There is no one person or even a bird on the calm hills. The view is wide, with weeds and no tree. The white clouds in the sky are lingering, and the sun is hanging high, shining on this hilly area, with a bit of peace and warmth. This is a peaceful hill, which looks like there is no dispute and is isolated from the world.

But Luo Zheng, who was leading everyone forward, suddenly raised his hand and signaled to stop moving forward. He raised his hands slightly to indicate that he was not hostile. The tiger's eyes slightly condensed, and a raised mountain bag in front of him was locked. The mountain bag was about three meters above the ground. A house was as big as a small one, and it looked quiet, but Luo Zheng keenly noticed the murderous aura behind the mountain bag.

Luo Zheng, who has been struggling on the life-and-death front for a long time, is very sensitive to this dangerous murderous aura, and the ghost hand is no exception. After whispering to remind Zhong Hai and Yu Xin not to move around, he also hung the gun around his neck, raised his hands slightly, released his kindness, looked at Shan Bao and said softly: "Brother, do you want me to go up?"

"No need for now. Let's find out their identities first. Be careful. Although this is the territory of the Basto tribe, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no Hariri people." Luo Zheng whispered, staring at the mountain bag in front, his whole body tensed, and his body squatted slightly, ready to respond at any time.

A militant man came out of the mountain bag quietly, holding a gun and trotted forward quickly, looking at Luo Zheng with a vigilant look on his face. After getting closer, his vigilant expression relaxed and he murmured with some surprise. Seeing Luo Zheng's confused expression, he realized that it was useless and he couldn't understand. He smiled awkwardly and gestured.

Luo Zheng saw that the other party looked surprised and had no hostility. He kept gestured with a somewhat anxious expression, as if he was asking him to follow him. He knew it was Basto's person, and recognized him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He gestured to the other party to lead the way. He said to the person behind him: "Everyone follow me."

The armed personnel led the way, taking out the walkie-talkie to communicate with people. After a while, more than a dozen people emerged from the mountain bag before, and looked at Luo Zheng in surprise, obviously they all recognized him. Luo Zheng had been to the Basto tribe, and it was reasonable for everyone to know Luo Zheng.

However, Luo Zheng had no impression of these people, but it didn't matter. Half of the armed personnel left behind to continue lurking, and the other half accompanied everyone forward, muttering something. Unfortunately, Luo Zheng couldn't understand a word. Instead, Yu Xin next to him accelerated a few steps and came to Luo Zheng and whispered: "They recognize you and are praising you, saying that you took everyone to win the battle."

"Can you understand their language?" Luo Zheng asked in surprise.

"Yes, but there is no way to communicate normally. Their words are too difficult to learn. I stayed here for three years and explained to them every day. The people in the medical team can basically hear some of their language." Yu Xin explained.

"So that's the case. Don't tell me the situation. Listen carefully and see what they say. Notify me immediately if something is wrong. When you are in a dangerous place, you have to keep one more move." Luo Zheng said in surprise.

"Yes, they said you are in a good mood and said you will definitely win this battle." Yu Xin agreed.

Luo Zheng responded, looked at the place where the gunshots were heard violently, and his face became solemn. After a while, a team appeared in front of him, all of whom were riding camels, holding guns in his hands, and ran over, and the armed personnel escorting everyone forward shouted excitedly.

"It was their patriarch's guard who came to pick us up." Yu Xin saw Luo Zheng look over and explained quickly.

"That's good." Luo Zheng relaxed.

After a while, the camel caravan roared and stopped in front of everyone. Someone came over to say hello and made a gesture. Unfortunately, the gesture was not professional enough and I couldn't understand it. The other party became anxious, but his eyes were filled with deep respect. Yu Xin secretly reminded him: "This group of people asked everyone to ride camels and go to the tribe."

Luo Zheng came over and signaled everyone to follow the other party to get on the camel, took the water and food handed over by these people and walked forward on the camel. Although he was not used to riding camels, he finally didn't have to walk by himself. Seeing that Luo Zheng and others were not used to riding camels, the group of people deliberately slowed down their speed a little.

After about half an hour, everyone came to the tribal gathering area last time again. Luo Zheng saw an old man coming out to greet him. The old man was pushed in a wooden wheelchair and covered with wolf skin. His face was excited and his eyes were calm. Luo Zheng had seen this old man, Barr's father Basto.

Luo Zheng jumped off the camel and came to the old man, and said politely: "Old patriarch, thank you for your greeting."

The other party waved his hand, pointed at his ear, and signaled that he could not understand. Luo Zheng was speechless. The old patriarch Basto said a few words. The welcome team began to retreat in an orderly manner. Everyone surrounded Luo Zheng and others to a large wooden house. There were some simple furniture in the wooden house, and some people came with all kinds of food.

After everyone had arranged to leave, the old patriarch said something. Perhaps it was because he realized that Luo Zheng could not understand his words and asked the people around him to push him away. Luo Zheng smiled bitterly. It was really troublesome to speak in language. He couldn't help but look at Yu Xin, and Yu Xin smiled and said, "It's okay, they respect you very much, saying that you brought them good luck and a happy life, and they are their most respected guests."

"I didn't see the medical team. It seems that it has been sent out. This is a good thing." Luo Zheng smiled, looked at the ghost hand, thought for a while, and whispered: "You take care of them here, I'll go to the front line to see."

"I'll go with you." Ghost Hand said quickly.

"I'm not at ease with them here, you can stay." Luo Zheng said seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw someone coming in, carrying hot water, clean clothes and towels. An obese middle-aged man followed in and said in a somewhat stiff international language: "Dear guest, I am a merchant who passed by the tribe. I was commissioned by the patriarch to come and say hello. If you have any needs, just say it."

"Is the front line fighting? I have to go over." Luo Zheng said quickly when he saw someone who could communicate with him.

"I will tell the clan leader your opinion immediately, but the clan leader means that you can rest here with peace of mind, eat something, and don't worry about war. When you are full and have a rest, you will talk about it." The other party said quickly.

Luo Zheng thought about it and asked the other party to leave first. The ghost hand next to him whispered: "You can understand the battle situation through satellites. You have been tired for a day and have a lot of physical energy. With your current physical condition, you are really not suitable for going to the battlefield. If you have enough food, you will not be able to avoid this skill."
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