"Shooting is not allowed. There should be tribes nearby!"
This was Wei Zhenhui's first reaction, and soon the sound came back from his headset.
"Report to the tiger. I'm group A. I found the primitive tribe. It's preliminarily estimated that there are about 1000 people!"
"Tiger, got it!"
Su Mian takes a breath of air-conditioning directly. There are 1000 people, but they are only 200. Even if the other party is not allowed to shoot, five dozen and one, they have no chance of winning in the primeval forest with a visibility of one meter.
As Wei Zhenhui ordered not to shoot, the sound of bullets gradually stopped.
Obviously, the other party found that the gang did not shoot and stopped shooting.
This is the ability to communicate.
Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief. She was really worried about meeting some cannibal tribe. She caught them and roasted them.
Strauss Kahn and David Beckham climbed up to Wei Zhenhui. They had long admired Wei Zhenhui's ability in command, so they begged for nothing to hand over the command during the meeting yesterday.
Wei Zhenhui didn't refuse. He knew better than anyone how important the commander was.
"Tiger, what now?" asked Beckham.
Wei Zhenhui thought a little, "there are two ways. Find someone to negotiate with them and ask for approval. If the negotiation fails, you can only detour, but you must not fire with them!"
Wei Zhenhui has studied the tribes in the south of Pakistan. The people of these tribes must not be easily provoked.
Although they are 1000 people now, other tribes will come to reinforce them every minute once the war begins.
If you want a truce then it will be too late.
Kahn nodded approvingly. "The tigers are right. We can't fire at them. I can speak the common language here. I'll negotiate with them!"
When Kahn was a child, he often visited these tribes with his uncle and learned some of his common language, which is just in use today.
Wei Zhenhui nodded and agreed.
Beckham's look is a little complicated.
He is ram's personal soldier, and Strauss Kahn has been highly valued by ram recently. Therefore, he is somewhat on guard and guard against Strauss Kahn.
And just now the boy knocked him down.
The bullet escaped, but as the personal guard of the presidential candidate, he lost face.
Several of his men were still whispering that the ability of the pro guardian was not as strong as captain Kahn!
Until now, he was still brooding.
This boy can be appreciated by ram. What's his real skill?
As a result, the boy volunteered to negotiate with the tribe!
Are you kidding?
This is a primitive tribe. There is no ferocious race. If you don't pay attention, you will die!
"Kahn, are you serious? Don't forget who you are when you think you are the commander in chief of Pakistan operations!"
Beckham said it very impolitely. He regretted it a little after he said it. In fact, he wanted to persuade Strauss Kahn to pay attention to safety!
"Don't worry, I know I'm Kahn."
Ram gas knot.
Kahn smiled, nodded at him and looked at Wei Zhenhui. "Wait a minute. I'll take two people with me now."
Wei Zhenhui patted him on the shoulder, "be careful. Don't hold back and don't get angry if you can't talk!"
Tribal people have a serious regional consciousness and are extremely excluded from outsiders.
But it's not unreasonable. Some tribes can still communicate.
Soon, Strauss Kahn led the two men with their hands raised towards the Artemisia covered West, where the figure shook.
Ah Jin took out the map again. His eyes were full of joy. "I said it was different from before. It turned out that there was a new tribe!"