I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 153: Tuareg tribe

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In the morning, the peaceful Sahara desert welcomed a group of strangers.

Three Hummers galloped across this vast sand sea, raising three straight dust tracks.

"How long is it." Jiang Chen, sitting in the back row, folded his arms and said boringly.

Aisha sitting next to him is still expressionless, but from the deep bags under her eyes, it is obvious that she has a little sleep.

"Just in front! But before that, we have to visit the chiefs of nearby tribes." Roberts roared excitedly while driving the car.

"How do I feel, you get excited as soon as you get to the desert." Jiang Chen glanced at him.

"You will not understand this feeling of freedom!"

This guy is crazy.

Jiang Chen vomited in his heart, then looked out the window.

The ten other veterans who were hired as instructors were sitting on the other two hummers. Compared with the troubles here, they were much quieter.

Soon, the car drove up a small dune with hard soil.

Jian Chen saw the small low-rise earthen buildings as if suddenly open.

Primitive, ignorant, and poor.

These three words are probably Jiang Chen's first feelings.

Yellow-gray hut and courtyard covered with sand and gravel. The open and closed wooden fence made of dry branches serves as the gate of the courtyard wall. The window uses branches to support the dyed cloth, just like the 12th-century Arab town. Every family has a camel. It is said that here, a person's social status is measured by how many camels he has.

"I don't understand it, maybe you can explain it to me, does it make any sense for us to come here?" Jiang Chen said helplessly.

"Of course. Cough, from the perspective of us modern people, it may be a little difficult to understand. After all, we paid the money, bought the land from the Niger government, and took part of the money to occupy them. Compensation for pastures. From the content of the contract, the 20 hectares not far from here already belong to us, but according to the customs of the locals, our identity is still 'guest'. According to their tradition, we are here to settle down, They must be recognized. "Roberts explained.

"Is there such a troublesome statement?" Jiang Chen twitched.

"In fact, it's just a form. They have recently become more or less secular," Roberts shrugged and slowed down. "It's good to respect the traditions of the locals, at least to be at peace with them." , Do n’t worry about them coming to trouble. They will even be on our side when necessary. ”

"You say this, I don't understand, who is the owner of this land. Niger? Tuareg tribe?" Jiang Chen laughed.

"Well, you can understand that Niger is a medieval king, and this Tuareg tribe is the lord of this place." Roberts rolled his eyes and gave a less appropriate metaphor.

"If there is a conflict with them, on which side will the Niger government stand?" After hearing Roberts' explanation, Jiang Chen asked a dangerous question.

I do n’t know when it was since, and his point of view has become extreme.

After hearing Jiang Chen ’s question, Roberts smiled bitterly.

"The Niger government will be happy that we killed them, but it is impossible. The Tuareg people have footprints all over the desert, and it is rumored that their relationship with extreme forces such as al-Qaeda is a bit unusual. The Tuareg guerrillas once fought alongside Al Qaeda. "

After a pause, Jiang Chen didn't speak. Roberts was really afraid that he would do something dangerous, so he added again.

"Uh, I recommend that we better not clash with them. The folk customs here are tough. Although the poor have nothing to say, every household is basically lying down."

"Don't be nervous, I just ask." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

The cars drove into the tribe, and these aborigines cast their eyes on these vehicles curiously. For road reasons, Roberts rolled down the window and gestured to the two cars behind him, indicating that they were waiting outside the tribe.

It was n’t a big deal. It ’s not a long time to go with the local customs, and it wo n’t take long.

"The food market is over there, but I do n’t recommend you try the stuff sold there."

"Coincidentally, I don't have that interest either." Jiang Chen looked out the window. A child riding on a camel was curiously staring at him. His father veiled and took the camel away from the tribe.

Aisha glanced delicately out of the window, murmured "heresy", and then stopped speaking.

Stopping the car, led by a black-faced woman, Jiang Chen and Roberts walked towards the building in the middle of the tribe.

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The Tuareg tribe is a nomadic ethnic group mainly distributed in the surrounding areas of the Sahara Desert in Africa. It is a branch of the Berber tribe scattered in a large area in northern Africa. It is famous for its unique words, language and unique nomadic life. Nation of matriarchal society, not matriarchal society. Although they believe in Yi religion, there is no tradition that women need to be masked. On the contrary, in the Tuvarek society, only men over the age of 25 need to wear a veil.

What makes the outside world jaw-dropping is its bold marriage values. Women can have multiple partners outside the marriage, and all their belongings are the property when they divorce.

Apart from these weird customs, they are all natural warriors. There is a famous local motto-"For the Tuareg, there is no secret in the desert". In this desert, they know how to fight better than anyone. In the civil war in Mali, the Tuareg guerrillas almost defeated the government forces.

Because of their powerful fighting power, many Mediterranean dictators and warlords favor the fighting power of the Alegs. One of the most famous is Gaddafi, who has always liked to recruit Tuareg mercenaries. After the outbreak of the civil war in Libya, Gaddafi even offered an attractive reward of $ 1,000 a day to the Tuareg people to help him suppress the rebels.

Of course, no one knows whether the money has been fulfilled.

To be honest, Roberts suggested Jiang Chen at the beginning. Since the location of the mercenary base in Niger, it may be a good choice to recruit Tuareg directly. However, after some thought, Jiang Chen still rejected his proposal.

The main reason for this is the decision made in order to avoid future disturbances because of mistrust in many aspects such as its culture and beliefs. At least those refugees who fled their hometowns will not suddenly clamor to go home. No matter what you think, it is more reliable for those refugees who have fled their homes.

In this fairly spacious earthen house, Jiang Chen met the legendary chief.

"Visitors from afar, may your wealth be endless like the fine sands of the Sahara." The dark-skinned female chief nodded slightly and folded her hands together.

Perhaps because she often deals with French people, she speaks French fluently. But no matter how fluent, Jiang Chen, who had only learned English, couldn't understand it, so he stood there without saying a word, and learned what Roberts did.

"Thank you for your generosity to the land, and may your tribe prosper, and may your camels be in groups." Roberts also responded in standard French. Jiang Chen hasn't figured out whether this guy can speak several languages.

Wen Yan said, the slightly older woman chief grinned and wrinkled together.

The next ceremony was simple. The man in a scary headscarf posed in front of them with two bowls of camel milk. According to local customs, the thicker the turban and veil that the man wraps around his face, the more he can show respect for the guests.

It is said that when a male guest used to visit here, he also needed to wear a headscarf, at least his mouth must be blocked. But now it seems that they have made some concessions to foreign cultures in the process of secularization.

The female chief did n’t know whether she was chanting a mantra or a prayer. In short, she squawked for a long time, then smiled and made a gesture of invitation to the two.

Looking at the cloudy camel milk in front of him, Jiang Chen couldn't help but wonder if this thing had just been squeezed out. When I looked at Roberts again, the brow of the goods was also drawn.

"Can you really drink this thing?" Jiang Chen whispered in English.

"You can drink, you can drink, but believe me, you wo n’t want to drink the second time after drinking it for the first time." Although the expression is a bit bitter, Robusz has done a brave feat. The bowl of camel milk, slammed down with eyes closed.

Well, I can see that he should drink this thing for the second time.

Jiang Chen looked secretly stupefied.

Looking at Roberts, the smile on the female chief's face was even brighter. The more heroic the guests drink, the more they can show their respect for the owner.

However, when she saw Jiang Chen, her eyes became brighter.

Roberts ’s bowl has not been put down yet. Jiang Chen has put the empty bowl on the table with a smile.

For a while, Roberts finally finished drinking, shaking the bowl on the table. But when he saw Jiang Chen, his eyes almost burst out.

Getting out of the chief ’s house, the two received a warm farewell.

Back in the car, Roberts grunted.

"Damn it, I feel like my stomach is covered with oil." Then, Roberts looked at Jiang Chen strangely again. "Speaking of it, did you actually get that weird smell?" >

"Strange smell? Okay." Jiang Chen smiled, leaning his arms on the backrest very pretendingly.

Except for a greasy smell on his mouth, he really didn't drink a drop in his stomach, and all went to the storage space.

Speaking of this, his skills have made him more and more proficient.

After friendly interaction with their neighbors, the three Hummers were on the road again.

Finally, Jiang Chen saw the "castle" in the desert, where the future security company resided. (To be continued.)