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Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter [-] Visiting the Local Tribe

In any case, the bandits dare not imagine the feeling of being chased by a huge c-130 at low altitude. Amidst the deafening roar, the propeller of the plane blew up a huge wind stronger than a sandstorm, and stones the size of fists flew all over the sky, hitting the horses. There was a blood hole in the body. The fleeing bandits were beaten dizzy by the violent storm. Horses were hit by stones and fell to the ground neighing. Seeing that the number of bandits was getting smaller and smaller, all those who were left behind all died. He was caught, and when Ma Geli ran to the oasis at the foot of the mountain, he looked back and saw only a dozen war horses following behind.

Ma Geli cast a venomous glance at the soldiers who were still chasing after him, whistled at the remaining dozen or so of his men, and fled along the southwest valley.

Standing on the hillside, Wang Sen looked at the valley below which was shaded by green trees and a small river gurgling through in the middle. He couldn't help sighing that there is such a beautiful oasis in this desolate desert. This is simply a gift from the Creator!

"Don't chase." Wang Sen stopped the soldiers who were still running forward, "Peng Wei, prepare some gifts, let's visit the tribe in the oasis."

Long Shicai was also with him as an interpreter. His buttocks were still burning and he was limping when he walked. Wang Sen made an exception and let him ride a captured war horse. The still proud maroon war horse snorted and refused Long Shicai's ride. In desperation, Long Shicai had no choice but to pick a donkey and jump on it. Peng Wei's eyes turned red with envy.

"I have a little donkey, and I never ride it..." Long Shicai sat on the donkey's back triumphantly and sang a song. He untied the water bag from his back and took a sip.

Peng Wei's throat was about to catch fire, and he wanted to ask Long Shicai for some water, but seeing his despicable appearance, he couldn't get angry, so he had to lick his lips to moisten them, wait a minute, it's here There is water to drink at the foot of the mountain.

In Wang Sen's view, this small valley oasis is a good place for him to settle down: there are water sources, trees, and more importantly, surrounded by mountains. It is usually difficult to find this secret, and the front is the valley. Once they entered, two tribal militiamen wearing hexagonal hats and armed with AK-47 blocked their way.

"%&*&^%&^*..." One of the soldiers came up and spoke a string of Pashto that Wang Sen couldn't understand at all. Wang Sen was riding on the donkey and looking towards the sky Long Shicai let out a loud voice, and Long Shicai immediately jumped off the donkey, and happily came to talk with the two soldiers.

Unexpectedly, before chatting for a few words, the two soldiers immediately raised their guns and aimed at Long Shicai's head, and ordered him to retreat with very stern words. Yes, Wang Sen frowned, and called Long Shicai back. ,

"What did you say to them?" Wang Sen asked, Long Shicai smiled awkwardly, "I said that we came after the bandits and went to search their tribe..."

"You're out of your mind, aren't you?" Wang Sen patted him. Facing these brave tribal militiamen, Wang Sen always adhered to the view that "one more thing is worse than one less thing" in his heart, and he tried not to mess with them. Local snakes, if they get angry and dozens of blood-related tribes unite, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold here.

But things changed beyond Wang Sen's expectations. The two tribal militiamen took out a special whistle from their pockets and blew it, making a piercing hissing sound. After a while, a large number of adult men walked out of the oasis. Carrying rifles, machine guns and even bazookas in their hands and shoulders, they surrounded Wang Sen and the others intentionally or unintentionally with sullen faces.

Wang Sen looked back at the more than 100 men he brought with him. When they chased the bandits just now, their physical strength was basically exhausted. Now everyone is a little tired. If he declares war on the tribal militia at this time, he will still There is a certainty of winning, but these Pashtuns have always been known for their toughness, if you offend them... Thinking of this, Wang Sen dragged Long Shicai, and whispered a few words in his ear, He also called a few soldiers to give Long Shicai the weapons in their hands.

The tribal militiamen looked warily at Long Shicai, who was walking step by step with a gun on his back, with their fingers on the trigger. As long as Long Shicai's hand dared to get close to the trigger, they would shoot immediately.

"I'm here for peace!" Long Shicai raised his hands high, walked in front of them, put two brand new m4a1s and an rpd machine gun on his back on the ground, and greeted them The tribal militiamen immediately understood the gesture, and it turned out that he wanted to give these to us.

The militiamen breathed a sigh of relief. They originally thought that these yellow-skinned militants were their enemies. Judging from various performances, they did not have any malicious intentions, but they are not good at surviving in their own country. Why did they come to us? Woolen cloth?

Wang Sen stepped forward, took out the pistol, unloaded the magazine and put it on the ground, and smiled at a bearded middle-aged man who was the leader. 47. With a machete about [-] centimeters around his waist, he also waved at Wang Sen.

The misunderstanding was finally resolved, and everyone present was relieved. The bearded man walked up to Wang Sen, picked up the USP pistol on the ground, filled the magazines and returned it to Wang Sen, and extended his hand to him as an invitation gesture. Wang Sen was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing. It seems that they want to invite me in for a talk.

"I want to go too!" The lively and active Peng Wei hurriedly chased after him, shouting loudly, Wang Sen patted him on the shoulder, "You stay here to command the troops, if I return in half an hour If you don't come out, you will lead someone to come in, do you hear me!"

"Boss, be careful!" Peng Wei quietly handed Wang Sen a long-handled grenade. Wang Sen smiled, stuffed the grenade into his pocket, and followed the bearded man into the tribe.

"The whole army has entered the first level of combat readiness, waiting for my order!" Peng Wei shouted, stretching his neck. He ran to Long Shicai's donkey, unscrewed the leather water bag and took a gulp. When it comes out, what kind of smell is it? It's all rotten!

Sitting in the tent, Wang Sen stared intently at the old man with a beard and wide-rimmed glasses opposite him. This old man was also staring at him with sharp eyes. The two sides looked at each other for a long time, and finally The old man sighed, and pushed the dried fruit bowl in front of Wang Sen, "Young man, try our dates!"

"Thank you." With the help of Long Shicai, Wang Sen could clearly understand every word they said. Sometimes Wang Sen thought that mastering multiple foreign languages ​​was not a bad thing.

"Bless you Hu, I don't know why you came to our country. Are you also heretics who came to kill our people and rob our resources?" The old man took off his glasses and wiped them carefully with a small piece of sheepskin. asked.

"I never thought of killing anyone in the past." Wang Sen said with a smile, "I admit that I am a pagan, and I believe in Eastern Confucianism, but this cannot be an obstacle between us, because we are all peace-loving , In other words, the same world, the same dream, just different ideas.”

The old man put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, took out a walnut from the fruit bowl, and pressed hard with his thumb and forefinger. With a click, he easily pinched the hard walnut in half, exposing the pulp inside. The old man threw the walnut shell on the On the table, a calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "We believe that Hu Da is our life guide, a bright light in the dark night sky, and everything we do is completed under the guidance of the almighty Hu Da Yes, we didn't threaten anyone, and we never thought of killing anyone, but why did those damned invaders invade our poor and desolate country? Is it just for the few terrorists they say? "

"Everyone is kind. There are only a small group of evil conspirators and greedy capitalists who are willing to kill people and set fires for their own benefit. I think they will be punished as they should be." Wang Sen said confidently, the facts are So, whether it is the coalition forces or all kinds of mercenaries, they are kind in themselves, but they are instigated by bad people to do bad things, so those gangs of high-ranking people are the real criminals.And we are just tools.

"I appreciate your thinking." The old man stood up as he said, stretched out his broad and thick palms, and shook Wang Sen's hand tightly, "Abdul Samir welcomes you to the poor Badghis .”

"Wang Sen, I wish you good health." Wang Sen suddenly wanted to give himself a longer name, so at least it would not be a disadvantage.

The bleating of the sheep came from outside the tent. Long Shicai looked up and saw a few capable young men catching the sheep. He was overjoyed. Haha, it seems that the hospitable tribe is going to hold a feast for them again. up.

Old man Samir took out a sharp machete about fifteen centimeters from his underwear and handed it to Wang Sen. Wang Sen took it respectfully and took a look in his hand. The knife was made of Damascus steel. There are three blood-red gemstones inlaid on the handle of the knife, which are precious items at first glance. Facing such a heavy gift from others, Wang Sen felt a little uneasy. He took out the USP pistol, held it with both hands and handed it to the old man Samir. When the old man saw the gun, his gray beard trembled twice, let out a haha ​​laugh, and hurriedly took it, unloaded the magazine skillfully, pulled the holster, The gun lock made a crisp sound. He patted his thigh and grinned from ear to ear. He put the gun away in his belt and made a silent gesture to Wang Sen. Wang Sen didn't know why, but the old man had already knelt on the ground, body Crouching low, muttering words.