The pickup truck driven by the Red Turban Army is not Toyota, but the "ZTE Weihu" produced in China, and the price of the two-wheel drive diesel engine pickup truck is only more than 70,000 RMB.

In this land of Africa, it and the "Great Wall Pickup", also produced in China, because of its high quality and low price, "easy to modify", go hand in hand, and its sales have long surpassed Toyota.

There were a lot of supplies on the car, but most of them were not needed.

So, Xingfeng threw away all the sundries, leaving only drinking water, food, and two barrels of diesel fuel, and then took Hama and his party back to the grove.

The Bujiru family and Hama and others, as the last survivors in the village, naturally had all kinds of joys and sorrows after meeting.

Xingfeng gave them a few minutes to communicate, and by the way, they filled up the car with fuel, emptied or consumed magazines, and replenished all 30 rounds.

Seeing that Xingfeng was loading, Sanchez and Miria also ran over with a smile and helped to reload the bullets together.

Although the two of them basically belong to the fun, and it takes half a day to press a bullet, but in this country where the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere and the crisis is everywhere, this joyful atmosphere is obviously extraordinarily precious.

When the sun was setting and it was getting dark, all the preparations were completed, Xingfeng packed all his belongings, beckoned everyone to get in the car, and officially set off for Zumar.

In the first car, Xingfeng, Milia and Bujiru's family took the lead in opening the road, and the driver was Bujilu, who was more familiar with the route, and Xingfeng could also take the opportunity to rest.

The second car was driven by a 30-year-old woman named Duchila, and the Hama chief and two other tribal women who had played with guns each carried an automatic rifle given to them by the torture wind so that they could defend themselves in the event of an accident.

On the way back to Bechka, fortunately, Xingfeng did not encounter the Red Turban Army that had been chased before.

Perhaps this group of Red Turban soldiers did not expect that Xingfeng would run into the village they had occupied and sent people to garrison, so they did not chase after this road.

After leaving the bumpy dirt road and entering the concrete road, the vehicle calms down and gradually becomes faster.

The Red Turban Army is still mobilizing troops in the surrounding area, and now Zumar has not fallen, and this national highway is relatively safe.

Except for the two drivers and the torture wind, after a hellish day, the women who were physically and mentally exhausted began to fall asleep.

Soon after, night came, and the hazy glow of the stars and moon fell and spread over the African savannah.

The occasional elephant chirping, lion roaring, and deer crying brought a different "color" to this night.

In the lead Toyota pickup truck, Sanchez and his mother, along with two other women, huddled into the back three, leaned against each other, unconsciously closed their eyes and let out slow breathing under the small fluctuations of the vehicle.

And Miria, who was still at the age of snooze, fell asleep soundly in the broad bosom of Xingfeng, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

The situation of the Weihu pickup truck behind is basically similar to that of Toyota.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the number of vehicles on the road gradually increased, and when they came to the pass outside the city of Zumar, there was even a long queue.

Now the entire eastern part of the country has been occupied by the Red Turban Army, and Zumar is the capital, and the garrison of the government army is very strong, so it is naturally the best refuge for everyone.

As the long dragon advanced, Xingfeng found that military control had been implemented here, and all vehicles entering the city needed to be checked.

There were constantly government soldiers going back and forth, piling up the rifles and shotguns they had found on the "hills" on both sides of the checkpoint.

Xing Feng still has to save Dr. Chen, and he doesn't know what dangers he will encounter along the way, so naturally it is impossible to hand over the weapon.

"Bujiru, you drive over first, and I'll be on the other side of the checkpoint."

"Mr. Xing, you ......"

"I need it."

Xing Feng interrupted Bujilu's words and patted the 56 Chong at his feet with his hand.

"Oh, understood, understood, Mr. Xing, don't worry, I'll be waiting for you over there."

"Well, be careful, don't wake her up."

Torture Wind gently placed Miria on the seat and straightened her little curls.

Picked up the five or six punches and AKM, walked to the rear compartment, loaded 2 base 7.62 bullets into the backpack, and disappeared into the dark night.

Although there were still 3 rifles in the second car, they were not used for torture.

Except for a few people with special hobbies, under normal combat conditions, the most reasonable thermal weapon configuration is usually one main and two secondary, which can also be said to be two long and one short.

Primary weapons for combat positions, such as machine guns and individual artillery for fire supporters;

The general-purpose automatic rifle is used as a secondary gun, mainly under the conditions of damage, jamming, terrain restrictions, etc., as a backup weapon, which is generally an assault rifle, submachine gun, short protrusion, etc. used by the "assault man".

Short guns are generally pistols, mainly for quick reactions, close combat in narrow terrain.

The punishment style is born as a sniper, and the most reasonable equipment configuration should be a sniper rifle, an assault rifle and a pistol.

It's a pity that the dozens of Red Turban soldiers he killed were all ordinary soldiers, and they didn't have the weapons that only officers and special arms were equipped with.

Therefore, he got nothing and could only carry two automatic rifles, which he used as a replacement for the time being.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, the wind of punishment soon came, next to the barbed wire fence more than 300 meters away from the checkpoint.

There were no searchlights, no power grids, no sentry posts, just a team of government troops patrolling, and the time interval was very long.

"With such a poor defensive arrangement, it's no wonder that when the Red Turban Army came in, the people in the city didn't know anything."

Recalling the plot, when Leng Feng and the others were still basking in the sun on the beach, they were walked in front of them by the Red Turban Army, and the people who were killed by the raid turned on their backs, and the punishment wind couldn't help but sigh a little.

Even the mud legs of the Red Turban Army couldn't stop the defense, so naturally it could not pose a threat to the torture wind, and it easily broke through the defense and entered the city.

When Xingfeng found Bujilu and the others, they had all gotten out of the car and were gathering to discuss.

"Uncle Wind~"

Seeing Xingfeng coming, Miria happily opened her hands and ran over happily with her calves.

"Hey, Miria, did you sleep comfortably?"

Xingfeng bent down to pick up Miria, held it with his left hand, and pinched her little nose with his right hand.

"Mmmm, Miria slept very comfortably, and I had a dream that Uncle Feng bought me a panda doll."

"Okay, Uncle will take you to buy it later, you girl."

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Xingfeng rubbed Miria's forehead with her forehead, making her laugh and come to the crowd at the same time.

"Hey, Boogieru, what's going on?"

Before Bujilu could speak, the chief of Hama led the people around him to Xingfeng's side first.

"Chinese warriors, thank you for your rescue, please accept the highest etiquette of our tribe."

Chief Hama placed his hands flat at his side and palms facing up, bent over and bowed at 90 degrees, as did others, including the Bujiru family.

In African tribes, rejecting the gratitude of others is a very impolite and disrespectful behavior, which is completely different from China.

If you follow the customs of the locals, the punishment style will naturally not say anything polite.

And he could already guess what happened next, so he was not surprised at all by their behavior.