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"It's too hot!"

"There's not a little wind, it's really dry here. ”

"It's June, it's the dry season. ”

Yang Yunfan was on crutches, dragging his lame legs, hovering on the difficult mountain road step by step.

The rainy season in Kenya is mainly from March to May, and from July to September. And now it's June, it's the dry season, and there won't be any rain.

Heat, lack of water, is his worst enemy.

"Before noon, get to the bush in front of you and see if there's any groundwater. "On the vast plateau, the only advantage is that the field of vision is very wide, and with Yang Yunfan's eyesight, he can even see the situation a few kilometers away.

Ahead, about 5 kilometers or so, he saw a small green bush.

Where plants grow, there may be water.

If there is no water source, then find some rhizomes and leaves like cacti that have more water, and chop them to draw a little water from them.

At this time, Yang Yunfan did not know that in order to find him, Huaxia's military organizations in the entire East African region had begun to be chaotic! All normal missions had been suspended, all soldiers were ready to go, and the Huaxia military had even borrowed helicopters from other countries.

He is still on the East African plateau, struggling to find a way out.

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The upper reaches of the Omo Valley are home to about 200,000 indigenous Africans.

Among them, there is a tribe called the Dus.

This tribe likes to live on the top of the mountain, only about 20 kilometers away from the place where Yang Yunfan's plane crashed.

At this time, in the upper reaches of Lake Turkana, down from the Omo River Valley, there was a lean black man, carrying an old woman on his back, walking briskly on the plateau.

"Dunga, my son, what's wrong with the eastern sky?"

At this moment, the old woman suddenly patted her son on the back and pointed to the eastern sky. It was fiery red, and there was smoke billowing out, and it looked like there was a fire.

The old woman's face was weathered, with countless small whips tied to her head, and her head wrapped in a red turban, typical of an African dress.

It's just that while she is talking, her head keeps shaking involuntarily. I can't control it!

This is a typical symptom of bobblehead.

However, the indigenous tribes of Africa do not understand this.

The most respected sorcerer in the tribe thought that their family's actions had offended the gods, so they punished her, causing her to keep shaking her head.

"Mom, yesterday afternoon, I heard a loud bang, as if something had fallen from the sky and exploded in the mountains to the east. The old woman's son, a young black man named Dunga, replied.

This is a very lean black youth.

He had a large skeleton and broad palms, and he walked with an old woman on his back, and he did not have any difficulty, and he looked very hard-working.

"Falling from the sky, this must be the punishment of the gods!"

When the black woman heard this, she folded her hands and prayed.

Then, her eyes became fierce, and she glared at her son, and rebuked: "Dunga, when did you go to seek revenge on the man who killed your brother?

"Mom, I'm ......" the lean black boy couldn't help but bow his head.

Dunga's older brother is Cole, and a few years ago, he was ambushed by a rival tribe and fell victim to a conspiracy, which naturally only deepens the hatred. Dunga's father also died at the hands of samurai from the same rival tribe.

At first, the responsibility for revenge fell on the elder brother. , but when Cole was also killed, Dunga became the eldest son in the family, and according to tradition, the burden fell on Dunga twice, but revenge was not easy.

The Kara tribe is the most warlike tribe in the entire Omo Valley, and the men in the tribe are also very fierce.

Their faces are painted with white spots like poisonous snakes, which are intimidating to look at!

Dunga, on the other hand, was short in stature and thin in stature, and he was not even a good hunter in comparison, and every time he went out hunting, the harvest was always the least in the village.

And after the death of his father and brother, the burden of supporting the family fell on him.

The life of the family overwhelmed him.

Underneath him, there is a younger brother and two younger sisters.

He didn't want his brother and sister to stay in the tribe all the time, he wanted to send them out of this backward place and go to a nearby city to study and live a modern life. Just like those white reporters who came to the tribe a few years ago to interview, dressed decently and spoke with culture.

To do this, he needs to hunt harder and store the hides of those bison.

Every other month, he can save three bison furs, and then, after climbing a few mountains, in three days, he can go to a small village in the east, sell the bison furs, and exchange them for some daily necessities, such as salt for curing meat, cloth for daily wear, and ...... Book.

However, his mother's words reminded him of hatred!

The hatred of my father and brother must never be forgotten!

Between the Kara and Dus, when a man kills an enemy, he decorates it with a special scar carved on his shoulder or abdomen. When they meet on a narrow road, they are enemies with each other, and this is what they can call a man. Otherwise, no woman in the tribe will take a fancy to him, no woman will marry a coward, and if this continues, he may not be able to marry a wife for the rest of his life.

"Mom, I'll give you an answer. Please don't push me anymore, okay?"

Dunga's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at his mother.

He silently picked up his mother and continued to hurry: "Mom, don't talk about these things here. We are now almost at Lake Turkana. Your ailments may be cured by washing them with the water of the holy lake. When the time comes, we'll talk about those things. ”

Lake Turkana is what their tribe calls a sacred lake!

In ancient legends of the Dus, Lake Turkana cleanses away all dirt, both physical and mental...... Dunga once wore a skin full of oil and bathed in Lake Turkana, but after washing, he found that the oil stain on the skin was all gone. And the hides exude a fragrance.

This made Dunga, for the legend of Lake Turkana, convinced!

However, this is due to the lack of understanding of some natural phenomena among the indigenous Africans.

In fact, Lake Turkana is a alkaline lake, and its water, like soapy water, is of course very strong for oil stains, whether animal or human!

"To talk about these hatreds in the Holy Lake is really not very respectful to the gods. ”

The old black woman nodded, then looked up and motioned for her son to move on.

It was only at this moment that her eyes narrowed slightly, looking ahead.

Under the sun, there seemed to be a man walking with difficulty on crutches.