I saw that the elephant herd was like a thick wall, slowly moving in front of my eyes, and a newborn baby elephant, mixed in the middle of the team, from time to time cast curious eyes at the two jeeps, and soon disappeared into the protection of the encirclement of adult elephants.

"It's hard to imagine that more people die every year in this land under the legs of elephants than in the mouths of lions!" The guide said to himself. "Once, by the river, I saw two adult elephants drinking water, and one of them was bitten by a stupid crocodile, and the elephant turned its huge head and dragged the crocodile to the shore, where the other elephant trampled to death and turned into a pile of meat puree. Even the indigenous tribes who live locally and live by hunting do not dare to provoke them easily. ”

"Magical Africa. I've always thought that elephants are very honest and kind animals. Hugh sighed.

"Where can I buy weapons?" Katyusha changed the subject, apparently the herd of elephants that was fading away behind the car could not arouse her interest.

"I do know two, the current civil war situation is in full swing, arms dealers from different countries and speaking different languages are running around here all day long, not wanting to miss this good opportunity to make a fortune, and selling arms on a large scale, with the intention of getting the maximum share of the pie." Cavam paused. "These arms dealers have no position at all, just sold out the weapons to the government army, turned around and sold a batch of goods to the ** armed forces, the more fierce they fight, the happier the arms dealers, as long as the dollar bill is ready, the goods package you are satisfied. The last arms dealer I know is a bit farther away. I'm afraid it's too late today, and tomorrow I'll introduce him to you. The guide patiently introduced.

"It's hard work, it looks like we've really chosen the right person." Katyusha handed the guide a stack of bills, and Kawam took the tip, rubbing her hands together happily.

"I'm a little thirsty, can I drink the water over there?" As Hugh drove, he pointed to a river not far away, where many herbivores gathered at the edge of the stream, bowing their heads and drinking from the clear water.

"Well, I suggest it's best not to" Before the tour guide's words were finished, a water python with a diameter of 30 centimeters and a length of more than nine meters shot out from the bottom of the water, opened its bloody mouth, and firmly bit the neck of a gazelle that was drinking water, and the huge impact put the gazelle on the ground, and the anaconda used its thick body to firmly entangle the prey that could not move, only to see that the gazelle's breathing became weaker and weaker, and finally died of suffocation.

"Forget it." Hugh swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling slightly.

"You can park your car there." The guide pointed to a tall tree in the shape of a water bottle in front of the car. "It's a baobab tree, and its fruit is rich in pulp and juice, making it a great way to quench your thirst. During the years of famine in Africa, many lives were saved. ”

The guide took out a narrow scimitar from his jeep, climbed the baobab tree with great skill, and shouted downward: "Be careful, everyone, stand farther away." ”

Everyone retreated to the rear, only to see several football-sized fruits falling from the sky and falling to the ground with a sound.

The guide's companion stepped forward, split them with a knife, revealing the snow-white, potato-like flesh, and handed Hugh and Katyusha half of each: "Give, taste." Authentic African delicacies. ”

"Well, it tastes good." Hugh chewed heavily. "It's like fluffy bread dipped in milk."

"It feels even better with some wine." Katyusha savored it.

The guide slid down the tree with a proud smile. After everyone had a great feast, they started the jeep and continued on their way.

It was already approaching dusk, and the shadow of a tribal village gradually appeared on the horizon.

"Here?" Katyusha asked curiously.

"The local indigenous people, completely isolated from modern civilization, still retain the way of life of primitive society. Very hospitable, kind and simple. The guide lowered the window of the jeep and looked out at the village. I speak the local indigenous language, so we can set up camp here and experience the local customs of Africa, I wonder what you think? ”

"No problem, this is a good opportunity to learn about prehistoric civilizations up close, and I wonder if their civilization will continue in a few hundred years." Hugh shifted the steering wheel and drove in the direction of the village tribe.

Khawam stepped out of the jeep and came to the wooden gate on the outskirts of the village, where the local natives looked at him curiously, and among them appeared an old man with gray hair, white paint and half a piece of animal skin around his waist, who seemed to be the chief of the tribe, walking from the crowd to the guide on crutches, and chattering with Kawam, and from time to time making exaggerated expressions.

After three minutes, the guide announced with a relaxed expression: "The village chief was a little nervous at first thinking that we were from the government army, but after clarifying the misunderstanding, he welcomed us very much and invited everyone to the campfire in the evening and spend the night here." ”

"Thank you guides, I am also full of affection for them, and it can be seen from their kind facial expressions that this is a tribe that advocates peace and benevolence." Katyusha commented, and Hugh nodded in approval.

The interior of the village is dotted with large and small, cylindrical wooden buildings. It served as their home and storehouse.

In the center of the village square, a striking totem pole of birds and beasts more than five meters high stands in front of everyone. From bottom to top, there are wild animals such as buffalo, wildebeest, gazelle, springbok, zebra, and flamingos, almost all of which can be hunted, which shows that this is a tribe that makes a living from hunting.

Unsurprisingly, on a tree stump next to the square, several tribal hunters with longbows and stone knives were dismembering the flesh and bones of a wildebeest and distributing it equally among the surrounding crowd.

They were dressed very cleanly, and both men and women wore a straw skirt made of rattan and leaves wrapped around their waists as the only fig leaf. The upper body is usually exposed, and the children are unclothed and run around the village with their bare buttocks.

Several tribal women, putting all kinds of berries collected in the wild into baskets woven from branches, accidentally saw Katyusha, discovered her gender from her size, and talked and laughed together, their eyes full of curiosity and surprise.

Two bare-bottomed children were lying on the ground, stabbing the East African giant mole rat with a wooden stick in their hands, its two forelimbs were tightly tied with rattans, and it was difficult to walk, so it could only jump around clumsily like frogs, which caused bursts of innocent laughter from the children from time to time.

Several tribal men were on the side, using stone axes in their hands, laboriously chopping a pile of wood to form a circle, which was probably the fuel for today's bonfire. Hugh thought to himself.

A tribal child stumbled in from outside the village crying, muttering something in his mouth. Behind him were groups of African hyenas, whining and laughing.

Hugh turned to the guide and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"This little boy accidentally provoked an African hyena while he was playing nearby, and he ran over to call his mother crying." The guide sighed. "As a tribal child, unlike us, we have been surrounded by a lot of toys since we were young, and we have grown up healthily under the care of our parents. In African tribes, adults have to work all day long for their livelihood, resist all kinds of external threats and diseases, and have no time to take care of them, only these wild animals outside accompany them to grow up, and they are full of dangers. Disappearances are a common occurrence. ”

"Ah, poor boy." Katyusha's words were full of sympathy.

I saw several tribal hunters stand up, draw arrows with bows, and shoot several arrows in unison, and with a flick of their fingers, they shot several uninvited guests who broke into the tribe into hedgehogs. Then they walked forward, and one of them grabbed an African hyena by its hind legs and dragged it to the stump.

"Looks like dinner is getting richer, and there are a few more roasted dogs." The guide smiled.

As night falls, the moon is bright and the stars are thin, and members of the tribe and their guides sit around the campfire, savor charcoal-grilled wildebeest, shredded hyena meat, and enjoy African-inspired indigenous dances. The guide sat next to the chieftain and whispered something. After a while, the chief pointed to the distant sky with his cane, showing an expression of fear and awe, and the people saw this, and fell to the ground and bowed in the direction the chief pointed.

"What are they doing?" Katyusha asked curiously.

"For a long time, there has been a lot of fighting in the country, and missiles often flew in the sky, occasionally landing on the land around the tribe, killing several members of the tribe. The chief had always believed that it was the will of the gods, and felt that it might be that he or his people had done something wrong and had been punished by the heavens, so he was terrified and disturbed. I hope that through prayer, I will appease the wrath of God. The guide explained.

"You have to tell them the truth, these have nothing to do with them, they are all tragedies created by the warring sides." Hugh suggested.

"I've tried, but with their acceptance of modern civilization, I still can't understand it." The guide spread his hands helplessly.

"Hey, everything can only be left to fate, I hope the war ends soon." Hugh grabbed a handful of berries and stuffed them into his mouth.

In this dry season of the savannah, wild berries are very scarce, and in addition to entertaining distinguished guests, only chiefs and older tribesmen are generally entitled to enjoy them, and the indigenous children on the side, looking at them with greedy eyes but embarrassment, Hugh picked up a handful of berries, handed them to the child, and gestured in a language he could not understand: "Come, little friend, we will share the good things together."

The native child stood up, took the berry shyly, and thanked Hugh with a smile of joy and gratitude, and at that moment, that sincere and kind emotion left a deep imprint on Hugh's heart.