplies that Awang brought with him should first be kept for himself, not for being a good person.

Ngawang was not allowed to help save people: Phelps was looking for a job to help the wounded here, and the squad itself did not have this responsibility.

Besides, Awang's doctor status this time is incidental, he will be a soldier.

Ngawang listened to the captain's words and said that there were some, but that was less than half.

After unloading the backpack, Phelps was given one-third of the emergency medicines and anesthetics, and the rest was free!

He didn't say he was going to help. The place where everyone stood was the hospital, but his duty today is a soldier, and the situation is not clear now, even if he wants to be a doctor, he will have to talk about it later.

Seeing that it was impossible to give himself more, Phelps wanted to go back.

What's this!

Jiang Hongrong stopped the person, at least he had to ask more clearly.

"Brother, I'm really busy. There are two others with missing arms, legs and a broken stomach waiting for me to undergo surgery. I will ask someone to cooperate with you, the commander of the Eastern National Front on the periphery of the group. ..

Ah, there are reinforcements?

Okay, contact them quickly and ask them to bring more medicines and plasma, as well as physiological saline! ..."

Phelps said a lot of "Let's go, let's go", making Jiang Hongrong a little annoyed, really wanting to give him melon seeds.

But bear with it, this is a good doctor in front of me, and as a soldier, I know that there are two kinds of people who are best not to offend: the cook and the military doctor in the army.

Fortunately, the commander Phelps was talking about came soon.

He is in his 40s at most. It is difficult to judge the specifics. He can speak very fluent French, and he can also make do with English. He has received higher education.

His name was Canel Lumumba, he was black, thin and small, less than one meter tall, and wearing black-rimmed glasses, a little inconspicuous.

After a while, I figured out the situation.

The commander who asked everyone to call him Kane said: "Limikajir village is the same as mine, belonging to the Hema tribe. The Randu tribe was the first to occupy this place, but Lendu is now attacking us. Clan, a bunch of villains from the north!..."

Hearing Jiang Hongrong a little bit big, he can't remember at all. But this is not the key, asking: "How many people do you have here and how many opponents?"

At this meeting, Jiang Hongrong had sent two snipers and a few pioneers out to familiarize themselves with the situation.

"I brought over 120 of the most elite fighters. Some people were left on the site of my hometown. Now there are about 80 people who are capable of combat. Only half of the ammunition is left...

The opponent may be about 500 to 1,000 people, and the weapons and equipment are similar to ours, and the quality is not comparable to ours. It is to help the thugs with guns.

But their reinforcements will continue to flow, and the gold mine here is too attractive..."

He has received short-term training in joint forces, and he has not only received higher education, but has also fought for many years, so what he says is also professional.

Even if the battle losses reached one-third, they did not withdraw or collapse. This militia force can really be called the elite of Black Africa.

Ignoring some of the gunshots from the north, my team members did not warn that the problem was not serious. Jiang Hongrong said to him: "The next batch of reinforcements should arrive before dark. Carne, I am a little curious about what it is like. Need to defend your gold mine?"

It's not good to retreat temporarily, anyway, it can be returned, and there are not only a few gold mines in the group's hands. Many of the world's largest gold mines are in the hands of their own groups.

You, the troops in Kaneh, want to live a good life, and don’t care if these days are not. When they come back, according to their contributions in the past few days, the group will naturally give them a large part of the share of this newly discovered gold mine. Benefit.

Upon hearing this, the dark-faced Kane was still thinking about smiling.

This buddy has quite white teeth.

"I'll take you to see, it is an African miracle!"

The location of the village is a gentle hill. There is a small river flowing from the far south. Some crops and bananas are planted around. The village’s Chaishan is separated from the southwest by a banana forest.

Burning wood for cooking, but not cutting blindly. The Chaishan Mountain here is very distinctive. The trees are planted, like thick shrubs, a special kind of local tree species.

After planting trees on red soil and cutting off the branches, the new branches sprout and grow super fast. It is said that this Chaishan mountain can be planted for hundreds of years. Some tree stumps are only half a person tall, but thicker than a person’s waist. Above the Tiannv Shanhua, there are branches that can be as thick as a duck's egg.

The branches were burned, not the trunks.

At least 20 people were stationed on the top of this short Chai Mountain. They dug a simple trench. At the foot of the mountain, there was a big pit nearly one meter deep. Jiang Hongrong and Ngawang who came together could smell it. The smell of blood and corpse.

And on this Chai Mountain, there are still a few dug pits, not big, but basically they can be as deep as a person.

Obviously, this big pit was prepared for burying the dead before. The dead have been thrown farther away. Jiang Hongrong did not care about whether the corpses were buried, but walked to the side of the pit.

Instead of looking down, I looked up. You can see the situation on the top of more than 20 meters high. This will have two snipers and two navy brothers on top, and the automatic grenade launcher is also set up~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's safe. The gang will not be able to rush through the militants who will gather hundreds of meters away.

Just then looked down, Carnell motioned to a soldier following to jump into the big pit, and this one put a new Type 63 automatic rifle on the side of the pit before he jumped in.

He drew a jungle machete from the scabbard hanging on his waist, and started to plan directly at the bottom of the pit.

The soil hardness of this is average, and a lot of hands are quickly digging out.

The black guy pierced the knife into the soil, held the soil up, and poured it on the edge of the pit.

"See it for yourself, anyway, as far as I know, this is not the case in gold mines in the world."

Squat down, pull the dirt...

"Fuck! Is this a gold mine? This is a gold mountain!"

There are very few stones in the soil. Under the sun, you can see some big and small gold dangling small particles, more than stones, small like sand, and the largest one can actually be as big as a peanut!

A handful of soil is at most one or two catties, and the small gold particles here may be 20 or 30 grams!

Crazy, the whole world will never come up with a second gold mine. This is the case. It's no wonder that one-third of the casualties of this group of black buddies did not retreat.

If you didn't get those little golden beans, it was the key to holding this site.

Jiang Hongrong stood up and said to Kane: "You're so smart, I didn't want to swallow such a golden mountain."

"My brother, don't think of me as a bun. I have even studied Chinese for a few days.

This kind of Baoshan can only be eaten by real multinational groups and countries. The two or three hundred of me want to swallow it. It is estimated that I will have to die as soon as I eat it!

In Zaire's melee, of course I have to rely on the group, so that I can live a long time, and my tribe will have a good life in the future. "

Canel Lumumba, who has also been outside and seen the world, is not the illiterate group.