I only know the approximate location of the tribe of small rhinos. ”

The other party added this sentence is very necessary, Lao Yang's forty-meter broadsword has been raised, and the Italian cannon has also been dragged out.

However, the other party finally helped him, so he was willing to use a forty-meter knife to peel an apple for the other party, and he was also willing to drag the Italian ** out to make the other party feel good.

The man told them a location code, and said that as far as he knew, the tribe was in that area.

Lao Yang was at a loss when he got the location code: "What position does this code represent?"

Edward gave him a reassuring look: "I know, this is his own code, I have his own map, and he used the code to name places." ”

After hanging up the phone, he took out a large map, a very quaint cowhide map, Yang Shubao watched him unfold the map, and exclaimed: "It's too historical, but are you sure that he drew it accurately?"

"Accurate. Edward opened the map and showed him.

This map is actually printed, a detailed map of the Northeast region, printed in different colors, very modern, but the cowhide material itself has a sense of age.

Stroking the map, Edward felt a little pain: "This map costs more than 10,000 dollars a piece, and I have saved up money for a while to buy it." ”

"Is there anything magical about this map, and what is its value?"

"It marks all the tribes and villages you will encounter, and there are some places that foreigners are not allowed to approach, and you can think of it as a map of the division of forces in the Northeast, and it also describes all the mines, big and small. ”

Edward showed Yang that the number of their area was N90, and further southwest there was N88, and there was a small river in that area, which used to produce gold, so they came here to venture here.

The location of the Timite tribe is called M4-22, and Yang Shubao doesn't know how the owner of the map numbered these areas, anyway, the area of M4-22 is clearly marked on the map.

It was a wilderness area, in the western part of the Mogaraquina River, about twenty kilometers in a straight line at its shortest, and if it wasn't for someone to guide them, they would have missed it.

Yang Shubao took out his map and marked the M4-22 area, and they rested at night, and set off early the next morning, if everything is normal, they will arrive in that area before sunset today.

After having a destination, they suddenly have motivation and feel that the car is driving faster.

The main reason is that they no longer have to follow the river, and after avoiding the vicinity of the river full of swampy wetlands, although there are still no good roads in the wilderness, they are much more passable.

The car was bumpy until noon, Yang Shubao was about to plan lunch, and Kurutantan's excited voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie: "That's right, Mr. Yang, Salam has already remembered this place, he said they have been here!"

Salam is one of the fifteen Timites, but the exact one Lao Yang doesn't know, he all shouts code names, which may be a bit insulting, but it is the best way to distinguish them.

The Timmites are very similar in height and appearance, mainly because they are too thin to distinguish their appearance.

He was about to go home, but the Timit was not very happy, and stood in the carriage with a smiling face, looking a little dejected.

Yang Shubao was very happy, and he asked Kurutan frankly: "Why are they unhappy?

Kurutantan chatted with a few Timit people, and then showed admiration: "Mr. Yang, you are really a charismatic leader, and they say they don't want to be separated from you. ”

Yang Shubao was stunned: "Really, I, I'm so attractive?"

He didn't even realize that he was a leader.

Kurutan nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Yang, I swear I am not lying, not trying to flatter you, they are indeed sad because they are about to part with you." ”

Yang Shubao said with a smile: "They are so emotional, you tell them, there is a slang saying in our hometown, it is called there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, tell them." ”

Kurutantan translated for him, then turned his head and asked, "They asked me to ask you, when is the feast?"

Yang Shubao broke out in a cold sweat: "This is a slang sentence, you didn't translate it for them, right?"

Timit watched as the two continued to mumble, and Kurutan sneered, "I've translated, but they just want to ask you when the feast will be." And I figured it out, they don't want to leave you and your territory, because they can eat well and eat well, and they don't have to do any work, and they live comfortably. ”

As soon as he heard this, the warmth in Yang Shubao's heart flew away, and he was reluctant to accept him, but reluctant to be treated in the reserve.

He had just felt that he had a little bit of charisma as a leader, and as soon as Kurutan explained, the charisma of leadership had flown off.

In this way, he simply didn't eat at noon, anyway, he was almost at the location of the tribe, and went straight to the tribe.

Timit Salam sat in the co-pilot, he showed Yang Shubao the way, and the two cars drove slowly to the northwest.

At this point, the number of trees began to increase, and traces of the woods appeared.

The Timmites had previously said that their tribe was hidden in a large forest next to a river that crossed the woods, and their tribe's rhinoceros breeding area was across the river.

With clear instructions, they did more with less, and only an hour later they saw a large field of trees.

Many Timites flapped their carriages and shouted at the woods, this was their tribe, their home.

Although there was no good food to eat back in the tribe, they were finally home, and they were happier than usual.

Yang Shubao wanted to drive to find the way into the woods, and the night elf on the roof of the car said, "City Lord, there are people in the woods ahead. ”

"Where?" Yang Shubao didn't see.

Malone grabbed the roof rails with one hand and rolled down, pointing to the acacia tree in front of him with the other: "Hiding in the canopy, he has leaves on his head, so it is not easy to identify." ”

Yang Shubao stopped the car and let the Timit out, and the Timit apparently knew that they had a secret whistle in the woods, and immediately ran towards the woods, screaming and screaming.

A tree was likewise screaming, and a small, slender figure jumped down, grabbed a Timit and bumped his head, and then he raised a horn and blew it.

The desolate and dull sound of bull's horns sounded, and a muffled sound sounded in the woods in response.

Kurutan nodded, "They already know that the warriors of the tribe have returned home and will soon come out to meet us. ”

Yang Shubao breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really good, we finally live up to our mission." ”

Kurutantan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Yang, you are now about to become the benefactor of the Timites, according to the tradition of our San people, you will be rewarded, you can think about what you need, as long as it is not too much, they will give it to you." ”

(End of chapter)