Chapter 105: Rescue

Lin Rui didn't understand what they meant by "Morani".
Until later, a black youth came. This person was wearing a dirty T-shirt, which was not the same as the red cloth robe worn by these tribesmen, but he knew a little English, and he could barely communicate with Lin Rui. According to him, Lin Rui was sent by several doctors.
"Doctor?" Lin Rui was a little startled, he was a little surprised that there was a doctor in this place.
"Yes, doctor. They often come here, bring some medicines, and treat the people for free..." The black young man nodded, seeing that he respected the doctors. And according to what he said, the doctor who sent Lin Rui was a female doctor, and the same as Lin Rui.
It took Lin Rui a lot of effort to figure out that what the black youth said was the same as skin color and hair. He couldn't help being a little stunned, saying that he found out and the person who sent him was an Asian. The Asian female doctor, Lin Rui seems to understand something, could it be the female doctor Lu Hanxin that I met in Somalia last time? He vaguely remembered that she had a foreign name named Claudia, so he tried, "Claudia?"
The young black man nodded quickly. Through some difficult English communication, Lin Rui got a general idea. He should have fainted outside the village and was rescued by Lu Hanxin's medical team. However, these MSFs seem to have another urgent task. They have not been able to stay longer and have to rush to somewhere. After they injected Lin Rui with medicines, they left some medicines and let the people in this village take care of him.
Lin Rui breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help sighing that this world is really small. The young black Allen had worked for those doctors, so he knew some English.
Lin Rui learned from him that this is a settlement of Maasai people. These African indigenous people still retain their unique traditional culture and living customs. Living in a tribal system under the management of tribal chiefs and councils of elders, he leads a nomadic life without a place to live, sticks to the task of guarding herding outside the male owner, and engages in housekeeping and housework inside the female owner. The ranch is shared by the tribe, and the livestock is privately owned and inherited according to the patrilineal line. They follow the inherent belief: everything is anim and worship the forest.
The livestock provided everything the Maasai people needed: drinking milk and cow blood, building a house with cow dung, using bones as jewelry plates, using skin as a bed, using urine to make beer, and slaughtering cows and eating meat during the grand festival. They used cow dung and dirt branches to build a narrow round thatched house called "Boma", with low doors and holes as windows.
No wonder Lin Rui felt that the room was not only small and dark, but also smelly. The open space outside the house is a place where humans and animals live together and the animals rest at night, and tall and dense branches are erected outside the house to prevent wild animals from attacking. He stood up, flexed his muscles and bones, and felt that although he had not healed, he was much better than before.
He gestured to Allen and asked him where his weapons and belongings were. Allen nodded, gave him his gun and some belongings, and looked at his AK47, gesticulating with envy, "Morani." Lin Rui asked for a long time to figure it out, they said The "Morani" refers to warriors, or warriors. . This nation admires warriors, so when 16-17-year-old teenagers are baptized by this ceremony, they can leave the tribe and become an army. They can graze cattle and sheep for 7 years, kill at least one lion, and become the rear of "Morani" You can return home and start a family. The leader of the tribe is selected from among the "Morani". So being a "warrior" is an honor.
Maasai men are holding wooden sticks and spears, and they can't leave their hands no matter whether they are grazing on the street or resting in the shade. It is said that other tribes have no such privilege. But today, these African nations no longer rely on spears to defend their livestock and territories. Many of them have been exposed to firearms, so they are very envious of Lin Rui's firearms.
Lin Rui thought for a while and gave them the ak47. This made Allen overjoyed and waved his guns with a group of children, singing and dancing.
African children are very thin, with big heads and small bodies, and they are cutely dirty. This group of children living in poverty and harsh environments are covered in dust all over, some of them are covered with scarred faces with snot, cow dung and food sticking to their faces. They attract countless bites of flies and remain indifferent. When they got the packets of biscuits given by Lin Rui, they bounced and grinned happily. For them, happiness is simple and pure.
After Lin Rui recovered a little energy, he took out the GPS locator and took a look. He is now on the edge of the rebel control zone. Going a little further east, you should be able to reach the nearest town, which is the area controlled by the government forces, which relieves Lin Rui a lot.
However, what made him discouraged was that communication was still a problem, and he still had trouble contacting Zhao Jianfei and others. Although the main communication server has been restored, it has experienced a logical bomb attack, and the technicians have obviously strengthened the prevention. His communicator sent out signals several times and was rejected because he did not have the latest identification code. It seems that I can only find a way to go back.
Just when Lin Rui felt helpless, the African branch had received his signal, but refused to connect because of the computer. The technician in charge of communications notified Danny and Zhao Jianfei of the news.
Zhao Jianfei frowned, "Has the original hardware serial number been identified?"
"It can be discerned that this is the communication device on the tactical helmet." The technician nodded and said, "It should be a helmet numbered 337."
"Lin Rui, he is still alive!" Zhao Jianfei said immediately, "Why refused to access?"
"Because of security issues. According to the latest emergency procedures, without the latest security identification code, the computer refuses to access this type." The technician said helplessly, "because we can't be sure that this person is still alive. If he is dead, then The helmet is likely to fall into the hands of the enemy, maybe this is the enemy's temptation."
"Perhaps a shit!" Zhao Jianfei shouted. "Connect the communication signal to me and operate it manually."
"I think too, but the main server has been upgraded. We don't have the authority to manually operate." The technician said helplessly, "However, I can determine his position based on the signal source."
"Give me the location!" Zhao Jianfei nodded, and turned to Danny, "Give me a helicopter, I'm going to save people."
Danny nodded and said, "I understand your feelings. If he is still alive, of course we will rescue him, but the use of the helicopter must be approved."
"Fart! I can't wait." Zhao Jianfei sternly said, "My man is trapped, I just know he must be taken out! If you can't be the master, go and call Alberta! To be happy, Will you give it or not? I will grab it if I don't give it to Laozi! Hearing that there is no pig's head, copy me the guy!" Qin Fen was unambiguous, and immediately took up the gun. Zhao Jianfei is a veteran with great ability. Relying on the power of the silver wolf, he has long been lawless, and no one can control him.
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