Chapter 781

Sidagar evacuated quickly. It was not his purpose to track a single marine of Sam's country. It was getting dark. Today, he was too timid. First, his "advance" was killed by other people's civilian aircraft, and then he couldn't catch a single marine of Sam's country. If he could still be called the king of African grassland, Then this title simply becomes a mockery of yourself!

The rear team changed to the front team. Sidagar counted the number of people and took the remaining soldiers on the "advance" with him. He had to rush to the station in tailil city before dark. Only when he got there would he feel a little safe. Now everything is too bad, and the deal is a little strange. How can the Marines of Sam country appear here? It shouldn't be at all! Even old Botswana - Hossain is a hundred percent of Sam's true believers. But in less than 48 hours, Sam will send troops to the army.

Even if it is necessary to send troops, the state of Sam will find a suitable reason, instead of entering karahadi quietly and without any announcement, which is completely inconsistent with international treaties. Because he received a telephone report from kakasiri that he met the regular army of Sam's country, not those hired bastards.

The setting sun pulled out a long shadow on the grassland. In front of it, you can see a gray grass house and a simple and low tribe. The smoke of cooking has been rising in the tribe. It's time for dinner. Sidagar ordered the soldiers to speed up again. After running all day, tired and hungry, it was time to ask these rebel clans for some interest.

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James lay down in the pit for a long time. He didn't get up until it was dark. It was a strange pit, but around the pit was not soil, but hard rock. Turning on the lighting flashlight at the end of the army dagger, James looked carefully at the pit wall in front of him.

Suddenly, a bright thing flashed in front of me, golden, and reflected an absolutely beautiful light! James hurriedly picked it with the tip of the army dagger, and the bright spot on the hard stone was picked in his hand!

"Oh, my God, this is gold ore!" Regardless of the pain and even the dust, James excitedly explored around the rock again. This is a typical layered rock structure and contains a lot of sand, but James who doesn't know any ore samples knows that even if he doesn't understand, the stones here contain gold, which is certain.

Excited to climb out of the hole, James even felt that his whole body was full of strength. The despondency he had just been chased seemed like a lost dog and didn't exist at all. He needs to take the good news back to the pope! As for the task, forget it, I'd better report it first. Besides, what I think with the Pope is not very correct. It's not so easy to sneak into the residence of the rebellious clans and kill their chiefs and elders at random.

Not to mention anything else, it's hard to hide just your white identity. The only way is to sneak attack. But the sneak attack should also be carried out in a healthy situation, isn't it? Not to mention his arm is injured now.

James ran back in the moonlight. According to his memory, he wanted to find the place where he came, because he hid a high-powered motorcycle in the grass there. As long as he found his motorcycle, he could hurry back quickly. But the more I walked, the more something was wrong. In the faint moonlight, it was obvious that a row of lights in front were flashing. It was an extremely weak light, not the light from the light.

With his feet carefully closed, James stood still and looked around. It was a residence like a cottage, or a village. No, how can there be a village here? If there must be, it must be a clan tribe. With his excellent investigative skills, James decided to look real. The tribe in front of the rebel clan is very small, and it looks like hundreds of people. Close, carefully sneak into the front of the largest thatched cottage. Through the faint light emitted by the oil lamp inside, you can clearly see more than a dozen guys sitting in the house discussing something.

But there were two mercenaries standing at the door with their hands, and even their eyes extended. All the way to the distance, James was not only shocked, but also patrolled by the thatched house in the distance from time to time. Fortunately, the direction he chose to come in was the safest direction considered by the rebel clan, because it looked like a road from the back, which led to the distance, and there were traces of heavy ruts of armored vehicles on it.

Suddenly, there was a cry for mercy in the house. In the house, a guy with an iron face and a pair of eyes like a sharp steel knife stared at an inch boy in front of him. His cold face was as clear as the water chestnut cut by a knife and axe, and there was no emotional color in his eyes.

Behind him, there are all tall men of the same color. These men stand behind this guy like javelins. Their solid arms and bulging muscles look so powerful, and their eyes are undoubtedly staring at a person. Releasing the Buddha is like a cheetah ready to attack at any time. As long as the master gives an order, It will immediately tear the guy begging for mercy to pieces.

Sitting opposite the man cutting and chopping with a knife is an old man in a black robe. The old man is extremely thin and weak. He wraps his head in a typical white scarf. He doesn't look like an African aborigine, but he is a little dressed up as an Arab.

"Mr. sidagar, I don't want to see you perform, because I feel that you are completely lying to me. We gave you so many soapy, but you didn't shoot a bullet. You turned around and told me that you damaged a warship and were attacked by the Marines of Sam's country!

Mr. sidagar, do you think it's one thousand and one nights? I don't want to hear your story, sir. I invited you here because I trusted you, and I persuaded the elders and the high priest. My aka has blown you to heaven. Is that how you repay us?

One more thing, please remember, Mr. sidagar, we are your employers! Although you are more terrible than our whole rebellious clan. But I'm not afraid, because anyway, this is also our home. You were invited back by us. You should understand that if you can't win for us, you will lose not only the reputation of your sidagar, but also the reputation of your mercenaries! "