The so-called national park is actually a game reserve.

In this area of more than 20,000 square kilometers, there are fewer than 20,000 inhabitants, and all of them are indigenous to primitive tribes.

Manage?

Obviously, in this place where birds don't poop, there is no such concept at all.

Although the game reserve belongs to Angola and the international community has been supporting, for example, the United Nations provides about $50 million a year to the Angolan authorities to ensure that the game reserve is functioning properly, almost not a penny of this assistance is spent here.

Weird, isn't it?

Actually, it's not surprising at all.

Nominally, Angola has set up a dedicated national park police force to deal with poachers, but in practice, these park police officers operate on the periphery of the park and rarely enter the park, let alone take up arms to fight poachers armed to the teeth.

Fortunately, poaching has waned over the years.

The point is, poaching is far less rewarding than it used to be.

The convoy entered Angolan territory after dawn.

There is indeed a border between the two countries, but it exists on the map.

Because the border areas have few permanent residents, Zambia has not built a border defense line or deployed a border army for decades.

During the day, the convoy traveled less than 400 kilometers.

No way, that's all there is to the cross-country march.

It's just that the team didn't stop.

There are 4 people on each ATV, and people don't stop.

Although driving in the wilderness, there is no way to sit in the car and doze off, but you can always get rest, and for Wang Dong and others, even if you don't rest for a few days, it's not much of a problem.

The key is still time.

Up to now, it has been 2 days since Xie Chuyue and their accident.

Although according to Toom's meaning, the Angolan rebels rarely kill foreigners, and often exchange captured foreigners for ransom, which they have often done before, and many Westerners who have ventured to poach in Angola have suffered, but Wang Dong does not believe that the rebels will treat Xie Chuyue and them as poachers, not to mention that the incident occurred near the mine, which must have something to do with US intelligence agencies and South African mercenaries.

Xie Chuyue, how long can they hold out?

All night, the team went non-stop.

At dawn, we finally sailed out of the game reserve and came to the west bank of the Lunga River.

At this time, the problem was also exposed.

What's the problem?

As Tum has mentioned earlier, there are towns and villages on the west bank of the Lunga River, most of which are controlled by the rebels and have rebel eyelining.

In other words, you have to avoid these towns and villages.

The point is that it is no longer the indigenous people of the primitive tribes who live here, but the locals.

Due to natural conditions, most of the local residents are herders, living a half-farming and half-pastoral, and many residents raise livestock.

Not in captivity, but in grazing.

In fact, similar situations can be seen everywhere in southern Africa.

In many places, livestock is a symbol of wealth.

For example, in some southern African countries, cattle and sheep are directly used to calculate wealth, and even cattle and sheep are used as hard currency, and dozens of cattle can be exchanged for a woman.

So, how do you avoid it?

Fortunately, Wang Dong and they were prepared.

While eating breakfast, Wang Haotian released the small drone he brought.

The flight altitude of the drone is more than 1,000 meters, and it will not be detected by personnel on the ground, and the images taken by the camera carried by the drone are transmitted to Wang Haotian in real time.

Let the drone fly 10 kilometers ahead, and you can detect the danger ahead in time.

Without the drone carried by Wang Haotian, Wang Dong and the others could only travel at night.

The team stopped and stopped and arrived northeast of Mulrumba the next morning.

In fact, the whole night the team marched in the desert.

Although still in Angola, it is a typical desert, similar to the Namibian desert to the south, which is strictly part of the Namibian desert.

It's easier to march in the desert.

Why?

What you need to consider is actually a huge temperature difference between day and night, so you don't have to worry about encountering the locals.

After two days of rapid marching, Wang Dong and others were also tired enough.

Although he was anxious, Wang Dong did not lose his mind.

Even if the 40 people are all experienced special forces, they must rest for two days and two nights, otherwise they will definitely not be able to concentrate on the battle.

In addition, the sky is about to brighten.

According to Zhang Zilan's meaning, wait until after dark to go to Murumba.

If Xie Chuyue and the others are locked up there, then they can be rescued before dawn tomorrow.

It has been 4 days since the incident, and if Xie Chuyue and them are still alive, then it doesn't matter if half a day has passed.

On the contrary, if the rebels had already killed themselves, then Xie Chuyue and them would have been finished a few days ago.

In Zhang Zilan's words, Xie Chuyue must know that Wang Dong will kill him immediately, so he can think that Wang Dong and they need enough time.

Either way, the team had to rest for half a day.

When the team was encamped, Wang Dong asked Wang Haotian to release the small drone.

Because the distance is too far, in order to ensure communication and communication, the flight altitude of the drone reaches 2000 meters.

Even if it is seen by personnel on the ground, it will be thought that it is a vulture hovering high in the sky.

In southern Africa, especially in war-torn places, vultures are the most common birds.

"Brother Dong!"

Hearing Wang Haotian's greeting, Wang Dong put down the lunch box and walked towards him.

Small drones have already reached the skies over Mulrumba.

Tum didn't say anything, it was indeed a small town with only a few thousand inhabitants, and to be precise, it was actually a rebel camp.

The so-called residents, for the most part, are the families of armed men.

The town is not very large, there is a square to the northwest, and a road that is clearly run over by vehicles.

According to Toom, there are no roads in Murumba.

Of course, in the desert, it doesn't make much difference whether there are roads or not.

The key to Murumba's ability to become a town was the existence of a large well, which has not been exhausted for hundreds of years.

This well also determines the size of Murumba.

Why?

In the desert, the most precious thing is water.

Without water, even local residents would not survive for a few days.

The well was in the middle of the town, and it was also the most heavily defended.

It's early in the morning, and the townspeople are lining up to get water from the well.

Most of them were women, but there were also some teenage children.

"Where does this road lead?"

"The Pit."

Wang Dong frowned and said, "In this way, the local armed forces are indeed related to the mercenaries on the other side of the mine. ”

Wang Haotian nodded and didn't say anything.

"You go to dinner and let the drone work on its own."

"It's okay, I'm still in spirit."

Wang Dong patted Wang Haotian on the shoulder a few times and didn't say anything more.