Chapter 8

In fact, Gao Yang had been worried all along. On the African continent, in this remote corner, the most likely people to appear would naturally be black, and they would be the dangerous kind.

Recalling the shootout he encountered when he first arrived three years ago, Gao Yang felt that the most probable scenario was that he would run into a group of unknown armed militants or poachers. However, Gao Yang would not be satisfied until he had a clear understanding, so he decided that if the people he encountered were ordinary civilians who did not seem threatening, he would reveal himself and ask for help. If they looked dangerous, he would quietly leave.

Gao Yang had been hoping to meet people from the civilized world, but now that signs of civilization had appeared, he began to feel uneasy. After hearing the chief describe how the unknown people had brutally killed, Gao Yang only prayed that he would meet truly civilized people, not those who held the products of civilization but behaved worse than beasts.

After running for about three to four hours, Gao Yang was gradually running out of strength. At his current speed, he could only say he was walking slowly. Kusto, who had been running in front of him, suddenly stopped and ran back to Gao Yang.

"White child, there are many people there, and some strange things."

Kusto was very excited because he had discovered a convoy, and Gao Yang was even more excited after hearing Kusto's words.

Gao Yang ran a few steps forward and soon saw four vehicles parked about four to five hundred meters away. Three of them were off-road vehicles, and one was a medium-sized truck. Behind the vehicles, there seemed to be a few large tents, but Gao Yang did not see anyone.

After a quick look, Gao Yang decided to go closer to check. He pulled Kusto down and squatted, then said seriously, "Listen, Kusto, if you hear gunshots, which are very loud, or if you hear me tell you to run, run back and take Kumtom home with Bali and the others. If you hear me call your name, come to me. Do you understand?"

"I understand. If I hear gunshots or if I hear you tell me to run, I will save you. If you die, I will run."

Kusto was from a primitive tribe, but that did not mean he was stupid.

Gao Yang patted Kusto's shoulder, picked up his bow and arrow, and slowly approached the convoy, crouching low.

As he got closer, at about two hundred meters away, Gao Yang saw people moving between the vehicles, but he could not see their attire clearly.

Gao Yang changed direction and circled around. When the vehicles no longer blocked his view, he saw a campsite with five large tents. In the center of the camp, a sunshade was set up, and under it were two large tables. About fifteen to sixteen black people were gathered in a circle under the sunshade.

The attire of these people made Gao Yang feel a bit more relaxed. Although two of them were wearing camouflage, most were in ordinary clothes, and Gao Yang only saw two people with guns. Although he could not see clearly, he thought one was the AK-47 series, the most common in Africa, and the other was likely a double-barreled shotgun.

His luck was too good. Gao Yang felt these people were not an army or poachers. He thought he could approach. Just then, the group suddenly dispersed, and what Gao Yang saw after they dispersed made him extremely happy.

Four white people were sitting under the sunshade, and one of them was fiddling with a large camera. Seeing this scene, Gao Yang was completely at ease.

"Hello, help me, I need help!"

Gao Yang shouted and ran out from the hiding place in the grass. He ran towards the white people, not blaming himself for being excited, not only because the chief and Bali could be saved, but also because he finally had a chance to go home.

Seeing Gao Yang shouting and running out, the white people under the sunshade and the black people who had just dispersed were all startled. A few black people with guns immediately aimed at Gao Yang. At this moment, Gao Yang realized that there were not just two people with guns, but five.

Gao Yang was already very close to the white people, but when he saw the gun barrels pointed at him, he stopped, raised his hands, and at this moment, he heard someone exclaim.

"Don't shoot, put down your guns, don't shoot, look at what he wants to do, damn it, put down your guns, you'll scare him, everyone back off, don't scare him, Daniel, did you get it on camera?"

Seeing the gun barrels lower and the black people slowly retreat, with only a few white people smiling at him, Gao Yang ran to the white man who was speaking. Just as he said "hello," he heard a woman exclaim, "Oh my God, what am I seeing, he's wearing boots!"

"Don't talk, don't make a fuss, don't scare him, don't provoke his hostility, oh my God, are you all stupid?"

At this moment, Gao Yang realized he had made a mistake. He had been speaking the language of the Akuri tribe for three years, so when he ran out, he shouted in a language that only the Akuri tribe could fully understand.

"Hello, sir, please help me..."

Before he could finish, Gao Yang stopped again because this time he spoke in Chinese.

After lightly slapping his own mouth, the overly excited Gao Yang was about to switch to English when he saw the white man in front of him, an old man with gray hair, also lightly slap his own mouth and then smile and say, "Do as he does, this should be a gesture of goodwill."

There were several crisp slaps as everyone in front of Gao Yang slapped their own mouths, and two of them were quite loud.

Gao Yang could not help but smile bitterly. He finally said in English what he had been wanting to say, "Hello, sir, I'm very glad to see you. I need help now. We have someone who is about to die. Please help us."

Although he had not spoken English for years, Gao Yang's English was clear and correct. The old man standing opposite him, who had been smiling, opened his mouth wide and stared at him with wide eyes, his lips trembling as he said, "Oh my God, who can tell me what's happening?"

Three years ago, when Gao Yang came to Africa, it was the rainy season, so he was wearing quick-dry shirts and pants. These clothes dried quickly when wet and were cool, but they were also thin and not very durable. Gao Yang's clothes had been torn into rags from crawling and rolling on the grassland, but the pair of Danner military boots he wore had remained intact after three years of hardship.

So, Gao Yang was now wearing a pair of six-inch military boots, with a belt of grass around his waist, and his body was covered in geometric patterns made with white clay and red clay. After three years of sun exposure, his skin was dark and shiny, and his hair, which he had recently cut with a knife, was short and uneven. Apart from his skin being a bit brown while the Akuri tribe's people were pure black, Gao Yang's appearance was almost indistinguishable from the others in the Akuri tribe, except for the boots on his feet.

Therefore, when a person from a primitive tribe sought help in fluent English, it was not surprising that it caused a stir.

The old man in front of Gao Yang seemed to be scared out of his wits. Apart from an exclamation, he did not react for a long time, just staring at Gao Yang up and down. At this moment, a young woman walked up from behind the old man and stood in front of Gao Yang.

"Professor, it's clear he's asking for help. We can talk about other things later, but we need to find out what kind of help he needs first."

The old man, called Professor, seemed to wake up from a dream. After giving Gao Yang an apologetic smile, he said urgently, "I'm sorry, I got a bit excited. Ah, let's talk about the important things first. Please tell me what happened."

"Someone in our tribe is injured. A man's neck was bitten by a leopard, with two wounds about half an inch deep. The major arteries were not damaged, but I think some small blood vessels were ruptured. The situation is not good. He needs surgery and a blood transfusion. Another person was scratched by the leopard, so we also need antibiotics. Sir, he has been injured for three to four hours, and time is running out. Please help us, sir."

"Where are the injured?"

Gao Yang pointed in the direction he came from, "It's about twenty kilometers away, I'm not sure, I ran for three to four hours to get here."

The old man immediately turned and shouted, "You all heard that. Ivan, take your first aid kit. Do we have anything for a blood transfusion? If so, take it too. Daniel, take the small camera. Let's go by car, and we need to be quick."

At this moment, the woman standing in front of Gao Yang said urgently, "Professor, I'm going too, and we need to take at least two armed guards. It's not safe here."

After saying that, the woman smiled at Gao Yang and said apologetically, "I'm sorry we need to bring guns. Please understand that this is not directed at you and your tribe. This is Africa, and there are many dangerous animals. We need the protection of guns."

Gao Yang nodded and said sincerely to the two people in front of him, "It's fine, I understand. Thank you for your willingness to help. Thank you."

"Let's go first. We can talk later. Gentlemen, please hurry. We'll leave as soon as we're ready."

After saying that, the old man hurriedly started packing things. The group quickly loaded the necessary items onto two off-road vehicles. A few minutes later, when everything was ready, the old man waved to Gao Yang, "Get in the car, you lead the way. Let's go."

There were seven people in total, four white people, and three black people. They drove two off-road vehicles, following Gao Yang's directions back to where he came from. When the cars left the campsite, Gao Yang stopped the car and called out Kusto, who also got into the car. The two vehicles then sped off again.

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