The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

Bilia no longer exists. The giant thermobaric bomb not only destroyed buildings and lives, but also destroyed all traces it once possessed, including its history.

The buildings dominated by adobe houses are gone and people are gone. The Lendu people living nearby will be deported to the west of the mountain range in the near future. Even the only water well in the small city collapsed because of the explosion.

How long can its name exist?

Regarding this well, Jiang Hongrong and others once again felt the "just go with the flow" in the black African tradition: there is a stream that flows all the year round nearby, and there is only such a well in the whole city.

In China, a small town of this size has at least dozens of wells!

And apart from this well, there are no man-made water conservancy facilities nearby. With such good hydrothermal natural conditions in Zaire, most people not only live below the extreme poverty line of international standards, and the full-scale civil war has not yet started. At that time, they had to import a lot of food.

Regardless of other things, the huge Congo Basin in the middle is where you can grow a seed!

Holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food, it is probably a place like Zaire.

Guarding the excellent natural conditions and resources, but starving.

This group of people did not stay too much, the rainy season starting next month will wash away the four black shadows on the big stone wall and moisturize the ruins at the same time.

During a rainy season, the 300,000 square meters of scorched black land will be rejuvenated. The seeds of Black Africa will have strong vitality. The black ash and scorched shells left by the high temperature, as well as the remaining corpses, will become very good fertilizers.

After up to two rainy seasons, it will be lush and green, returning to the land of nature.

Of course, the premise is that no one comes to live here again: Canel Lumumba said that some of his people will move to this place, but will not rebuild the village on the original site.

There are too many wronged souls in the original site, and in the primitive religion that the Hema people believe, they don't like such a place.

It's also considered a wide area and sparsely populated. The other side of the river is a good place, or the north side looks good.

Passing through the ruins from south to north, all the buildings were gone, and several cars in the marginal area were overpressured into scrap discs, which were still charred.

The banana forest on the west side was blocked by the low mountain, and the previous shock wave caused more damage to this side. At a glance, the banana forest there was a bit like the green grass that was crushed by a road roller.

However, those banana trees are just torn or blown down. When the rainy season arrives, the new shoots will soon germinate and grow, and they will come back to life next year.

The small river in the east is still flowing, and there is only a small town with a population of two or three thousand an hour ago.

Without stopping, everyone got on the motorcycle team and quickly headed west.

The terrain began to climb slowly, the gear of the motorcycle was reduced, the speed slowed down, and the noise was a lot, but these three-wheeled three-wheeled climbing such a small **** is still no problem.

Halfway through the road, I came across a small truck that was probably produced in Europe in the 1970s. It was carrying some daily necessities and food, which was pulled from the west of the mountain.

In the face of hundreds of heavily armed motorcycle teams, the drivers and escorts who had no time to turn around and escape had to surrender!

Let Lumumba deal with it, the team did not participate with the Tswa, and in the end all three people in the car were slaughtered.

Use a gun, no knife.

The goods on the car were purchased by the Lendu armed group in Biriah to the west, and a large area over there is also a traditional settlement of the Lendu.

Jiang Hongrong didn't stop the killing, because it was impossible to let these people go. There was no place to shut down, so what else?

Besides, including the driver, the three persons in the car are militants, and there are 3 automatic rifles in the car, so let the people who were originally here take care of it.

The wicked, the locals are more suitable!

Cruel?

This is war. Don't use the moral values ​​of a peaceful society to judge right and wrong. At this moment, in the North and the West, at least 20,000 or 30,000 civilians are killed every day!

Cars and goods have become trophies, and there are many varieties, from pots and pans, rough canvas tents to salt, spices, and corn flour.

Of course the squad didn't need these things, and the Tswa tribe army didn't look down on them either, and they gave it to the people of Lumumba.

Arriving near the highway pass before dark, some of Lumumba’s staff have been here many times before and are familiar with the terrain.

Hurry up to choose the location of camps and outposts, and set up simple roadblocks. Before, people have been sent on two-wheeled motorcycles to the Lair of Lumumba. Notice: The west of the mountains has become a Hema territory!

There is water, and it is appropriate to set up a military checkpoint, but the materials need to be transported.

From this time Limikagil Town is about sixty kilometers away. People like Jiang Hongrong and Uvalu will not leave tonight, otherwise it will take three hours to ride back.

Ride slowly during the day, and it will take more time after night.

The tent was set up and the dinner was very extensive. It was provided by the Tswa tribe yesterday, and today it was made by the Hema tribe.

African specialty: barbecue.

Sitting on the floor separately, the African barbecue is so bold, each piece is bigger than a duck egg. Just now, seeing how a few Hema people cut meat with a machete, Jiang Hongrong was a little worried whether they would chop his own hand.

Some people say that if you encounter disgusting things, you will get used to it. To this day, even Yao Sifu can spit on these barbecues.

Watching Ngawang eat the most, he deserves to be a Kangba guy who grew up with beef and mutton snacks!

After eating one piece, I didn’t forget to say: “This lamb is almost as interesting. It’s not as good as the one from my hometown. It’s a bit mutton with so many spices. Our hand-caught lamb is just cooked and delicious with a little salt. "

Hearing Jiang Hongrong's brain hurt, he jumped out: "I said, brother, we are in Africa. Some of them are good to eat. But if I eat like this for a few days, I have to get angry."

When Comrade Yao Sifu heard this, he exaggeratedly said: "Ha! I am already on fire. I used to eat Atlantic seafood every day, but I also had fish from the big lake a few days ago. Now I want to sleep with a lobster!"

Hu Xiaoping killed a few pieces of mutton~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and wiped his mouth, "If you have meat, you can pick something, it's better than eating field goods and bananas every day. But when I go back I have to eat a few meals of my own. meal.

Alas. Stir-fried shredded beef with garlic leaves, braised fish, and stir-fried green vegetables. If you can have a loofah soup, it would be even better."

A group of Chinese guys sighed deeply when they heard that the captain comrades directly reported the name of the dish.

Eat it, you can eat it when the task is completed.

Plus a big bowl of rice (Northern folks: a few big steamed buns, a plate of dumplings stuffed with cabbage or leeks), it's even better!

But just think about it, I can’t eat it today. Mr. Guan will come to Limikagill in two days, and he will have to go back to the back together with him, and hope that the logistics guys will send some rice and flour to the mining area.

Let's do it on our own head.

(End of this chapter)

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