Chapter 2665: Abyei Town

Turare, a place name that cannot be found on the Internet, is located in northern South Sudan, adjacent to the Abyei area with the most dispute with Sudan and the Union State with the most intense armed conflict. It has a high risk factor and poor road conditions. It is classified as South by the United Nations. One of the most dangerous areas in Sudan.
In recent years, the security situation in South Sudan has been deteriorating and the number of refugees has increased sharply. Humanitarian agencies urgently need to deliver food, medicine and other relief materials to solve the survival problems of tens of thousands of people in the north. There used to be a certain number of peacekeeping troops here on peacekeeping missions. However, as the situation worsened, the peacekeeping forces did not take the initiative to fire, so countries have gradually withdrawn their peacekeeping forces.
The prolonged firefight has left this region deeply traumatized. Although Abyei has fertile land and relatively abundant water resources, it is an area with almost no economy, no government water supply and power supply, no infrastructure construction, and extremely backward education and medical conditions.
The town of Abyei with a total population of 50,000 has only one main street and one market. Street houses, market shops, and restaurants are all in dilapidated tents made of wooden beams, rags, hay, and bamboo mats.
Fortunately, the local farmland is more fertile and the aquatic plants are more abundant than other places in Sudan, so there are some agriculture and animal husbandry in the area. Although hunger exists, it is not particularly serious. The locals mainly depend on eating a locally grown sorghum called Durra. People without livestock sometimes exchange Durra with those with livestock.
However, the local climatic conditions are harsh and hot. The town of Abyei is located in a piece of sand, which is ravaged by wind and sand all year round. There is a well on the main street, which supplies water for almost everyone in the town. Lin Rui and others stopped by the well to add some drinking water.
On the desolate road, the weather in Abyei is still dry and hot. At lunchtime, a group of black men from the Dinka ethnic group in their 20s sat in a tent made of wooden beams, rags and withered grass on the main street of Abyei to escape the heat.
While drinking tea or coffee, they chatted about the current situation in the area. And one of them was silent, bowed his head doing needlework. He held a white satchel in one hand, and carefully sew it with a needle and thread in the other, as if he was modifying a bag that was not an ordinary one, "He is making a bullet bag," another man sitting next to Lin Rui After speaking, he took out a full machine gun magazine and stuffed it in a pocket of the white shoulder bag.
"If we want peace, we must be ready for war," the local said. These people seem to be friendly to the Chinese.
"You are going to the oil field. It is not a safe place. It is a war zone." A black child who was a few years old proudly showed Lin Rui his only toy-a gun made of wood chips. .
Lin Rui didn't speak, he just walked to Jiang An, and several other team members were replenishing water for the team. Lin Rui patted him on the shoulder and said, "How long can we get there?"
"At this speed, there are about three hours left." Jiangan looked at the GPS locator.
Lin Rui nodded and said, "Have you contacted Ahu?"
"I have contacted before, but it seems that these few hours have been interrupted. It may be a signal problem, don't worry, there are so many of them, nothing will happen." Jiang An said in a low voice, "It's our team. It’s not a wise thing to pass through the war zone during the day."
"It will be more dangerous at night." Lin Rui shook his head. "Moreover, the meeting time we agreed with Ahu is in the afternoon. I don't want to delay it too long. Tell the brothers that after filling up the water, start acting immediately. Don't stay longer in the town, we have to focus on the task."
"Understand." Jiang An nodded.
While speaking, there was a sudden chaos in the distance. Several armed trucks full of black armed men roared in, and the civilians in the town avoided. The militants on the convoy seemed to have noticed the vehicles of Lin Rui and others. They stopped the car, rebuked several townspeople in the local dialect, and even raised weapons and beat them.
Lin Rui did not understand what they were talking about, but Yelena understood a few words. She whispered in Lin Rui's ear, "The people in the town where they are blamed and blamed allow us to supply supplies here. The tall black man in front It seems to be the boss."
"Humph." Crazy Horse couldn't help but want to stand up, but was held down by Lin Rui.
"Sit down, don't cause trouble." Lin Rui whispered, "The situation here is very complicated. Those black people should be members of a certain armed faction. Try to avoid conflicts with them."
Crazy Horse sat down angrily. The black militants saw that Lin Rui and the others did not respond, and became more courageous. A few people clustered around the black people in the lead and strode over, yelling in unskilled English. One of the militants kicked over the bucket on the ground.
Sergey, who is pouring water into the bucket, is not a good crop. This Russian was born on the street, and street gangsters also have the creed of street gangsters, that is, they never admit counsel. Seeing that the black man dared to play sideways to himself, Sergey immediately turned around, threw a bucket in his hand to the ground, and took the opportunity to pull out the combat knife from his waist.
His sword is the Phoenix II from Kizlyar, Russia, and the Phoenix 2 combat knife is a special combat knife for the Russian special forces. The dark blade, only the blade part is a bright thin line. It looks nothing strange, but you really have to use it before you know the sharpness of this tool.
The black militants were a little surprised to see Sergey showing the knife, but they were crowded. Nor is it afraid of these outsiders.
The headed black man wore a camouflage uniform and was tall. But his forehead, extending to the back of his ear, had six identical scars, which looked like scars cut with a knife. It makes him look full of violence and danger.
"That black man is also from the Dinka ethnic group. They are one of the tallest people in the world, with an average height of more than six feet, which is more than 1.8 meters." Jiang An whispered into Lin Rui's ear, "seeing him Are there scars on the forehead? The shape of the scars indicates different tribes, as well as loyalty to the tribe and adulthood. Do we need to help the Russians?"
Lin Rui did not speak, but shook his head, indicating that Sergey could solve it by himself.
The black man took a few steps and looked at Sergey who stopped to fetch water and drew his combat knife. With a look of disdain, Sergey lowered his head to play with the knife in his hand, and there were several other buckets on the ground. The black man looked like he was going to the bottom, he strode forward, lifted his foot and kicked to the other buckets beside Sergey.
Lin Rui turned his head helplessly. He knew that Sergey hadn't done anything yet, it was all because he hadn't given an order. But it doesn't mean that this irritable Russian will endure the black man to continue to push his nose on his face.