Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

There is a good thing and a bad thing happening at the same time.

Encountering a camel team in the desert is basically the best situation a survivor can imagine. However, this camel team is far away from the stone mountain, and the traveling route is almost parallel to the mountain range.

Jennifer couldn't possibly watch the opportunity slip by, but there was only so much she could do.

The wind in the desert is already loud, and the noise made on the mountain cannot reach the ears of the camel team.The camel seems to be walking slowly, but in fact it has a considerable speed, and it is too late to catch up after climbing down the mountain.The only thing we can do right now is to find a way to attract the attention of the camel team, hoping that the other party will take the initiative to approach.

She took off her long hood.

For about half a second, Jennifer thought about whether to simply set the scarf on fire—after all, a qualified survivor should know how to choose.But soon she put the thought behind her.The wind on the mountain is even stronger than that on the ground. Even if the turban is lit, the smoke will not go up.

Might as well just wave the turban.

Jennifer opened a trekking pole and was about to tie up the headscarf, but she found a problem that she didn't realize just now: the headscarf was black.

Usually this color is very useful. Jennifer always pulls it down to cover half of her face, and only pokes a few holes in the eyes to observe the surroundings and protect the retina from being burned.It's a pity that it doesn't work now. What you are stepping on is a stone mountain with the same color tone, which is far from conspicuous enough.

Jennifer focused her thoughts, trying not to let the sense of urgency of slipping hope affect her decision-making.

After a moment, she decisively took off her robe.

***

On this day, the audience concentrated in the live broadcast room at the top of the popularity list once again saw a mosaic full of screens.

Everyone knew that the contestant was taking off his clothes, but no one except the AI ​​system could see what was going on, not even the show crew.They could only wait silently with complicated emotions.

After two or three minutes, the screen returned to normal.

At this time, Jennifer had already packed herself up. She was wearing a jacket turned out of her bag on her upper body, a long scarf on her lower body, and a heavy knot was firmly tied on the back of her calf.

The white robes that had been taken off were tied to trekking poles.Jennifer has to pay attention to the feedback in the camera with one hand at all times, so she can only wave with one hand, which is somewhat difficult.More importantly, this mechanical action will not only consume physical strength, but also consume patience.

Losing the initiative is tormenting. Survivors can only wait for the response of others, and sometimes even miss help.Flares and boats, Jennifer experienced this miss in the first round.She felt that she was strong enough to bear disappointment, but many survivors often ran to the oasis with all their strength, only to find that it was just a mirage, and finally died in pain and despair.

Fortunately no one will be disappointed today.

Jennifer's "undressing" worked. With the continuous waving of the robe, the camel caravan in the camera picture stopped when it walked up the dune.The few people in front of the team seemed to be greeting each other, she couldn't see clearly, but this didn't prevent her from smiling when she saw the camel team turn their heads.

The way down the mountain is easier than the way up the mountain. While the slope is gentle, there are many steps for rest.Jennifer took advantage of the time when the camel caravan was walking here, changed her clothes and began to march towards the ground. She was full of fighting spirit, and her tired legs seemed to be full of strength suddenly, and she didn't feel tired even when she was pedaling on the rocks.

In order to ensure safety, all the burdens were put back into the bag.

Without the blessing of the camera, in her view, the camel caravan was just a small protruding point, and therefore missed the last chance to find the abnormality——

Everyone knows that the nomads in the Sahara Desert are very friendly. They will always rescue every lost explorer and traveler, provide them with water and food, and never deliberately seek rewards.

Jennifer thought so too.

To be exact, Jennifer still thought so until she saw the camel team face to face.

But when she saw the opponent's appearance completely, she fell into a feeling of "it's so" and "it's so".Since the second round, I have been unlucky. I thought that the third round would turn around, but in the end it was still unlucky, unlucky, unlucky.

This is a small caravan.

There are more than ten dromedary camels in the whole team, they all look strong and well taken care of.Except for the camels carrying cargo, there are three of them with people on their backs. They are all dressed in long robes, with a thick blue-purple turban around their heads, and veils of the same color. Only a pair of fierce eyes and rough skin around the eye sockets are exposed. .The skin color was lighter than most people Jennifer had seen in North Africa, almost like some Mexicans.

There is nothing weird up to here, but looking down, these three people are all armed.

When Jennifer says weapons, she doesn't mean the wooden spears, knives, or "swords" that these - it looks like - Tuareg people occasionally carry, that normal nomads would carry, she means Guns slung in front of the men by their belts.

The Tuareg are a nomadic people living in the south-central Sahara. They are a branch of the Berbers, but they have their own unique cultural customs.In this nation, women are not required to wear headscarves and veils, on the contrary, all adult men are required to cover their faces.

The problem is that, in the eyes of the outside world, the Tuareg people are also classified as friendly nomads who can "ask for help". Jennifer has never heard of any tribe that will wear guns on their bodies.

What the hell!

Junjie, who knows current affairs on her side, raised her hands to indicate that she did not intend to offend; on the other side of the screen, the audience only had time to see her coming down from the mountain, and the whole screen turned black.

Within the one-minute buffer time, the AI ​​system made its own judgment.

It cut off the live broadcast.

Jennifer didn't know that the staff had fallen into a panic. At this moment, she must face the situation cautiously, otherwise she might become a dead soul under the gun.She kept her hands raised, her gaze wandering among the three men, and finally fixed on the leading man.

"Do you speak English? French? German? Arabic?"

Every time an option is thrown, she changes a language.

The Tuareg exchanged a few glances.

The leader looked at her, and said something quickly in his mouth, the language was very awkward, mixed with some strange noises.Hearing this, a person behind him asked loudly in broken French: "Who are you? Where are you from?"

It's good to be able to communicate, Jennifer was relieved.She calmly replied: "I am a tourist, from Marrakech." After speaking in French, she said "Marrakech" again in Berber, which is not very fluent.

In the Berber language, Marrakech means "the hometown of the true God".It’s not that Berbers or Tuaregs living in modern times still believe that the true God lives in this city. It still made the leader's vigilant eyes soften.

Jennifer smiled tentatively, and was about to continue to say something.

Suddenly, a third man who had never spoken before roared loudly.

He looked excited, spoke extremely fast, and waved his palms in the air.While he was speaking, the eyes of the other two kept changing, and finally both even raised their guns.The camels they were riding were pacing uneasily in place, the French-speaking man held the butt of his gun in one hand, and pointed in the air with the other——

Within a thousandth of a second, Jennifer realized what they abhorred.

Blue camera set.

"What is this?" The man asked urgently, "What is this? Are you a diary? Are you a diary?" He shouted a few words in his own language, and the sound of tongue and mouth interlocking became more and more urgent.

For a moment, the muzzles of the three guns were aimed at Jennifer.

She was dazed for a moment by the "diary" in the other party's mouth. She didn't know what he wanted to express, but she quickly realized that what the man wanted to say should be "journaliste" because she didn't know the language well and remembered it wrong Word (journal).

Interestingly, the nomadic people living in the Sahara are not like the indigenous people in other parts of Africa. They rarely have the concept of so-called "territory invaders" towards casual tourists, and there is very little news about attacking journalists.

These herdsmen must be hiding some secret, otherwise they would not be afraid of being photographed.The question now is, is it safer to reveal that you are connected to the outside world, or is it safer to insist that you are alone?

If they have ulterior motives, maybe the status of journalists can make them wary; but what if they are just a special tribe with a strong desire to defend themselves?Would pretending to be a reporter irritate them even more so that they would kill to vent their anger?

Jennifer's thoughts changed sharply.

But the situation in front of her did not allow her to continue thinking, the leader's finger had already reached the trigger!

Immediately, Jennifer showed panic and confusion on her face.She spread her hands, stared straight at the interpreter, and said quickly, "Please don't kill me. Listen, these are tourist photos. I'm not a 'diary', I'm a tourist. On foot, do you know on foot ? Walking in the desert—”

The temporary translator seemed to understand what she said, and quickly conveyed these meanings to the leader, and then reversed what he said. "Dead." He said seriously, "Photography is not allowed, all must die.

Means to destroy the camera device.

Jennifer's heart was beating like a drum, and she could only follow the other person's words: "Die, okay, die." She really hoped that the AI ​​system could understand these words, and don't make strange actions to add fuel to the flames .

As if hearing her voice, the four cameras all descended at an excessively slow speed.

"Far away!" the translator shouted again, "Bomb, far away!"

This is to fear that the round camera is actually a bomb.

What kind of environment did they live in... Jennifer complained, but she still complied with the other party's request.

A few minutes later, with the guns on, all the camera devices landed from a high altitude onto the sand in the distance.The system was turned off—at least on the surface, the system was turned off, the blue ball no longer flashed light, and even the protruding lens was retracted, like four dead objects.

The Tuaregs exchanged a few glances again.

Then, the leading man got off the camel and roughly pointed at Jennifer's backpack with a gun.After she squatted on the ground and took out everything, he stared at the animal skin water bag for a while, muttered a few words, and his eyes softened again.

Jennifer knew how to assess the situation, and seeing that the other party believed her words, she immediately hit the snake stick and said: "Give it to you."

I didn't expect to keep any luggage.

The leader put down his gun after hearing this translation.He pulled out the outdoor knife, seemed to be satisfied with the sharpness of the blade, and immediately inserted it into his waist.Compressed biscuits, mineral water bottles, and animal skin water bags were all roughly placed on the camel's rucksack. The trekking poles and backpack were divided up by two other people. The camera was the worst. Who told it to look like a camera? thrown into the sand.

Jennifer kept watching calmly, and only asked here: "Can I leave?"

"We don't know." The translator replied according to the leader's words, but none of their weapons were put away, which didn't seem to mean "don't know".

"Then bring me to someone who knows," Jennifer said then, "Me." She pointed to herself. "Follow." He pointed to the camel again. "Home." Pointing to the distance.

The Tuaregs started talking to each other.The attitude of the third man was still very fierce, and the gun in his hand kept swinging back and forth during the conversation, as if he was going to shoot a shuttle of bullets at any time to end her life.But in the end he calmed down, looked away angrily, and patted the camel's neck.

Only then did the leader point to the camel team.

"Come here," said the interpreter.

When Jennifer got up, she felt that her legs were physically sore.

The camels in the camel team have been trained. They kneel in fear at the whistle, let humans take the things on their backs, and let strangers sit on their backs.

Without a cushion to sit on, a bare camel's back is not a wonderful experience, let alone the heavy bumps when it gets up, but it is better than losing your life no matter how uncomfortable it is.

The leader patted the leader camel, and against the dry wind of the Sahara, the whole camel team set off again.

In the sand behind me, four video cameras and a still camera lay there pitifully, waiting for their real owners.