The mournful song gradually drifted in the ring of earthen ramparts.

At first, it was just a monotonous long note sung by a woman with a distinctly crying voice. Gradually, the names of some of the gods began to be reverently chanted, merging into the long, monotonous tones of sorrow. After the many voices of the gods shouting their names gradually overshadowed the mournful monotonous tones, an old man who could almost hear the rings of the years in his song began to speak to the invisible gods in the sky.......

Standing quietly beside a machine-gun nest high above the ring of earthen ramparts, Tang Guoming, Harbara and the others looked at the women, old people and children who were clapping their palms and crying and singing in the safe area that had just been cleared, and they didn't say a word for a long time. It wasn't until some strong black gunmen also gathered towards the women, the old man and the children and joined in the mournful chanting that Wei Yuefang, who was standing beside Tang Guoming with his arms crossed, sighed slightly: "Look at this posture...... I'm afraid we're going to do useless work again? ”

Glancing at Wei Yue, who had a regretful look on his face, Tang Guoming asked in a low voice, "Old Wei, what do you mean?" ”

Wei Yue pouted at the black men who were gathered around and sang sadly: "I've seen this meeting several times!" Every time the local indigenous tribe suffered an irresistible injury, the rest would sing it for hours, even all night. When dawn comes, they'll pack up whatever they can and leave their old station. Let's ...... this time."

Halfway through the words, Wei Yue also drooped his head!

Many of the inducing bombs dropped from drones are disguised as pens, tape measures, lighters, cigarettes, etc., and even the Chinese who have lived in big cities in Yanei have picked up a delicate lighter and put it in their pockets, not to mention the black children or women who usually see garbage and take it as a baby. In particular, children who picked up pens disguised as pens or lighters clutched their findings tightly in their hands or held them high above their heads to show off to their companions. After an explosion, the child who was within the killing radius of the explosion either lost his hands or suffered irreversible splash injuries to his eyes.

For those members of the tribe, a healthy child who is already able to run is almost a treasure for the entire tribe to reproduce. But overnight, all the inheritance was lost......

Spat fiercely on the ground, Luo Badao, who was standing behind Tang Guoming with his arms crossed, snorted angrily: "Lao Tzu doesn't know what these people have in their heads? When you hate others more, you can really kill people without blinking. But once they are stronger than them, they will immediately run away, and they have no backbone at all......."

shrugged his shoulders slightly, but Pan Guan replied in a low voice: "It's okay - the living environment and living habits, the concept of life formed over thousands of years is like this." This is a bit like those fierce beasts in the jungle, when they can occupy the mountain as the king, they will ask for it excessively, and if they can't beat other fierce beasts, they will change the mountain with their tails, and there will never be the concept of lying down and tasting courage and making a comeback. ”

Squinting at the growing number of black people, Bao Lei said in a hoarse voice, "Then what should we do?" Just watching them scatter? ”

Looking back at the machine gunner on duty who was very absent-minded in the machine gun nest, Halbara shook his head slowly: "I don't think they will disperse." Have you noticed? Neither Abd nor the hunters from the hunting tribe came, nor did the black gunners who joined the safari squad led by Abdul! ”

Ning Shen looked carefully at the black people gathered together to sing, and Bao Lei replied in surprise: "It's really ....... At least a third of the black gunmen didn't come! Where are they? ”

Looking up at the light reconnaissance drone passing by in the sky, Tang Guoming suddenly reached out and pressed the communicator button: "Old Fu, where are Abdu and the gunners of those hunting tribes?!" ”

In the communicator, Fu Xiaofei's response voice quickly came: "In the ring earthen barrier on your left, it looks like they are ....... Preparing a campfire? ”

Smiling and letting go of the finger pressed on the communicator button, Tang Guoming turned his head to look at Halbara: "It seems that some people do still have blood?" ”

Nodding with some relief, Halbara whispered, "Then ...... now."

Looking back at the medical personnel who had already transferred the wounded to the car in the dormitory area, Tang Guoming slowly shook his head: "We are not saviors!" Even if we have mountains of gold and silver at home, Adou, who can't be supported, can only let him find a paradise by himself! Go to Abdu's side! ”

Turning around and walking down the circular earthen barrier, Tang Guoming and the others drove in the direction of another circular earthen barrier. Before he had passed through the construction site between several rings of earth, a dull drum sound was already coming from the direction of the rings in front of him. With the rhythmic sound of the drums, a howl gushing out of the heart has already torn the poignant singing!

Like a giant with deep feet in the mud, he roared unwillingly, trying to pull his legs and feet out of the mud; Like a male lion with his head in a thorn bush, roaring furiously to break free, like a warrior who has been defeated in battle, he is still fighting like a mad in the face of a strong enemy, and the violent howls come and go, gradually converging into a frenzy full of killing meaning!

Almost in the midst of this roar, the vehicle in which Tang Guoming and the others were riding quickly drove into the circular earthen fortress where Abdu and the others were. Almost at the moment when Tang Guoming and the others just stopped, an orange-red flame had already rolled and rushed into the air.

Apparently more gasoline and diesel were poured on the pyre on which the bonfire was built, and the flames that rolled up from the not-so-large pyre brightly illuminated Abdul around the campfire, and even more so to the black gunners armed with swords or automatic rifles from the Golden Dunes.

Staring at blood-red eyes, Abdu waved the golden dune sword in his hand, stomped the ground with his feet alternately, and roared a song with a very low tune in a hoarse voice. After only listening to a few words, Harbara, who could roughly understand the indigenous language of Abdu's tribe, suddenly whispered in Tang Guoming's ear: "It's their war song!" As if to say....... The eaglet was bitten off by a poisonous snake, and the lion cub was injured in the eye by a jackal....... The eagle will pick up the viper and fall to his death on the rock, and the lion will bite the jackal to death........"

Subconsciously glanced in the direction of the medical area, Tang Guoming responded in a low voice: "How is Abdu's son's injury?" ”

Halbara sighed slightly: "The left hand is completely useless, and the right hand can barely retain two fingers." If we are willing to spend a lot of effort to do diagnosis and treatment, then there will be no problem in basic life in the future, but it is absolutely impossible to be a hunter! ”

Glancing at Abdu, who was stomping his feet vigorously and singing and dancing, Tang Guoming said in a low voice: "Then try it and find another way for this kid!" It doesn't matter if the hand is gone, as long as the brain and blood are still there, this road can be walked! ”