I don't know if it's because of eating and recovering his physical strength, or because Wang Ping didn't continue driving, which gave Gu Lang a chance to breathe, in short, after feeding the canned food, Wang Ping could clearly feel that Gu Lang's body seemed to be relieved of some kind of burden, and his breathing seemed to be much smoother.

Running to the river to wash his paws, Wang Ping looked in the northwest direction where the river passed. In the direction of the unobstructed hills and trees, the shadow of a large area of farmland can already be faintly seen.

Makuyuni, north of TSNY, is the only access road to Ngorongoro Nature Reserve. Although it is a town-level administrative unit in terms of administrative planning, in fact, the overall area of Makuyuni is less than 1.5 square kilometers. It looks like it's only the size of a medium-sized village. However, the farmland on the outskirts is not small, stretching to the river, twenty kilometers outside the town. More than a decade ago, it was just a small village that depended on agriculture for its survival.

However, with the development of Arusha National Park, more and more international tourists are passing through the town, and it has gradually started to grow.

Of course, this is only relatively. As long as you take a look at the configuration of one person and one guard around the tourists who come here, you can know that it is not an overnight thing to truly reach the international level of tourist attractions.

This is also the usual operation of tourists in East Africa. All foreign visitors to Arusha National Park are protected by the TSNY government's heavily armed guards. As for whether it is to prevent animals or something else, everyone knows it, but it is tacit.

It was for this reason that, considering the difficulty of passing through the town during the day, Wang Ping decided to stop by the river and wait until the evening before setting off. Compared with the tour groups where military vehicles are often driving the road and rifle guard, the local garrison is better to deal with, especially at night.

One of the unspoken rules that most visitors to who have rested in Makuyuni know is that in East Africa, especially in a relatively sparsely populated town like this, it's best not to walk out of your house at night. Because you'll never guess what strange creatures will appear in the yard. Maybe a wildebeest and a bison are tasting leaves from a tree sticking out of their yard, or a pair of lions sneaking in love in the shade of a tree.

So if Wang Ping chooses to sneak into the town at night, there will not be too many people who will notice it. As long as you are fast enough to enter Highway 144 heading west to Karatu before anyone notices the anomaly, you'll be fine. If all goes well, we will be able to reach the security stronghold on the edge of the Ngorong Reserve by sunrise tomorrow.

After paying attention, Wang Ping ran back to the car and began to recuperate.

At this time, I didn't care about saving food, so I took out the last packet of beef jerky from my backpack and stuffed it into my mouth and bit it without appetite, which tasted like chewing wax.

The little flower that had eaten enough to enjoy the shade on the tree suddenly whined in warning, Wang Ping leaned out of the car and looked, and found that there were several elephants walking leisurely on the other side of the river.

Probably hearing Xiaohua's voice, the male elephant walking in front glanced to this side, his eyes were contemptuous, and he did not see the panic of the large predator at all, and even the length of his stride did not change in the slightest. The contempt in his eyes even felt it.

Wang Ping didn't know what kind of temper Xiaohua was, anyway, a strange emotion suddenly rose in his own heart, and he wanted to rush up and slap that long nose.

But this sentiment comes and goes quickly. Wang Ping estimated that it was still the Buddha-figure of this body that was at work. What kind of temper Brother Pingtou is, all kinds of residents on the grassland know.

In contrast, Xiaohua is much calmer, perhaps not noticing the male elephant's eyes at all. Or maybe you noticed it, but pretended not to know.

After all, it's an existence that even a lion can't provoke, and it's not a big deal to be despised.

Silently leaning until the sun set, Wang Ping called Xiaohua back to the car, ready to rush past Makuyuni in one go.

Ten kilometers northwest of the river, where Wang Ping stayed, there is a dirt road that connects directly to Route 104. It is said that it is a road, but it is actually a passage stepped on by people who go out to work in the town. When it rains, it's a mud ditch.

Of course, Route 104 is not an asphalt road, it is also a dirt road. It's just that it has been specially repaired, and it is covered with a layer of coarse sand to prevent the road from collapsing in mud on rainy days. However, even so, when it rains, the road is often blocked by rain.

Wang Ping drove the car to the farmland on the southwest side in the afterglow of the setting sun, and drove directly along the dirt road to Highway 104.

The mountains to the northwest cast a long shadow in the direction of the grassland, which also made the town at the foot of the eastern foothills enter the night earlier.

At this time, there are no working figures in the farmland, and from time to time you can see all kinds of wild birds hovering over the farmland, ready to fight the autumn breeze at any time.

It's true that the night here is the world of animals. Wang Ping is also very skeptical about how much yield will be left in this farmland when the harvest season comes. If this is in China, if there is any animal that does not have long eyes to come to the field to make trouble, no matter what heavyweight you are, you must be hung up by the farmer uncle to dry up.

All the way to the main road of Route 104, Wang Ping did not meet a single person. The 50-kilometer distance was successfully passed in less than an hour, which also gave Wang Ping a lot of confidence.

At this time, in Makuyuni, except for the two pubs and the gas stations at both ends of the town, which were still lit up, the aboriginal area on the east side was already dark. It's not that residents are used to going to bed early, but that electricity is too expensive, so try not to use it if you can.

At the entrance to the town, Wang Ping saw Huwei's iconic red chrysanthemum logo printed on a billboard. Huwei is the only communication base station in the town, thanks to which tourists from all over the world can use their mobile phones in the normal way.

But don't look at Huwei as providing the infrastructure, but when it comes to mobile phone sales, the best selling in Africa is the speed of sound, a Chinese brand that Chinese people have almost never heard of. The lowest price is not even 100 soft sister coins, but it supports 4 cards and 4 stays, and a super large battery. According to the official statement, no matter how bad the signal quality in Africa is, we have 4 cards, there will always be one with a signal, right?

So in Africa, Apple, Huwei, all have to stand aside, and the speed of sound is the real market hegemon.

It's a pity that Gu Lang's mobile phone in the car has long been out of battery, otherwise he could have tried to contact his family or something.

However, this thought only turned for a moment, and when Wang Ping's eyes fell on the claws on the steering wheel, he sighed silently in his heart.

I don't know which bastard invented the electronic touch screen, it's so unfriendly to animals! I miss Nokia's little straight board......

After entering the town, there were no pedestrians on the main road. Green military vehicles and motorcycles and farm tools of all colors can be seen everywhere on the roadside. On the main road, which is less than 500 meters long, there are three pharmacies alone, as well as a hotel and various types of B&Bs. On the contrary, there is not a single store related to people's livelihood. Not to mention the supermarket, there is not even a grocery store.

Wang Ping didn't have time to savor the characteristics of this town, and after passing a mosque and seeing the intersection of a left turn, Wang Ping hurriedly turned the steering wheel. The off-road vehicle turned into a fork in the road with an exaggerated arc and did not slow down at all. Wang Ping's small body almost flew out of the car because of inertia, and then relied on the weight to pull the steering wheel back vigorously. Just as he was about to hit the gas station gate at the intersection, he turned a big turn and awkwardly drove west along Route 144.

Hearing the voice, two black men in navy blue uniforms ran out of the gas station, looking at the off-road vehicle whistling past without even turning on the headlights, and hurriedly turned around and ran into the gas station, not knowing whether to go back to gossip or call the police.

Wang Ping saw the situation behind him from the rearview mirror, but it was no wonder that with his current palm dexterity, it was more difficult to slow down and brake while turning than to let him do yoga poses. Getting the off-road vehicle to drive normally is already exhausting.

However, it was less than 200 meters after being happy, Wang Ping's eyes narrowed, and he secretly cursed MMP in his heart.

At the western edge of the town, in a white house next to the road, two black men wearing reflective strips and guns behind their backs came out, holding up a circular sign with "STOP" written on it, and waving it in the direction of the SUV from a distance.

"Woo......"

Xiaohua on the co-pilot suddenly lowered her body, and the canine teeth at the corners of her mouth puffed up.