The early morning of the mountains is the most beautiful. Because it is close to the sea, it may be affected by some monsoon. Today, the fog is not that heavy. However, the tropical forests surrounded by mist are green and there are only insects and birds everywhere, and there is no danger of this island mentioned in the Philippines travel guide.

Danger always comes from people.

Sometimes Buck has this feeling. Can you live a better life if you are stupid or stupid? The mountain people in the northern mountainous areas have turned to the government early, never thought of independence or even political demands. Now they have become tourist areas, enjoying their own tribal life, and having a period of time with Wu Mengxi there was really comfortable, or they also pretended not to understand the high-pressure situation similar to white terror in the city of the capital. They can also live through the superficial peace, but this is how people's hearts are. The more they see, the more ideas they have. Once the eternal devil of interests linger in their hearts, the chaos will be stormed, and sometimes they are not transferred by human will.

Now he took his two servants and sat on a high-footed wooden building in a forest, which was far less exquisite than the tree house in the mountains. It was obviously a temporary residence, with people everywhere.

Half an hour ago, they were taken up, and there was a moment of tension, but after the wounded were awakened by injection of morphine and explained, Buck and the others naturally became distinguished guests. Now they sat next to them to observe the heads of the Sulu tribe gathered together for a meeting.

It's still very primitive, this is what Barker commented on.

Almost all men have tattoos on their faces, and their level is similar to those on Buck's body. This is not unusual. Many people have this tradition on the South Pacific Islands. The hair is very long and scattered behind their heads. The gray-white clothes they wear should be hand-woven by themselves. Almost everyone wears the clothes like monk's gowns, tied with belts around their waists, and a few people have embroidered collars. They look just handmade by their women. They are not high-end products. Most people are barefoot, but there is a long knife on their waists without exception. To be precise, A Nu once used a weird long knife with a serpentine bend, but those men standing on the outside have long spears on their backs, ak, m1, m16, and even g3, fal rifles. Buck wanted to ask curiously, the ammunition of these several types of guns is different. How can these people ensure a complete supply of ammunition?

Of course, this is not suitable for asking this question at this time, because the whole situation seems to be a hot pot with red burning red. Not to mention a drop of water in the oil pot, anything that falls into it may burn. Vijay can understand some of the local dialect here and whisper: "They are arguing very much. Should they move to the place to avoid the mayor, or just fight to the death."

Ah Nu carried two rifles on his back, sat beside Buck, lowered his head and looked at his toes without saying a word. Since he woke up, he was basically in this state of wandering. In fact, it is one of the sequelae. He had to fight constantly until he could control his excitement and excitement so that he could be like Buck and the others. But the consequence was that even his normal joy, happiness and even impulse could be controlled by himself, which was quite boring.

For the nations that are used to carrying guns, Buck and the others will certainly not be restricted. Now Buck is sitting next to him with two pistols on his waist and hangs the extra submachine guns to Vijay. The boy feels it is a kind of trust and is even more enthusiastic: "The patriarch sitting on it said that they have been hiding for forty years and are constantly giving in. Especially now, the mayor's family has been in power for more than 20 years, and has been hiding from the city of the prefecture to the mountains. From hundreds of thousands a hundred years ago to more than 10,000 now, they still have to continue to hide... The young people are even more angry..."

The angry faces of the young warriors standing outside, and the expressions that dared not speak out without translation, Buck understood, but he looked at the clan leader twice more. It seemed that this old boy was also a good mobilizer for pre-war mobilization.

But the real problem is also obvious. Speaking of tens of thousands of people, only a thousand men can fight if they remove women, children, old and weak. They are also scattered in more than a dozen camps like communes in the surrounding mountains. This scale is indeed impossible to retreat. Looking at the weapons in your hands, these elite guards are all kinds of. Others can imagine that these thousands of people will definitely be beaten by Tiehawk and the Self-Defense Forces when they attack Busanga Island.

Buck squinted his eyes and laughed in a mess, and suddenly Vijay pushed his hand: "Master! Mr. Master! The patriarch is asking you!"

Buck returned to his eyes: "Hmm?"

The patriarch with a long tone with a pleated face and tattooed face can also speak English: "Customers from afar...what do you have any suggestions?" I don't know if it was a cunning person, or if Buck had just squinted his eyes and showed a shameless smirk on his face.

Buck blinked his eyes: "Suggestions? I don't have any suggestions. I just wanted to ask if there is any way to get to the Prayer Group. I want to go over and see and contact them."

The patriarch pointed at himself: "Oh, I thought you were interested in our most beautiful flowers..." There were a few girls sitting here. They had just come in to bring the spring water to Buck and the others. Now they have been sitting on the ground and looking at Buck and the others curiously. Buck felt that one of his two followers was too low-key and the other was too excited. Maybe they were all related to this, but he just smiled foolishly and seemed to be really towards this side, and quickly wiped his mouth to see if he had any saliva: "No... I'm just thinking about something."

The old patriarch pointed to himself on the other side: "Brother Fran said that you were very professional in shooting and killing people in Sinhala. It seems that your followers are also very brave. I hope you give us some advice. As long as we can help, we will definitely repay you! We are also familiar with the area of ​​the activity..." This is the wounded man, who looks like a sage, otherwise he would not have sat in the straw hut before, but no matter how he said that, the old man turned to the girl on the other side to signal for a reward? Is it true that people are keen on this? Can they see that Buck is lustful and greedy?

By the way, these girls are so ugly that they are compared to Zhou Xiaoli. The manager and girls are all in vain. They can only say that they are smart with a little wild breath. They are all clever with Buck's eyes. They don't have this appetite. But it would be great if they can really contact the prayer group, so Buck touched his chin: "So how many people can this mayor mobilize?"

A stout head man next to him responded: "There are more than 500 suicide squads, hundreds of policemen, and their equipment is better than ours, but they will definitely apply for government troops to attack us together, and then there will be thousands of people and planes and cannons!"

Oh, it sounds so scary, but the Afghan guerrillas are fighting so well against the cutting-edge US bombers and tank armored forces.

The key is that people can play a role in such a battle!
Chapter completed!