The helicopter detachment that received the order immediately took off an OH6 reconnaissance helicopter, and the pilot was still Sandman's eldest brother, after all, he was the oldest of the pilots.

Soon after, the OH6 helicopter flew to Standard Oil's Drilling Camp 2 and picked up Shepard.

"See that way?"

"See!"

Shepard said, pointing to the path that faded into the jungle.

"Then follow that path!"

"Are we in danger?"

Sandman hesitated and asked.

"Probably not, even if you are in danger, don't you still have you, how could the ace pilot let me have an accident?"

Shepard picked up an M14 and pulled the bolt to inspect it, then complimented the other party.

And Sandman, who was bitter and hateful, sighed helplessly again.

"I just escaped Vietnam, and now I'm going to fall into the hands of African cannibals again!"

"It's okay, Africans don't like to eat white skin, the taste is too stinky, and eating it will make you diarrhea! They like to cut off their heads and kick them as balls! ”

Shepard's comfort obviously didn't make Sandman feel better, but after all, Sandman still did his best to hover over the jungle in the helicopter.

The guerrillas' route of action is not secretive, because they are also a brigade, hundreds of people through the jungle and along the road are completely two concepts, so, Shepard's tracking was very smooth at the beginning, but as he went deeper and deeper into the jungle, the path below gradually appeared one by one, some disappeared into the jungle, and some were winding and spiraling forward, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty, and Shepard had to give up tracking along the road.

"Pull up, see if there's any people nearby!"

Soon OH6 rose from a height of a few tens of meters to hundreds of meters, and then Shepard looked around with the telescope for a while, and finally saw some small blurry black dots in the distance.

It was a very small village, with only a dozen dilapidated thatched huts, and the helicopter alarmed the civilians inside, many people climbed out of their houses and looked at the sky, Shepard could see many children yelling and jumping, and some adults were pointing at the helicopter, he thought for a moment, and then opened the cabin door.

Sandman on the side saw Shepard open the cabin door, his face flashed hesitation, as if he had something to say, but finally held back, and Shepard didn't have time to pay attention to the other party, he asked Sandman to lower the height, and then, dropped a backpack of cans and candy.

"Alright, let's go!"

"Huh?"

Sandman looked at Shepard, a look of guilt flashing across his face, and then said as he pulled up the height.

"I'm wrong about you, boss!"

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you opened the hatch to shoot the people down there!"

"I'm sick in the head, what are you shooting them for, bullets don't cost money?"

"But in Vietnam, those pilots and cabin gunners like to do it!"

"Those guys just rely on the Vietnamese to take them, if there were anti-aircraft guns, those helicopters would have flown far away a long time ago!"

"That's why I said, I'm wrong about you! But why are you throwing candy? ”

"Of course, it's to bring the military and civilians closer, go on, go see something else!"

Soon Shepard looked at all the large and small villages within a radius of tens of kilometers, but only the first village was the first one, and the other villages, Shepard only made map marks.

After a long time of tossing and turning, Shepard sent the helicopter back, and then he immediately approached Hannibal and told him to fetch a dozen boxes of canned food and candy and the like.

Hannibal also wondered, but it was one thing to wonder, it was another thing to carry out a mission, and he quickly got the cans, which were simply not too widespread in the black market in Lubumbashi, which was the usual end of American aid.

After getting the cans, Shepard had them loaded onto the plane, and then took off with a dozen people and an interpreter back to the village where he had dropped the candy first.

This time, instead of throwing objects from a high altitude, the helicopter landed on the flat ground outside the village, and then, Shepard, wearing a bulletproof vest, grabbed a few bags of candy and jumped out of the plane.

"Everyone in the meeting will have their insurance closed, their guns pressed down, no orders, no hostile acts are allowed, and if you mess things up, you guys will go back where you came from, understand?"

Shepard specifically instructed a vote of Koreans, after all, these guys did bad things, but they were not inferior to their masters.

As soon as they heard that they were going home for the mess, the employees swore that nothing would go wrong.

Shepard then led the way to the village, where the black uncles were in disarray, the men shouting the local language to form a useless line of defense outside the village, and the women packing up their softness and preparing to run away, apparently having had a bad experience with it.

Looking at Uncle Black with weapons such as hunting knives and earth guns, Shepard stopped, first raised his hands to show that he had no weapons, and then took out the canned food and began to eat it, after eating a few bites, he showed the can in his hand to the Black Uncles for a while, and then threw a few more over, motioning for the Black Uncles to taste it.

Realizing that Shepard was not hostile, the black uncles carefully picked up the canned food and confirmed that it was really edible, so everyone was not so nervous, and then Shepard motioned for an interpreter to speak.

"Ask their village chief, the elder is here!"

The interpreter nodded, and then there was a burst of chatter in the dialect, and then the men were also chattering, and then an old black man of considerable age, gray hair, but fat and strong, walked out.

"That guy is the Elder!"

"Tell him we want to talk to him!"

Shepard's words were conveyed in their original form, and after the old man listened to it, the uncles who threw the black with their weapons immediately retreated and dispersed, leaving only the old man in place.

"He said he had nothing to talk about with the army!"

"Then ask him, do you want to make money, knife music, us knife music!"

After the translation did so, the old man immediately took a few steps forward and spoke directly in French.

"White people's money is never easy to earn!"

"But my money is still very good!"

Shepard immediately replied in fluent French.

"I came with sincerity, so don't let my sincerity become useless, after all, I still have so many subordinates watching, it's always okay to make friends with a face, right?"

"Do I have room to refuse?"

Looking at the menacing dozen armed mercenaries, the old man smiled helplessly, and then said.

"Let's talk about it here, I'll tell my people to back away and not get close to your village, and you also tell your people not to be nervous?"

"That couldn't be better!"

The old man nodded and agreed.