Chapter 423

"What about him?" brother donkey's face changed.

I reached out and took the photo. It was a group photo of a family. It was taken with a "Polaroid" camera brought by a tourist. The pixel was general, but it was OK to see the appearance. The old man was the old man who gave me copper coins, a couple and a child. They looked like three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, but only one of the four people in the photo was alive now, It's the child named Zhuma in the picture.

The little guy looks eleven or twelve years old. He has a tiger head, big eyes, a round face and looks very loving. The date printed on the photo is two years ago. It is estimated that he is about thirteen or fourteen years old now. I don't know what he has been tortured by this cruel life, and whether he still retains the childlike innocence of this age.

"We were attacked on our way here. He was caught by those people. His clothes fell on the truck carrying us. I found this MP3 and photo."

Old Haydn took a breath and laughed twice. "I didn't lose, ha ha, don't run naked." he felt something wrong. It seemed that he shouldn't laugh. He asked the child, "do you know who took that Zuma?"

"It's Zhuma. It starts with J, not Z. it's a game. A toad spits a small ball, fool." shopkeeper Qian stabbed Lao Hei nearby.

"Do you know who captured Zhuma?" I stepped forward and asked in French. With Sanmei and brother donkey, I also learned some multi-national languages. The basic dialogue is still no problem. I thought it over in my heart. It is estimated that Zhuma should not be dead. Most of the capture is to be the kind of doll army and come back to war.

The child shook his head and said he didn't know. Indeed, there are all kinds of rebels here. How can he distinguish them as a child? My question attracted everyone's eyes.

"Where did you meet the attack?" brother donkey asked. The rebels have activity areas. If you know the location, you probably know who it is.

The child looked around and went to the map pasted on the whiteboard in the tent. He pointed to a place between the north of the Congo River and South Sudan and said, "here."

"Shit, it's that bastard again" Lao Hei scolded. That's where Saif controls. It seems that he is competing with the grandparents and grandchildren. He killed his grandfather and took away his grandchildren.

We gave clues. The child a new iPod and took the old one back. It can be regarded as a keepsake to prove our identity. Shopkeeper Qian gave the child his external speaker and gave him a lot of chocolate. He was very happy and left with a new iPod+

With a small speaker, he can enjoy the joy of music with more small partners. War can destroy human nature, but it can not destroy children's nature.

After seeing the child off, we began to discuss how to recover Qomolangma. Pointing out that the government forces must be out of the question. They are now negotiating with Saif and other rebel leaders. The two sides are tired of stabbing. They sit down and have a water war. They don't know clearly. It is estimated that they will fight again. When they are tired, they will come back to talk. In this way, the people are caught in it, When they talk about the results, it is estimated that Everest is old enough to marry a daughter-in-law. It is impossible for the French Foreign Legion to organize a rescue operation for a child for no reason. The above will not approve, so we still have to rely on ourselves.

There is a rebel controlled area. We can't go too many people. We have to disguise the local people and paint the exposed parts such as face, neck and hands black with Yirong glue. If the eyes are black, the local people are also black. Like the Chinese, we save the trouble of wearing colored invisible eyes.

Another problem is his height. Ivan is too tall. He is dozens of centimeters taller than the local people. He is too conspicuous, so he can't go. Sanmei and Jinlihua won't go either. They will try to build a helicopter here. After we find Zhuma, they will pick us up from the enemy occupied area.

Finally, I, Lao Hei, shopkeeper Qian, brother donkey and drunkard, a total of five people, didn't want to take brother donkey, but this guy said he promised to find the old man's grandson, so he had to follow anyway.

We have no problem protecting him when we think about it. In addition, there are many mountains and rainforests in the north, and there are many places where we can run and hide, so we can safely take him with us.

Lao Hei naturally refused to admit it. He said that after seven days, brother donkey didn't find it. Even if brother donkey lost, he would find tape to seal brother donkey's mouth. But we all said that he was playing word games by taking advantage of loopholes, not by pure men. He stopped. However, he warned brother donkey not to continue to stimulate him by running naked, or he would serve with his fist, which made brother donkey roll his eyes.

Saif's main forces are distributed in buta, Isiro and Wamba. There are 10000 people barracks here, which is also the main force of Saif. Our goal is to find the place where they train the doll army and see if we can find little Juma, which has become an orphan.

In this troubled country, it is not easy to find a child captured by the rebels. We are in disguise operation, so in addition to normal equipment, we also brought some MP7, cbj-ms, Uzi and PP2000, which are about the size of pistols and very easy to hide and carry micro submachine guns.

Considering that we may encounter the dwarf who wears a black bow tie and will release dogs, or kunba who hears the news to seek revenge, we have brought all the weapons to deal with the evil spirit, unparalleled, ghost chop and tooth blade tail whip, plus a lot of spells for various purposes.

We are workers who run out disguised as gold mines. Naturally, there are no ID cards in this country. Generally speaking, no one will be interested in us except robbing and catching strong men.

With these weapons and equipment, some local currency, US dollars and some small bags of sand gold, we left the refugee resettlement city of iqaila and built an ordinary civilian pickup truck to strengthen the chassis and load-bearing to load those heavy weapons and money shopkeepers. He drove over Kisangani, where the two armies opposed each other, and drove north along the road to buta, a city controlled by Saif forces.

At first, we drove on the grassland, so we could bypass the forces of the rebels, but we couldn't do it in the mountains. We had to take the road. Not far away, we met a checkpoint set on the road. It was a group of armed men dressed in all kinds of clothes checking the vehicles and personnel.

"What should I do?" the driving donkey saw these people from a distance, stopped the car and asked me.

Either we can't speak French, or we don't speak very authentic and have an accent. In any case, we can't muddle through like the armed forces behind the enemy. This is one of the shortcomings of non-native operations. Therefore, we are dead. We plan to muddle through easily. We quietly put our hands in our clothes, open the weapon insurance, and are ready to break in. Anyway, there are only a dozen of them, The five of us should be able to handle it.

But who knows, when I drove to the front of the car, I found that these people were not checking at all. Each car asked a few words casually, charged a toll ranging from a few dollars to more than ten dollars, and then let them go.

Now we are very happy, because we can muddle through without attracting the enemy's attention, saving a lot of things. We immediately say that we came to search for gold. Now the war is chaotic, we are ready to go home and muddle through after paying some US dollars.

This situation changed after getting closer to buta, and the inventory became more and more strict. Only then did we understand that all the troops guarding the periphery were non legitimate forces, so they were not particularly loyal. They all took the opportunity to make a fortune.

At the last few checkpoints outside buta Town, the inventory has been very careful, and the luggage and parcels on the car have to be opened. We had everything in our car, such as rocket launchers, grenade launchers, machine guns and heavy snipers. Seeing this situation, we had to quietly reverse and escape, hide in the woods in the suburbs and wait for a few days, and sneak in under the cover of a rainstorm.

"Mom, it's easy for me next door." Lao Hei, soaked, knocked on the door of a house and handed a note to the person who opened the door.

A relative of the family was saved by Jinlihua in the refugee camp. They contacted several people before and agreed to provide us with such a foothold. This person is a very ordinary local person, so it is not noticeable at all.

After reading the note, the male owner of the house opened the door and put me in. The car was parked in the yard. He took us to the basement. The bed had already been prepared. The basement was very strong and everything was complete. There was a cabinet for food, a bucket for drinking water, a 14 inch small TV, and a small bathroom.

Seeing this, we all realized that this place should be used by the family to avoid gunfire. Now it is used to accommodate us. The entrance is behind his cabinet and the position is very hidden.

In addition to the male host, there are three children who are exactly ten years old. The hostess didn't appear, and we don't ask much. In this era of war, any problem can lead to a tragic story and a sad past.

But one thing is certain. The local man named Tiberi hated the rebels very much. He begged us to take these children away. He said he didn't want to be pulled into the army by the rebels and died on the battlefield. If he wasn't disabled, he would certainly be taken away. He showed his hand that had been shrinking in his sleeve. We saw that the whole palm and half of his forearm were missing, The wound has healed. It should be an old wound. It looks like it was cut by shrapnel.

"Don't worry, we'll take them away." shopkeeper Qian couldn't see the pity of others. He immediately nodded and agreed, and took some money and broken gold in small bags. These bags contained 10 to 30 grams of placer gold. We used some of the road money on the way, and the rest was taken out by shopkeeper Qian.

"No, there's no money to sell here. My life is over. I hope the children don't live this life again," Tiberi said, wiping tears and glancing at the picture hanging on the wall. It's a fat black woman with dazzling white teeth and laughing happily.

I waited for him to stabilize his mood and asked him, "do you know where the rebels locked up the children they took? Or where they usually train?"

There are only more than 50000 people in buta, one fifth of them are their garrison. They are all in the south of the town. There is an airport. Near the airport is their military camp training camp. We can't get close to it at ordinary times, Tiberi told us.

We pushed out the satellite map and asked Tiberi to help us identify some places, as well as where the members of the rebels would often move, etc., to prepare for the next search operation.