Great Power Army Reclamation

This whole day lasted. At noon, I only ate the two sandwiches I had brought with me in the morning to satisfy my hunger.

This time Yang Wei has experience and knows that it is difficult to find regular gas stations here, and they are all sold in grocery stores.

In the evening, the car ran out of gas again. This time it was a little unlucky. The place we stopped was a small village with more than a dozen round thatched houses. The one closest to the roadside had some goods inside.

Yang Wei gesticulated for a while in the afternoon. This boss was obviously not as smart as the boss in the morning. He didn't understand until Yang Wei pulled him to the car and opened the gas tank.

But this guy's tools shocked Yang Wei. The tools for holding oil even included Coke bottles. No matter what the oil is, Yang Wei doesn't care.

Yang Wei pointed to his stomach again, indicating that he was hungry. The boss responded quickly this time and called his daughter and asked her to take Yang Wei to dinner.

The meal is very simple. The staple food is Saima. The dishes are some fish pieces. It is probably because there is less oil and the fish pieces are very fishy. Anyway, there are more spices here in Africa, so I can barely swallow it.

I have to admit that every place has its own food characteristics, and Yang Wei is very envious of people's way of eating West Malaysia.

The corn dough that has just been boiled in the pot, whether they are adults or children, they dare to pluck a piece from the top with their hands, make it into a small ball, and stuff it into their mouths.

Yang Wei gave it a try. I almost had my skin burned off, so I never dared to try it again. The girl covered her mouth and laughed for a while, and then started to help him make dough.

The girl is very beautiful, with big eyes, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, but her lips are a little thick, but sexy. There should be lipstick on the lips, which looks very attractive.

The girl was very generous and fed him each piece of dough directly. Yang Wei couldn't bear it, but he was afraid of being burned, but he kept feeding and got used to it.

The fish is easy to eat because it is basically just a bone in the middle with no other spines. Moreover, the fish must have been half-dried in the sun and was very chewy. After getting used to it, even the fishy smell became much lighter.

The two of them were eating, and the boss came over after refueling, holding a clay pot. I wonder what was in it?

When the girl saw her father coming, she quickly stood up, took the jar, and poured a bowl for Yang Wei and her father.

Yang Wei doesn't know what this is? But the boss kept gesturing to him with the bowl, and he took a sip. It was sour, sweet, and slightly spicy. He couldn't figure out what it was?

The boss picked up the drink and drank it in one gulp, and then suddenly said something in English: "China?"

Although Yang Wei was a poor student, he still knew simple English words, so he nodded.

The boss pointed at his daughter: "Sima, come with you!"

Yang Wei said he didn't understand and could only shake his head. The boss stopped talking and kept holding the bowl and clinking glasses with Yang Wei.

At this time, Yang Wei finally realized that the wine in this bowl was their own wine. It should be fruit wine, with a smell of mango.

However, he didn't care. Yang Wei, like his father, had a good capacity for drinking. He probably had to drink from a vat to feel the alcohol.

But after drinking a can of wine, who knew his head would feel a little groggy. After not sleeping all day and night, he was really sleepy.

Xima helped him into the thatched hut. As soon as he came out, his father waved to her and motioned for her to go back to the house. Naturally, Xima understood what her father meant. He wanted her to marry this Chinese man who was on his way.

African girls are open-minded, and she also likes tall and big men like Yang Wei, so she happily got back into the room and lay down next to Yang Wei.

The boss went back to the store and didn't go back to bed until twelve o'clock. There was no electricity here, so the boss came into the house holding a candle, put the candle on a table, lay down and fell asleep.

The straw hut in Africa is very simple, just a place to sleep. Simply spread some grass on the ground to make a bed.

The conditions at Xi Ma's house are slightly better, and there are two blankets on the grass. With the current weather, we need to cover ourselves with something in the middle of the night.

The boss snored soon after lying down, but Sima couldn't fall asleep. What her father meant by asking her to marry this man was to cook the rice before it was raw. The ritual can be made up for later.

It's just that this man sleeps like a pig, and she has no experience in this area, and she doesn't know how to deal with a pig.

Yang Wei woke up from peeing. He felt someone holding him in a daze. He quickly reached out to push, but his hand hit a round thing.

Yang Wei squeezed it a few times with his hands curiously. He didn't open his eyes until the other side made a sound. Then he understood what he was grabbing. He felt his hand loosen and no longer looked at Xima opposite him.

At this time, Xi Ma has wrapped around me, like a snake, soft and greasy. Yang Wei quickly got up and ran out. He had to urinate urgently!

Yang Wei searched for a long time but couldn't find a toilet. It seemed that there was no toilet in this village. Yang Wei walked far away and stopped on a piece of grass.

Under certain circumstances, a man could not urinate, so Yang Wei stood in the wilderness for a full ten minutes before he finished what he had to do.

Just as I was about to walk back, I suddenly saw two car lights speeding towards me from a distance. He rushed to the door of Xi Ma's thatched cottage and stopped suddenly.

Then several figures jumped out of the car and rushed towards the village. One of the guys with a submachine gun went directly into Xima's thatched hut.

Yang Wei counted about five people. Those few were armed with rifles, and only the guy who entered Xi Ma's house was armed with a submachine gun. Yang Wei doesn't know who they are? Instinctively I wanted to get in the car and leave.

But soon, Sima's screams and Sima's father's angry scoldings were heard in the house, and then there were gunshots.

Yang Wei was startled and couldn't care anymore, so he rushed towards the house. After all, I refueled, and I haven’t given anyone any money after eating.

But when he ran to the door, his footsteps stopped. The opponent had a gun, and he was bare-handed, so he couldn't rashly use it as a target.

But it only stays for a moment. Because he heard the fighting inside. He rushed in without hesitation.

I saw Sima being pressed to the ground in the room, with a submachine gun tightly clutched in his hand. Simma's father, on the other hand, grabbed the legs of the guy who rushed in and tried to pull him back.

How could Yang Wei still have the slightest hesitation at this time? Go up and kick that guy in the head. The guy was kicked and rolled a few times like a wooden stake, and then he became motionless.

Yang Wei took the submachine gun from Xima's hand, then dragged the guy's legs and threw him out of the house. At this time, gunfire and crying were also heard from other homes. Another family's thatched hut was set on fire.

Yang Wei cursed and rushed over with his gun in hand. He has met almost all the people in the village. They were all watching him during dinner just now. They were all very friendly.

It's the end of the month, brothers, for the sake of the party and the country, please give me a hand