Chapter 153 Tuareg Tribe

In the early morning, the peaceful Sahara desert welcomed a group of strange guests. (Fei Fei App .ffapk. )

Three Hummers galloped across this vast expanse of sand, raising three straight dust trails.

"How much longer." Jiang Chen, who was sitting in the back row, folded his arms and said boredly.

Aisha, who was sitting next to him, was still expressionless, but judging from the deep bags under her eyes, it was obvious that she lacked sleep.

"Just ahead! But before that, we have to visit the chief of the nearby tribe." Roberts roared excitedly while driving.

"How do I feel, you get excited when you arrive in the desert." Jiang Chen glanced at him and said.

"This feeling of freedom, you won't understand!"

This guy is crazy.

Jiang Chen complained in his heart, then looked out the window.

The other two Hummers sat on the ten veterans who were hired as instructors. Compared with the commotion here, it was much quieter there.

Soon, the car drove on a small sand dune with relatively hard soil.

As if suddenly enlightened, Jiang Chen saw the low and small earthen houses.

Primitive, ignorant, poor.

These three words are probably Jiang Chen's first feelings.

The yellow-gray huts and courtyards are stacked with sand and stones, the open-close wooden fences made of dead branches serve as the gates of the courtyard walls, and the windows are supported by branches with dyed cloth, just like an Arabian town in the 12th century. Every household has a camel. It is said here that a person's social status is measured according to how many camels he has.

"I don't understand, maybe you can explain to me, what's the point of us coming here?" Jiang Chen said helplessly.

"Of course there is. Ahem, from the point of view of us modern people, it may be difficult to understand. After all, we paid money to buy land from the Niger government, and also took out part of the money as compensation for occupying their pastures. . From the content of the contract,

The 20 hectares of land not far from here already belong to us, but according to the customs of the local people, our identity is still "guests". according to their traditions. We are here to 'make home' and must have their approval. ' Roberts explained.

"Is there such a troublesome argument?" Jiang Chen's mouth twitched.

"It's just a formality, they've been more or less secular lately," Roberts shrugged. Slowing down, "it's good to respect the traditions of the local people, at least to be at peace with them and not have to worry about them coming to trouble. When necessary, they will even stand by our side."

"You said that. I don't understand. Who is the master of this land. Niger? Tuareg tribe?" Jiang Chen laughed.

"Well, you can understand that Niger is the king of the Middle Ages, and this Tuareg tribe is the lord of the food town." Roberts rolled his eyes and gave an inappropriate analogy.

"If there is a conflict with them, which side will the Niger government stand on?" After hearing Roberts' explanation, Jiang Chen asked a very dangerous question.

I don't know since when, his angle of thinking about the problem has become extreme.

After hearing Jiang Chen's question, Roberts had a wry smile on his face.

"The government of Niger would be happy that we killed them, but that's impossible. The Tuareg people have their footprints all over the desert. And rumor has it that they have an unusual relationship with extremist forces such as al Qaeda. During the riots in Mali, Tuareg Guerrilla guerrillas fought alongside al-Qaeda.”

After a pause, he saw that Jiang Chen did not speak. Roberts was really afraid that he would do something dangerous, so he added.

"Uh, I recommend that we better not have a conflict with them. The folk customs here are sturdy. Although there is nothing to say about the poor, every household basically lays down to ac."

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

The car drove into the tribe, and these aborigines cast curious glances at these vehicles. for road reasons. Roberts rolled down the car window and gestured to the two cars behind him to wait outside the tribe.

It wasn't a big deal at first, it was something to go through with the local customs. It won't take long to end.

"There's a food market there, but I don't recommend trying the stuff there."

"It's a coincidence, I don't have that interest either." Jiang Chen looked out the window, a child on a camel was looking at him curiously, his father was veiled, and left the tribe with a camel.

Aisha glanced out the window subtly. Muttered "Here", and then stopped talking.

Stopping the car, Jiang Chen and Roberts walked towards the building in the center of the tribe, led by a black-faced woman

The Tuareg people are a group of nomads mainly distributed in the surrounding areas of the Sahara Desert in Africa. They are a branch of the Berber tribes scattered in the vast areas of northern Africa. It is famous for its characters, languages ​​and unique nomadic life that are completely different from those of the surrounding ethnic groups. A nation in a matriarchal society, not a matriarchal society. Although I believe in Islam, there is no tradition that women need to cover their faces. In contrast, in Tuwarek society, men who are 25 years old and above are required to wear the veil.

What makes the outside world even more astonished is its bold and unrestrained marital values. Women can have multiple partners outside of marriage, and all the property will belong to them when divorced.

Aside from these bizarre customs, they were born warriors. There is a famous local adage "To the Tuareg, the desert has no secrets". In this desert, they know how to fight better than anyone. In the civil war in Mali, the Tuareg guerrillas almost defeated the government forces.

It is precisely because of its strong combat effectiveness that many dictators and warlords in the Mediterranean have favored the combat effectiveness of the Areg people. One of the most famous is Gaddafi, who has always liked to recruit Tuareg mercenaries. After the Libyan civil war broke out, Gaddafi even offered Tuaregs an attractive $1,000 a day to help him suppress the rebels.

Of course, no one knows whether the money has been cashed out.

To be honest, at the beginning, Roberts suggested Jiang Chen, since Niger is the location of the mercenary base, it might be a good choice to recruit Tuareg directly. However, after some deliberation, Jiang Chen still rejected his proposal.

The main reason for this is the decision made to avoid chaos in the future due to distrust in many aspects such as their culture and beliefs. At least those refugees who have fled their hometowns are not suddenly clamoring to go home. No matter how you think about it, those refugees who have fled their homes are more reliable.

In this rather spacious earthen house, Jiang Chen met the legendary chief.

"Visitors from afar, may your wealth be as endless as the fine sand of the Sahara." The dark-skinned female chief nodded slightly and clasped her hands together.

Perhaps because she often interacts with French people, she is fluent in French. However, no matter how fluent, Jiang Chen, who had only learned English, couldn't understand it, so he simply stood there without saying a word, watching what Roberts did and learning again.

"Thank you for your generosity to the land, may your tribe prosper, and may your camels be herds." Roberts returned the salute in standard French. How many languages ​​does this guy speak? Jiang Chen still hasn't figured it out.

Hearing this, the slightly old female chief grinned, her wrinkles huddled together.

The following ceremony was very simple. A man wrapped in a scary turban held two bowls of camel milk and placed it in front of the two of them. According to local customs, the thicker the headscarf and veil a man wraps around his face, the more respect he shows his guests.

It is said that when male guests visit here, they also need to wear a headscarf, at least to cover their mouths. But now it seems that they have made some concessions to foreign cultures in the process of secularization.

The female chief didn't know whether she was chanting a spell or a prayer. In short, she chatted for a long time, and then smiled and gestured to the two of them.

Looking at the turbid bowl of camel milk in front of him, Jiang Chen couldn't help but wonder if it had just been squeezed out. Looking at Roberts again, the corner of the guy's brows twitched.

"Is this thing really drinkable?" Jiang Chen whispered in English.

"You can drink it, you can drink it, but trust me, you won't want to drink it the second time after drinking it for the first time." Although his expression was a bit bitter, Robzi still performed the feat of a warrior, holding the bowl of camel Milk, closed his eyes, raised his head and poured it down.

Well, it can be seen that he should drink this stuff for the second time.

Jiang Chen looked at it secretly, speechless.

Looking at Roberts' appearance, the smile on the female chief's face became even brighter. The more heroic the guests drink, the more they can reflect the respect of the guests to the host.

However, when she saw Jiang Chen, her eyes brightened.

Before Roberts' bowl was put down, Jiang Chen had already put the empty bowl on the table with a smile.

After a while, Roberts finally finished drinking, shaking the bowl and slapped the bowl on the table. But when he saw Jiang Chen's side, his eyes almost protruded.

Coming out of the chief's house, the two were greeted warmly.

Back in the car, Roberts snorted and wiped his mouth.

"Damn it, I feel like my stomach is getting greasy." After speaking, Roberts gave Jiang Chen another weird look, "Speaking of which, you can actually stand that weird smell?"

"Strange smell? It's alright." Jiang Chen laughed, leaning his arms on the backrest with a pretentiousness.

Except for the greasy fishy smell on his mouth, he really didn't drink a drop in his stomach, and sent it all to the storage space.

Speaking of which, his skills have become more and more skilled.

After a friendly interaction with neighbors, the three Humvees were on the road again.

Finally, Jiang Chen saw the "castle" in the desert where the future security company was stationed. (To be continued.)

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