Mombasa is actually a large island, surrounded by water systems, the distant Kilimanjaro mountain system through the grassland flow of glacial meltwater plus grassland rainfall confluence of the mouth of the sea is here, according to later research, about 500 BC there were people here, in the ninth century AD there were Arabs from Oman settled here, in the 11th century began to formally build a seaport, in the fifteenth century the Chinese Zheng He's fleet had come here, of course, this is only the official statement, there is also a saying that there were Chinese here during the Song Dynasty of China, in fact, many investigations are often very confusingIn later generations, there was a mixture of races, and many people in the area had various bloodlines, except for the largest tribe, the Bantu people, who were the most Arab, Indian, Persian, Chinese, and even ancient Negrita blood...... The main language is Swahili, Arabic is also the main language, and other minor languages are only spoken among the tribes.

Lao Luo with two Maasai and a cat began to meet different people on the fourth day after the end of training. Naga and Mnaki knew very well which were the Pygmies, which were the Bushmen, and which were the Bantus. But for Lao Luo, except for those primitive tribesmen of the Maasai people, he can only distinguish between tall and short, black and not so black, most of the black people are painted with various patterns on their bodies, although Lao Luo also knows some Swahili language, but just speaking, reading and writing is completely ineffective.

In fact, in the view of the fierce Lao Luo, all people in this world can be divided into two categories, but the division is different. Communicable and uncommunicable, threatened and unthreatened, and friends and enemies, perhaps this can be refined, but friends are divided into mature people and good friends, and enemies are divided into living or dead enemies.

So things have become easier here, at least Lao Luo doesn't have to worry about returning to BC, as for people, that's what Lao Luo is least afraid of.

There are many water systems around Mombasa, and there are crocodiles at the water's edge, and Lao Luo can't make his own boat, and the wooden raft is not very stable along the river. The two young Maasai simply couldn't borrow their strength. Therefore, the planned route goes directly to the sea, and there will always be ships at the location of the sea, and it is really not impossible to go to the beach to find wood and go to Mombasa Island.

From the moment he first saw groups of black people or hidden alone, Lao Luo felt that something was not quite right around him, Naga and Mnachi could distinguish those who might be Jikuyu or Bantu, but felt that the tattoos were wrong, and some of them occasionally walked around from a distance were pygmies, although Naga and Mnaqi had not experienced tribal warfare, but some things were still instinctively perceived.

Using the sniper scope, I saw that there was a river that was not very wide but could be crossed about seven or eight hundred meters away, there were dense bushes by the river, and there were mostly elephant grasses that were almost knee-high to waist high, although there was always rain every day in recent days, but it was still very dry under the hot sun in Africa.

Finding a place where the elephant grass was relatively sparse, and squatting down with the Maasai people, Lao Luo whispered to the two young Maasai people: "Naga, Mnachi, we have been taken as prey." ”

"Boss, what do you say?" Naga didn't panic, since he practiced the mace (the big wooden stick really had a few wolf teeth embedded in it), he always wanted to find something to try his skills, "I listen to you." ”

"Boss, those people just now are all in a group," Mnaki is still more alert, "I guess there are more than two of them." ”

"Well, just don't be afraid, just wait." Lao Luo stretched out his hand and directly took out three wooden jars, which were filled with hippopotamus grease, then found some rags, and finally took out dozens of short spears, "Follow me, wrap the strips of cloth with grease on the short spears, hurry up." ”

The three of them quickly wrapped up the short spear, and Lao Luo directly ordered, "You two don't have ten short spears, watch me do it for a while,

The two Maasai had already regarded Lao Luo as a god, and they had nothing to say.

After walking about 500 meters further, Lao Luo could already see the figure swaying in the distance, quickly took out some hay mixed with grease, and then lit it with a magnesium rod, lit the short spear wrapped in oilcloth, and threw it at the farthest bush, throwing eight or nine in succession, pointing in the direction to Naga and Mnaqi, who were doing the same action, "Naga here, Mnaqi on the other." ”

Lao Luo's hands did not stop, no more than a minute, three hundred meters away, fifty meters near, all the places where people could hide were all fireworks, most of the places directly thrown by Lao Luo screamed again and again, and some places rushed up in the fireworks.

Good old Luo, he didn't say anything, the long knife was stuck in the ground, five or six short spears in his left hand, and his right hand was thrown at will, and there was a scream in the distance. The short spear was almost thrown, and Lao Luo picked up the long knife and rushed forward, and Naga and Mnachi couldn't help it for a long time, or grabbed the mace, or double-wielded the short spear, and the three of them knocked all the remaining seven or eight people to the ground like fierce tigers.

Lao Luo picked up a horizontal knife with the most feathers on his head and slapped it to the ground, and slashed the rest. The person who was hit by Naga was more miserable, the one who was directly hit in the head by the mace was good, and the one who was swept in the chest and abdomen was unlucky, and the flesh and blood that could not die for a while were blurred. The battle lasted less than five minutes, surrounded by thick smoke and severed limbs on the ground, leaving no enemy standing except for Lao Luo and the two Maasai men.

"Put out all the fires first, Naga extinguish all the living, and Mnaki clean up the battlefield." Lao Luo guarded the feathered guy and gave the order directly. Hua Biao was following him, sniffing everywhere, with a proud and disdainful expression.

The feathered guy was originally holding an Arab scimitar in his hand, but he had already been swept away by Lao Luo, with only a scabbard and dagger pinned to his waist. Lao Luo saw that he couldn't get up, so he simply picked up the scimitar, and then pulled out the scabbard and dagger that he was pinning to his body.

The scimitar is well made, the handle and scabbard are inlaid with precious stones, and the style of the dagger is similar, it is all Arabian style things, looking at the workmanship and the faint blood stains on the scabbard, it is certain that this feather head is a robber, and the original owner of the knife should have some status among the Arabs, it is difficult to say whether it is high or low, but it is certainly not a small businessman. The feather head was lying on the ground and humming, but no one paid attention to him, and he was swept in the back by Lao Luo's horizontal knife, and it was already in good health to be able to call it out.

The fire in the grass has been extinguished, in fact, it didn't burn much in the first place, and the guys who were extinguished were mostly scared out of their hands and feet, flames and flying spears except for those who were directly nailed to the ground by Lao Luo, and as a result, they had no power to resist in a panic.

Lao Luo picked up and looked at the booty that Mnaki had packed, and Mnaqi and the dead man's ears were all seized, and he was really a careful boy, and the work of cleaning up the battlefield in the future would belong to him. After a cursory look, there were indeed a few good things - a few skins filled with water, knives with silver ornaments, a bag of gold nuggets and gems, and even two bows and some arrows.

"Naga, go and interrogate that guy and ask why he attacked us." Lao Luo believed that this was a simple robbery, because they had just arrived here, and there would be no mastermind behind it.

The result of Naga's inquiry was not unexpected, it was a group of wanderers who had been expelled from the tribe. mixed up to rob the people who passed by, and the reason why they paid attention to Lao Luo was just to take a fancy to the clothes on their bodies and Lao Luo's knife. The enraged Naga directly smashed the head of the feather head with a mace.

Lao Luo smacked his lips, put away the bag of gold nuggets and gems, knives, bows and arrows, and the rest took two daggers and pinned them to his waist, and the rest were distributed by Naga and Mnaqi, and the jewelry worn by the dead became the favorite of the two, and the two of them hung colorful necklaces and earrings on their necks and ears, so angry that Lao Luo had nothing to say, all Maasai men were this virtue, with small pigtails on their heads, and colored leather strips were squeezed on the braids, and holes were cut in the ears and various strings of gems were hung. Lao Luo Xin said that fortunately, they don't like to paint white clay on their faces, otherwise the China brought back to this era will definitely be recognized as mandrills.

The corpses of the dead do not need to be cleaned up, and the carnivorous or scavenging creatures of the prairie will take care of the aftermath for them. No one wanted the rest of the loot, so they simply burned it.

There is basically no quiet section on the road further east, and there may be tribal robbers ambushing behind every grassy slope, and there may be robbers' nests under every high hill tree. I have never seen a herdsman or a farmer who is steadily grazing his cattle, and it is likely that the person walking on the road is a spy of a certain gang, or it may be a dissuader who solicits business for the gang.

The race of the robbers was not easy to determine, except for those who were pitch black, half-black and not black, and those with yellow-brown skin, and even Naga and Mnachi could not distinguish their race, and later there were even robbers who were clearly of Arab origin.

Lao Luo is not in the mood to explore the internal relationship of each bandit gang, as long as some guys show offensive tendencies, Lao Luo will kill them all like a sledgehammer smashing walnuts, of course, the harvest is not bad, shuttle darts, metal spears, scimitars, daggers, Arabic gold and silver coins, precious stones, everything.

Both Naga and Mnaki benefited greatly from this, Naga had three more daggers and half-body metal chain mail, and Mnachi changed to two Arabic scimitars with dual wielding, although he was a little unaccustomed to it, but his attack power was much better than the original short spear.

At the beginning of the attack, Lao Luo camped in the field as usual, and later found that the night in the wild was not peaceful, so he simply waited until he was attacked to stay alive, and then went to the robber's lair to camp, which is also a good way, the robbers' lair is generally well defended, and the robbers rarely attack each other at night. Another good thing is to copy the robber's old bottom, so that at least Lao Luo doesn't have to worry about the cost of hiring a boat.

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