Chapter 430

"Our family escaped the war from Libya, hid in Chad, and was caught working in the gold mine in Congo. When they met the government air raid, Grandpa ran out with me." Zhuma stopped, took the paper towel handed by shopkeeper Qian, wiped her tears, and finally talked about the content related to copper coins.

"Listen to my grandfather. His father, my great grandfather, found the copper coin in the desert."

"Found it? What luck is this?" cried old black, who was stared at by us and closed again, listening to little Pearl continue.

"It is said that my great grandfather was drawing water from the well that day. Suddenly, a plane crossed his head and landed on the desert a few kilometers away. My great grandfather immediately ran over on a camel, but the plane was gone."

"Disappeared? Didn't you say it landed?" we all wondered, but we didn't make a sound, waiting for him.

"The plane landed on a piece of quicksand, and some people survived, but as soon as they got out of the cabin, the plane was swallowed by quicksand, and the man also fell in. When my grandfather and they got there, the man was buried in the quicksand, holding a box with one hand, and that was it."

We were a little disappointed when we heard this. We spent so much effort and didn't get any substantive clues. However, we saved a female reporter and a child brainwashed by the rebels by the way, which can be regarded as merit and virtue.

"Do you remember where you found the copper coins? For example, what direction did your great grandfather live in the village?" I asked hopefully. The plane swallowed by quicksand will not move. If you can find the wreckage, you may know more.

Zhuma shook her head: "my grandfather moved when he was very young, but it should be on the beach. When I was a child, I had some shell toys." little Zhuma began to wipe her tears again, which made me feel a burst of sympathy. Such a young child would bear the pain of losing all his relatives.

We comforted Zhuma, and several people began to discuss around the electronic map. If it was the coast of Libya, it should be somewhere along the Mediterranean coast.

But so far, all we know is a well, a village and an old plane buried under quicksand. It takes more than 1500 kilometers of coastline to find these. It's actually more difficult than going to heaven. We must find a way to narrow the scope.

Another very important problem is that Libya has not been peaceful in recent years, and the opposition supported by Gaddafi and NATO are also at war. Now is the time to fight. However, it is good to fish in troubled waters. Taking advantage of their chaos all over the country, maybe we can start more conveniently.

We decided to leave for Libya as soon as possible, so we took back the seaplane parked on the beach, crossed several small African countries from the air and landed in the Mediterranean Sea, close to Libya.

Libya is different from Congo, Nigeria and Somalia. Libya is rich in resources and is one of the main oil exporting countries. In 2004, the daily output of crude oil reached 1.6 million barrels, and the oil quality of crude oil is good. Relying on oil export alone, Libya has become a very rich country. If it were not for the hot fight between Gaddafi regime and the opposition, We can't fly into their territorial waters so easily.

According to little Juma's memory, his parents were born in a small village called noutunig, about 100 kilometers southeast of Benghazi, Libya's second-largest city. After we changed our appearance, we quietly connected to this small village with a population of less than 300 people.

Little Juma hasn't been here, but according to him, there is a brother of his father, that is, Juma's uncle, a man named kuser. It's just that after many years, I don't know whether he still lives here.

Afraid that too many people would appear and scare the people in the village, we only sent Sanmei and Jinlihua, who can speak Arabic, plus me, Laohei and xiaozhuma. A total of five people entered the village and knocked on the doors of several houses to ask about Uncle Zhuma's whereabouts.

We didn't have much hope for this method. After all, times have changed for decades. God knows whether we can find this uncle of Everest.

But the result was shocking. After knocking on the door of few houses, someone pointed out a family to us, saying it might be his house. I heard him mention that a relative was lost in the war.

We went up and knocked on the door with a feeling of trying. A middle-aged man opened the door. After hearing our intention, we hugged little Zhuma and began to cry. We finally said "I saw you. I only heard your name before. Are your parents all right?" and when we learned that little Zhuma's parents had been killed, we cried again, Cry enough to let us into the house.

Seeing this, we all had doubts in our hearts. It was a coincidence, but after entering the house, we looked carefully at the man's appearance, which was indeed somewhat similar to that of Everest. Moreover, the names of some relatives they said were completely right. It should be uncle and nephew. There was no doubt that they were more or less relieved.

After little Zhuma and kuser talked about it, we explained our intention and asked kuser if he knew the location of the plane that crashed, or if he could find the village and the water well that year.

Kuser thought for a moment and said, "it's no problem. It's in a village in the north, but the underground water source is diverted. It's difficult to get water there. Now it's deserted. I can take you there."

In the desert, the main water for people and livestock depends on the groundwater vein, so it is also common for the diversion of water sources to cause village migration. We didn't think much. We called shopkeeper Qian and others who were waiting outside the village. After having a short rest and eating some fruit, we followed Zhuma's uncle kuser to the abandoned village.

The temperature in the desert area during the day is really not blowing out. It's hot. We keep sweating. Fortunately, our heads and faces are covered and we wear sunglasses, otherwise we have to be fainted by the sun.

Kuser took a camel and let little qomola sit on it. He also looked at our large military backpacks from time to time. He kept asking whether to put them on it. It was very exhausting to carry them. We refused. You know, there are our weapons and ammunition, drinking water and dry food inside. As soldiers, we have long developed the good habit of never leaving the gun, Or you'll feel uncomfortable all over.

We walked north in the sun for more than two hours and saw an abandoned village in the distance. This village has no houses at all. The so-called abandonment is just some pens for animals and some ragged tents.

Originally, all this was exactly the same as the uncle named kuser of Zhuma, but I don't know why I kept getting uncomfortable in my heart. Lao hei and Sanmei looked grim and hinted to us to be careful.

Kuser walked ahead and didn't notice our movements at all. He was still chatting with Zhuma while walking. Brother donkey asked kuser, "how long has this village been abandoned?"

Kuser replied casually, "more than ten years."

Brother donkey, with high IQ and low EQ, asked, "are these things still there for more than ten years? Haven't sandstorms swallowed up this abandoned village?"

Kuser shook his head: "this area is close to the sea, the climate is very stable, and there are few sandstorms."

Brother donkey wanted to ask, but the experienced drunkard also saw that it was wrong and stabbed him with his hand. Brother donkey shut up, but he still looked at us with confused eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down. We all stretched out our hands and used the gun in the wide Arab robe. Kuser seemed to have eyes on his back. Without looking back, he judged that we were going to do it. He pulled little Zhuma off the camel, stuck his hands under his armpits, put them in front of him, and shouted at us, "don't come here", and walked backward towards the abandoned village.

At almost the same time, several soldiers dressed in desert camouflage emerged from the dilapidated tents in the abandoned village and started shooting at us with AK. They may be worried about kuser, so the fire is not very fierce. Once he retreats, the other party has enough range, and it is estimated that the bullets will be more dense at that time.

Among us, the drunkard and brother donkey were closest to him. The drunkard pushed brother donkey down and threw himself against kuser. With his strength, kuser was more than enough. The rest of us lay down on the spot, took out our weapons from our backpacks, unfolded the butt of our guns and began to fight back.

When kuser saw the drunkard coming, he thought the drunkard was using a gun. He immediately raised little Zhuma to block his head and chest.

But the drunkard didn't even touch the handle of the gun, so he took out the slender military stab, shook his wrist and ran to kuser holding Zhuma's hand. Kuser holding Zhuma wanted to change the direction, and forced the drunkard to close the knife with the tip of Zhuma to meet the military stab.

However, Everest weighs dozens of kilograms. How could there be the dizzying sharp knife of the drunkard in his hand? The drunkard shook his wrist gently, and the tip of the knife stabbed kuser's wrist exactly, followed by a dragonfly knife, and stabbed him in the other hand. Both of them were not deep into the meat. Kuser immediately cried out in pain, His hands were injured and he could no longer hold qomola. As soon as he loosened his hands, he fell to the ground.

Kuser turned to run. Sanmei's right hand sand Eagle shot him on the outside of his lower leg and knocked him to the ground on the spot. We all thought the same and left him alive. We'll go back and interrogate him after settling the enemy in the abandoned village. Who sent him to set us up.

But someone didn't think so. It was little Juma. He was stunned at first. He didn't know how the uncle who was kind and smiling just now took himself to block the knife and bullet. When he reacted, his young face showed a murderous anger. Even if he was an ordinary child, but he was trained by the rebels, Now it shows a very cruel side.

Zhuma immediately rushed up, held kuser who screamed more than once, opened her mouth and bit her. After biting, she shook her head and pulled a piece of kuser's ear off her head. We all frowned with her ruthlessness.

Kuser screamed louder and hit Zhuma on the somersault with one punch. Sanmei and I raised our pistol to kill him at the same time, but Zhuma got up and rushed back. We had to put away the pistol and concentrate on dealing with the ticket man in the abandoned village, allowing the uncle and nephew to fight together on the sand