I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

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

Three Hummers galloped across this vast expanse of sand and raised three straight trails of dust.

“How long is it.” Jiang Chen, sitting in the back, embraced his arms and bored.

Ayesha sitting next to him is still expressionless, but from the deep eyes, it is obvious that she has some sleep problems.

“It’s just ahead! But before that, we have to visit the Emir of the nearby tribe first.” Roberts shouted in excitement as he drove.

“How do I feel, you’re excited when you get to the desert.” Jiang Chen gave him a look.

“You don’t understand this freedom feeling!”

This guy is crazy.

Jiang Chen spit in her heart and then looked out the window.

The other two horses sat immediately with the ten veterans hired as instructors. Compared to the noisy side, there are many calm on the other side.

Soon, the car was opened on a hard sand dune.

As suddenly as possible, Jiang Chen caught sight of a low earthen house.

Primitive, ignorant, poor.

These three words are probably the first impression of Jiang Chen’s.

The yellow-gray huts of sandstone and courtyards, and open wooden fences formed by dead branches are used as the walls of the walls. The windows are covered with dyed fabrics with branches, like the 12th-century Arab town. Every family owns camels. It is said that the social status of a person here is based on how many camels he has.

“I don’t understand a lot. Maybe you can explain it to me. What does it mean for us to come here?” Jiang Chen said helplessly.

“Of course. Cough cough, from the perspective of us modern people, may be somewhat difficult to understand. After all, we paid the money, bought the land from the hands of the Nigerian government, and also took out part of the money as compensation for occupying their pastures. Judging from the content of the contract, 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 traditions, we are here to ‘home’ and must get their Recognition,” Roberts explained.

“Is there such a nuisance?” Jiang Chen smoked a cigarette.

“In fact, they just took a form. They have recently become more or less secular,” Roberts shrugged and slowed down. “Respecting local people’s traditions is good, at least to be safe with them. Don’t worry about them.” They are looking for trouble. If necessary, they will even be on our side.”

“You say this, I don’t understand. Who is the Master on this land? The tribe of Niger Tuareg?” Jiang Chen laughed.

“Well, you can understand that Niger was the medieval King, and this Tuareg tribe is the Landgraf of the restaurant here.” Roberts turned his eyes and gave a less relevant metaphor.

“If there was a conflict with them, where would Niger’s government stand?” After hearing Roberts’ explanation, Jiang Chen asked a very dangerous idea.

I do not know since when he began to consider the issue from the point of view becomes extremely extreme.

After hearing Jiang Chen’s question, Roberts smiled on his face.

“The Nigergovernment will be glad that we have eliminated them, but this is impossible. The Tuareg’s footprints are all over the desert, and it is rumored that their relations with extremists like Al-Qaeda are somewhat unusual. Maliriot, Tuareg The guerrillas once fought side by side with Al Qaeda.”

Suddenly, Jiang Chen did not speak. Roberts was afraid that he would do something dangerous, so he added it again.

“Hey, I recommend that we do not want to conflict with them. The folks here are humiliated, although they are poor, but each household is basically lying and putting AK.”

“Don’t be nervous, I just asked.” Jiang Chen said with a smile.

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

It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t a matter of time. It took a long time for the local customs to take a break.

“There’s a food market out there, but I don’t recommend trying what you sell there.”

“It was a coincidence that I didn’t have that interest either.” Jiang Chen looked out of the window. A child on a camel was looking at him curiously. His father was veiled and he took the camel and left the tribe.

Ayesha’s eyes nuzzled out of the window and he uttered the sentence “Foreign End.” Then he stopped purring.

Stopping the car, led by a black-faced woman, Jiang Chen and Roberts walked toward the tribal Central’s architecture.

……

The Tuareg, a nomadic nationality mainly distributed in the surrounding area of ​​the Sahara Desert in Africa, is a branch of the Berber tribe spread across the vast area of ​​northern Africa. It is famous for its unique language and unique nomadic life. The nationality of the matriarchal society, not the matriarchal society. Although I believe in teaching, there is no tradition that women need to hide. On the contrary, in the Tuvalek society, men over the age of 25 need to wear a veil.

What makes the outside world more obtrusive is its unbridled marriage values. Women can have more than one partner outside the marriage, and all their belongings are divorced.

In addition to these weird customs, they are born warriors. There is a famous saying in the local area – “To Tuareg people, there is no secret in the desert.” In this desert, they know how to fight more than anyone else. In the MaliCivil War, the Tuareg guerrillas almost defeated the government forces.

Because of its powerful fighting power, many Mediterranean Dictators and warlords are favored by the Alege. One of the most famous is Gaddafi, who has always been interested in the recruitment of the Tuareg mercenary soldier. After the outbreak of the Libya Civil War, Qaddafi even sent a lureful reward of 1,000 USD a day to the Tuareg, helping him suppress the anti-government armed forces.

Of course, no one knew whether the money was honored.

To be honest, Roberts suggested Jiang Chen in the beginning. Since Niger is the location of the mercenary base, direct recruitment of Tuareg may be a good choice. However, after some thoughts, Jiang Chen rejected his proposal.

The main reason for this is the lack of trust in many aspects such as its culture and beliefs, and the decision to avoid trouble in the future. At least those refugees fleeing their homeland will not suddenly clamor to go home. No matter how they think, all the refugees who fled their homes are more reliable.

In this fairly spacious earthen room, Jiang Chen met the legendary Emir.

“Guests from afar, may your wealth be as endless as the fine sand of the Sahara.” The dark-skinned female Emir drew slightly and his hands folded.

Perhaps because she often deals with French, she speaks a French language that is fluent. However, no matter how fluent Jiang Chen, who only studied English, couldn’t understand it, so he stood there without a word and watched Roberts learn how to do it again.

“Thank you for the generosity of the land. May your tribe thrive. May your camels flock.” Roberts also used a standard French language to express his sentiments. This guy will speak several languages, and Jiang Chen has not made it clear yet.

Hearing, the slightly older female Emir grinned and wrinkled.

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

It is said that when male guests visited here, they also needed to wear a headscarf. At the very least, they must block their mouths. But now it seems that in the process of secularization, they have made some concessions to foreign culture.

The woman Emir was wondering whether she was chanting incantations or prayers. In a word, she had been rumbling about for a long time. Then she smiled and made gestures to the two.

Looking at the muddy camel’s milk in front of the bowl, Jiang Chen could not help but wonder if it was just squeezed out. Looking at Roberts again, the eyebrows of the goods are also drawn.

“Can this really drink?” Jiang Chen whispered in English.

“You can drink it or drink it, but believe me, you won’t want to drink it for the second time the first time.” Although the expression was bitter, Robbie still made Warrior’s feat, holding the bowl of camels. Milk, with his eyes closed, his head poured down.

Well, it seems that he should drink this stuff for the second time.

Jiang Chen looked secretly.

Looking at Roberts’s appearance, the smile on the female Emir’s face was even brighter. The more you drink, the more you can reflect the guests’ respect for Master.

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

Roberts’ bowl had not been put down. Jiang Chen had already laughed and put an empty bowl on the table.

For a moment, Roberts finally finished, shaking and bowling the table. When he saw Jiang Chen’s side, the eyeballs really had to burst out.

From Emir’s house, the two were warmly welcomed.

Returning to the car, Roberts licked his mouth.

“What the hell, I feel like my stomach is covered with a layer of oil.” Then, Roberts looked at Jiang Chen strangely again. “Speaking of that, you’ve got that weird taste?”

“Strange taste? Also okay.” Jiang Chenhā hā smiled, leaning against his arm and leaning against the backrest.

In addition to the greasy smell on the mouth, he really didn’t drink it in one drop, and all went to the storage space.

Speaking of it, his skills really made him more and more skilled.

After interacting friendly with the neighbors, the three Hummers got on the road again.

Finally, Jiang Chen saw the “castle” in the desert – Future security company station.