Although the old chief of Nada did not immediately agree to form an alliance with Yang Xiaoshan, his attitude was very enthusiastic, and he specially invited Yang Xiaoshan and others to taste their local characteristics of the halal feast.

The halal feast is mainly based on tender and delicious lamb, and the others include baked fish, corn tortillas, wheat cakes and some beans that cannot be named.

Of course, the most comfortable thing for Yang Xiaoshan and others to eat is to roast the whole sheep, the Moorish practice is very distinctive, they remove the head and feet of a fat lamb, hollow out the internal organs, stuff raisins, almonds, olives, pine nuts and other dried fruits and spices, and then enlarge the fire to roast.

The rest of the people couldn't help but salivate when they saw these foods, only Yang Xiaoshan was from modern times, and he was not surprised by these exotic barbecues. His attention was focused on the clothing, movements, and demeanor of the Moors.

In appearance, these Moors do not appear to be pure-blooded Arabs, and many of them have a mixture of local Indian characteristics.

In particular, some of the women who came to the front of the plate only covered their hair with turbans, and only some young, unmarried women wore a thin veil.

When Yang Xiaoshan saw this, he was sure in his heart, it seemed that they were not some ultra-conservative green cultists, and they had been secularized to a certain extent.

When it comes to green religions, many people are influenced by the news and equate them with terrorists, believing that green religion countries are extremely conservative and backward, but in fact, this view is somewhat extreme. There are also many countries dominated by green religions that are also quite secular, such as North Africa, Central Asia, and Southeast Asia, which are very enlightened.

"Marshal Bao, let the brothers be cautious, abide by the rules here, and don't make trouble at this critical moment." Yang Xiaoshan said to Bao Chao next to him. Yang Xiaoshan, Bao Chao and others were personally entertained by the old chief of Nada in the main living room, while the other group were outside the courtyard and were entertained by the son of chief Nada.

"King Dong, don't worry, I have repeatedly instructed before I came, whoever dares to make trouble will not be spared, everyone has made a military order." After the last time Zhang was killed, Bao Chao suffered a loss and grew wise. He knew that this operation was very important, and the people who could come with him were all his thousands of choices, and the cronies among his cronies were absolutely reliable.

After Bao Chao finished speaking, he saw that Yang Xiaoshan was still looking at him, his face turned red, and he arched his hands and said, "My subordinates will go and reiterate discipline." With that, he left with his hands in his hands.

Yang Xiaoshan retracted his gaze at this time, it was not that he was not worried about Bao Chao, the Moors who contacted him this time had never been in contact before, and there could be no accident at such a moment. If these Moors could succeed in getting help, the situation of the Taiping army in Peru would have changed decisively, which was a strategic turning point.

"It's a good thing that the Moors don't drink either, so there must be nothing wrong with it." Yang Xiaoshan looked at the table of tea and comforted himself.

"King Dong, you have come from afar to taste our roast lamb here." The old chief smiled and took a small short knife, cut a piece of delicious lamb from the roasted lamb, and handed it over.

"Thank you, old chief." Yang Xiaoshan turned sideways slightly, and to Chief Nada's surprise, he did not use his hands, but took this piece of meat with his mouth.

The short knife used to cut the meat was very sharp, and the cold light flashed around Yang Xiaoshan's mouth, if the old chief had killing intent, Yang Xiaoshan would not have time to dodge at all, and the blade of the short knife could easily cut his throat.

Seeing this scene, Weng Derong on the side almost cried out, how much trust is required for this action.

"Good。。。。。。。 Good....... "The old chief didn't seem to expect Yang Xiaoshan to make this move, and his expression was quite relaxed." Come on, serve the red fruit soup and give it to the distinguished guests. ”

Yang Xiaoshan didn't know what red fruit soup was, and Di Mali on the side became excited, and reported good news to Yang Xiaoshan on the side: "King Dong, this time, I'm afraid we are going to succeed." This red fruit soup is only drunk on their major Moorish festivals, and only Moorish men of noble status can drink it, and outsiders are never allowed to drink it, only heard of it, but have never seen it. I've done a lot of big business with them a few times, and I haven't been treated with such courtesy. ”

"Really?" After Yang Xiaoshan listened, he was also overjoyed. It seems that his actions have won the trust of the old chief, and only by treating others with integrity can he win the trust of the other party.

After a while, the red fruit soup in the old chief's mouth was brought up by several Moorish women.

Yang Xiaoshan took the "red fruit soup" that was packed in the glass and looked at it carefully, this red fruit soup was a bit like the juice of later generations, and there was a burst of coldness from the bottom of his hand, it was estimated that it should have been chilled in the cellar.

The old chief stretched his brows, looked beaming, and raised the glass: "Today to welcome distinguished guests from China, perhaps you are partners sent by Allah to help us return home, and I hope that our friendship will be blessed by Allah." Come, try our specialties here, and taste them slowly. ”

Before the old chief could finish speaking, Di Mari couldn't wait, and with a hula, most of the red fruit soup was poured into his mouth, he had really admired this Moorish mystery for a long time.

Who would have thought that he drank too quickly, as if he was stimulated by something, he almost threw up, his face turned red, and his mouth shouted: "This is 。。。。。。。 Fortunately, he was thoughtful and stubbornly choked back the last word.

Of course, Yang Xiaoshan was not as impatient as Di Mali, but just took a polite sip. The aroma of the red fruit soup bloomed in his mouth, and Yang Xiaoshan glanced at the old chief, gave him an understanding look, and swallowed it.

It turns out that this red fruit soup is actually a kind of fruit wine with a high alcohol content, and the Green Religion is forbidden to drink, but everyone in the world is the same, especially at that time, there were no drinks, and there were not as many green teas as popular in China, and the wine became a very attractive drink. So the *** went their own way, some disguised as medicine, and some said as soup to break the taboo on alcohol.

This red fruit soup is made from a special Amazonian fruit, its juice is high in alcohol, and after being discovered by these Moors, it is made into a fruit wine. Because it is produced in small quantities and carries a religious taboo, it is rarely revealed.

When the two parties happily drink such fruit wine together, this atmosphere is an inappropriate analogy, just like going to piao prostitution together during the anti-pornography period, which is already a very intimate relationship.

"Chinese friends sincerely regard us as friends, and we Moors naturally trust you!" The more the old chief drank, the happier he became, as if he saw the hope of returning home.

Yang Xiaoshan lifted the cup and said sincerely: "As long as we are of the same heart, what is the difficulty for you to return to the seaside territory, even if it is impossible to conquer Lima (the capital of Peru)." ”

The old chief paused for a moment, had some worries, and suddenly said: "King Dong, the Ming people don't say secret words, although my Moors came from Spain and other places in Granada and other places hundreds of years ago, but now we are not monolithic, my Moors are a Red Moor, and a considerable number of people have intermarried with the locals and regard this place as their home." The other group is the White Mo, who regards all non-greens as infidels, shouting about jihad all day long, but is actually engaged in the role of mercenaries, and they even rob us in the name of jihad. ”

Yang Xiaoshan listened carefully, what the old chief said, he could also understand that the Green Religion is a very complex religion, and there are various factions, and it is common for factions to be heretics and hate each other.

Yang Xiaoshan was just about to answer, when suddenly the old chief's son, Xiao Nada, ran in angrily.

He was a bearded man in his forties, and shouted at Yang Xiaoshan: "Father, the Chinese are unreliable, we can't trust them, they are not guests, they are enemies, they use knives against us!" Father, please give the order to catch them! ”

The atmosphere in the living room froze suddenly, and Yang Xiaoshan's head was about to explode because of this sudden accident.