Big Islander 2

Chapter 6 The Special Messenger

After paying the price for two barrels of gas, Tang Jide and the others continued on the road, but when they reached a fork in the road, they had to stop and wait for the results of the ugly duckling's reconnaissance.

At this moment, Daxing and his gang had already driven hundreds of miles away, and there were several jeeps ahead, and they followed along.Daxing held the steering wheel with one paw, and kept throwing small wild fruits into his mouth with the other paw, which he got from a little black boy on the side of the road in exchange for two pieces of candy, and the taste was not bad.

With a creak, the jeep in front stopped for unknown reasons. Daxing was slipping away, but the brakes were a little late, and it hit the rear of that car.

"Can you drive!" Pheasant roared in English in the car.

The car door opened, and an old black man in a suit and top hat came out: "I'm sorry, the car is out of gas—you are also going to a wedding, right? Young people just follow the trend, and even put on a masquerade. But you, a chimpanzee Unprofessional, the hair is split."

The old man had preconceived ideas. When he heard someone talking just now, he thought it was a young man who was doing something weird.Coupled with the fact that his eyes were a little bit helpless, he didn't even know the truth.He was still muttering: "You have a chimpanzee fur for some years, but unfortunately it's a female. I captured a male 40 years ago, and it's much more powerful than yours—"

Da Xing said oh twice, and answered smoothly, and then saw the old man take out a leather tube, unscrew the oil barrel on Da Xing's car, and pour oil into his jeep.

"The old man is so impolite!" the pheasant grumbled, and then saw the king patting his stomach on the cart, so he made a decision: I will eat this old man today, and I have to eat back the gas money anyway.

After getting back into the car, he followed the jeep closely.After running for several hours, it was almost noon before I saw a hillside.There are more than a dozen houses scattered on the hillside, all of which are rather primitive round grass-roofed buildings, which should be the traditional dwellings of the Zulu people.

It's just that there is a blue fence around it, and there are many policemen scattered around, showing the difference between this place and ordinary villages.

The old man seemed to be a frequent visitor, so he honked his car horn a few times, and the police opened the gate to let him through.The old man stuck his head out of the car window: "The car in the back is also—" So Daxing and the others actually mixed in, and the policeman stood by and saluted very respectfully.

There are already many people in the village, chatting in groups of three or four, or busy preparing lunch.Seeing the old man leading the big stars out of the car, especially seeing the king's stalwart figure, they were all shocked.

"Uncle Bazayo, did you bring this?" A young man in a plaid shirt jumped in front of the old man, pointing at the big stars behind him with an exaggerated expression.

The old man nodded: "They are also guests at the wedding, and they helped my car refuel on the way, don't you welcome it?"

The young man raised his arms: "I am the housekeeper here, I send out invitations myself, how could I invite a chimpanzee, a gorilla and a gaudy parrot to Uncle Jacob's wedding? It's not so absurd!" Because the plank was hidden in the head of the king's broom, he didn't see it.

The guests around burst into laughter, and the old man named Bazayo blew his beard in anger: "Boy Sonny, can't you see through your dog eyes? They are all made up. How dare you kid in front of me?" Jump around, believe it or not, I can still break your legs now!"

"Oh, my dear uncle, you are so confused—police, police, drive these beasts out quickly, and be careful not to scratch your respected guests." Sonny yelled loudly, and the policemen heard the news run over here.

At this moment, Da Xing scratched the back of his head, then took out a shiny diamond from his pocket and handed it over.The pheasant spoke next to it: "This is our gift, representing all the wild animals living in South Africa, and it is a wedding gift to Mr. Jacob. A little care is not a respect."

Although the pheasant's voice was ugly, it was the Zulu language learned from the chief, so all the people present could understand it, and they were all dumbfounded.This was the first time they encountered this situation, so it was beyond imagination and they couldn't accept it, so the court was silent for a while.

Just when everyone was at a loss, an old man with a shiny head came out and walked straight to Daxing.People along the way gave way one after another, showing his extraordinary identity.

"I have married five wives, and today is my sixth wife's wedding, but only this gift is the most meaningful. In the land of South Africa, people and animals should live on an equal footing, because we have the same right to exist. Whether black, Whether we are white people or animals, we all live equally on this land. This is exactly what Mr. Mandela has always taught us. Therefore, I accept this precious gift, thank you, and my most sincere Distinguished guest!"

A slightly vicissitudes of voice spread to everyone's ears. It is unknown who took the lead in clapping, and then everyone clapped along.Only then did people realize that Mr. Jacob Zuma in front of him was not only a member of the Zulu tribe, but also the current president of this country.

But Daxing doesn't care about your president or not. It stretched out its claws and shook hands with Zuma.Pheasant introduced from the side: "This is Colonel Vasily Daxing."

When it was the king's turn, Mr. Zuma looked up, not knowing how to greet him.On the contrary, the king stretched out his big palm, palm in front, indicating that it came in peace and had no weapons in its hands.The pheasant still introduced beside him: "This is Mr. King."

Haw—Banban parted the king's hair, revealing his little head, and the pheasant picked it up by the way: "This is little Banban, who likes sweets the most. Have you prepared any wedding candies?"

The big ones and the small ones seem to represent quite comprehensive, but the Zulu people don't have the rules of preparing wedding candies.So Zuma beckoned, and someone handed over a small jar of honey.Banban was impatient, he bit a big hole out of the jar, and then sucked the honey inside, his joyful face was full of happiness.

"What's the name of Mr. Parrot?" This parrot is obviously very intelligent, so Zuma didn't treat it as a bird, but as a human being.

This poked the sore spot of the pheasant, and after quacking for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "You can call me a pheasant? Amazon."

Zuma held back his joy, and then solemnly invited them to the table, and opened a table alone.And Zuma's brother Bazayo? Zuma took the initiative to sit over, with a proud look on his face. His old face is also full of glory for being able to invite such a special guest.

As time went by, guests continued to come, most of them were the nearby Zulu people, and of course there were some South African political figures.Among them, the unmarried girls of the Zulu tribe all showed their breasts, but their necks and waists were decorated with colorful flowers; on the contrary, those married women all covered their upper bodies.

"The Zulu king is coming--" someone yelled, and saw a group of cars driving nearby. The Zulu king named Zwelitini got off the car very boldly. Insert feathers, mighty and majestic.Behind him is a wizard with white beard and hair, holding a lute-shaped shield in one hand and a spear in the other, looking old and vigorous.

People stood up to worship and sang the praises of our Zulu king in unison.Amidst the singing, there was also the sound of majestic leather drums, and people involuntarily began to sing and dance under the leadership of the old wizard.

The battle dance of the Zulu people is very characteristic, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, full of masculinity.Accompanied by the beating of drums, the king also joined the ranks of the dancers. I saw it blowing the wind with its long arms, roaring under its feet, and finally screamed up to the sky, and the sound shook the sky.All the other dancers stopped, staring blankly at the huge orangutan.

"God of War!" the old wizard muttered, circling around the king, the drum in his hand getting more and more urgent.Along with the sound of the drum, the king swung his body rapidly, displaying his strength and fighting spirit to his heart's content.

If the king hadn't been baptized by Mr. Chief's war drum, I'm afraid it would have been dancing until it went crazy.However, after the joint treatment of Xiao Xiami and Tang Jide, its nerves became more tenacious, and it just waved the excess energy in its body to its fullest, and the passion that had been suppressed for a long time was completely released instead, so the dancing became more and more relaxed.

At last, the old wizard was exhausted, fell to the ground, and fainted, and the king stopped.

It took a long time for the Zulu king to calm down the surging blood.I have to admit that the king's dance just now made him seem to see the Zulu ancestors chasing wild beasts on this land, and they survived tenaciously.Even with the simple spears and shields in his hands, he defeated foreign colonists with long guns and short cannons.The past glory of the Zulu people brought tears to his eyes.

"Why don't we just run away—" The pheasant could see now that the crowd was relatively large, even the Zulu king had come, and his level must be much higher than that of Mr. Chief.Now one fainted and another cried, don't turn around and ask those blind guys to eat them, there's nothing to reason about.

At this time, Zuma also changed his outfit, with a circle of leopard skin around his head, and animal skins were scattered all over his body.Especially the upper body, which was covered with a complete leopard skin.In the Zulu tribe, only members of the royal family have this kind of treatment.

"The great Zulu king, this is the envoy sent by the animals on the land of South Africa. They all have incredible skills and wisdom." Although Zuma is the president, he is also very respectful in front of the Zulu king.

"Messenger, let us cheer for the messenger from the prairie!" The Zulu king raised the shield in his hand high, and cheers shook the sky from all around.

The pheasant is relieved: it's better to be a primitive tribe, people all worship nature; if they were placed in a big city, they would probably have regarded us as monsters and arrested them for research.

Seeing the king return to his seat, the Zulu king lowered his arms, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.The Zulu king shook the feathers on his head: "Next, we invite the greatest wizard of the Zulu tribe to preside over the wedding ceremony for Zuma and his wife—wizard, wake up first, wake up—"

But the wizard lost the chain at a critical moment, and the consumption was too much just now, so no matter how much the Zulu king shook, he just couldn't wake up.At this moment, Daxing leaned over on both legs, took out a small bottle from his pocket, opened it, and poured a drop of green liquid into the wizard's mouth.

Hearing a cry, the wizard leaped up to a height of more than one meter, his beard and hair all stretched out, as if possessed by a god, and flew forward on the grass three feet off the ground.

With a splash, a large group of Zulu people around fell to their knees. The great wizard is indeed a great wizard, and he has such abilities.

Da Xing scratched the back of his head in bewilderment: This small bottle was given to him by Tang Datou, and Xiao Xiami told it that it would be useful at critical moments, but it is useless to look at it now. This kind of grass flies, and Datou can see it every day playing -

(End of this chapter)