You must know that most of Melka is an organization formed by the poor people of Somalia and the previous disabled troops, so relatively speaking, they are relatively poor. If they have money, they all buy bullets and weapons, and they still have the mood to buy them.

Military uniforms? So most of these guards are wearing ordinary Somali clothes.

Dark skin, simple clothes, these are the Melka people.

The weapons they held in their hands were quite old, comparable to those of the Desert King's men, but not at all comparable to that of the General's soldiers, who were all equipped with US military equipment.

I saw in my hands the S56, the earliest automatic rifle produced in the Soviet Union, and the imitation M4 submachine gun.

This kind of gun has long been eliminated on the battlefield, because the 356 automatic rifle is prone to jamming. Guns that explode due to jamming on the battlefield have an extremely high casualty rate, so the Soviet S56 has long been discontinued.

The imitation of the U.S. military's M4 submachine gun is also a weapon that has been discontinued long ago. Now the U.S. Marine Corps uses all M9s. Basically, if an imitation M4 is hit by sand in the desert and gets into the gun groove, it will be very difficult to use.

You may not be able to fire bullets.

But now? These Melka organizers have such weapons.

If they used this kind of weapon to fight against the well-equipped general's men, they would undoubtedly be fighting with an egg against a stone. No wonder Melka had been trying to overthrow the general's tyranny for so many years, but unfortunately he was powerless.

Then he turned around and said that there were four people guarding the gate.

Everyone has a gun in their hand.

When Yang Hua and his three cars drove over, they saw a Somali man standing at the front with an imitation M4 submachine gun on his body. He held it up and used Somalia on the car in front of him.

The language says: "Stop, stop."

As his voice sounded, the Desert King's men in front of him slowly stopped the car.

One of the Desert King's men jumped out of the car and said to the gatekeeper with a smile: "We are from the desert, come to the city to pick up some goods."

After the Desert King's men in front of him said this, the guard at the door blinked at them.

Then he started to turn his eyes on them one by one.

"Are you from the Desert King?" The gatekeeper holding a replica M4 submachine gun asked the man who got off the car.

The man smiled and nodded and said: "Exactly, exactly."

In Somalia, almost everyone knows the name of the Desert King. The Desert King has been robbing the rich and giving to the poor in the desert for almost ten years. There are too many legends about him, but because the Desert King is very

He seldom robs the poor people's supplies, and sometimes distributes the good things they robbed to the poor people. Therefore, both in Somalia and in the urban area of ​​​​Bara, they think the Desert King is pretty good.

Because the Desert King has a relationship with the general, usually when picking up goods, he usually comes to the urban area of ​​​​Barra. As long as the people in Melka hear that they are from the Desert King, they will basically let him go.

, let them in.

Isn't that right? When the man in front of him revealed that he was a subordinate of the Desert King, the guard guarding the door whispered to his companions.

The companion standing on his side nodded slowly.

Then he turned around and said to the Desert King's men: "It's okay, it's okay, you go in."

As he said this, he began to prepare for release.

After the door in front of them slowly opened, their car began to slowly drive inside.

Yang Hua and the others who were sitting in the car not only let out a sigh of relief, but fortunately they were not discovered, otherwise something would happen again.

After the car slowly entered the urban area of ​​​​Bala in front of me, I saw that the urban area of ​​​​Bara was quite lively. I don’t know why today coincides with the market? I don’t know why. Anyway,

Then many people in the city began to come out.

Some people set up stalls there to buy fruits, including watermelons, tomatoes and other items.

Some people were buying cloth, clothes and other things there, and it looked quite lively.

Yang Hua and the others also noticed that not only was the public security in the urban area of ​​Bara very good, but there were also self-defense troops patrolling there from time to time. Usually there were 6-8 people patrolling around with weapons in their hands.

Such a happy and harmonious scene is in sharp contrast to Mogadishu.

As the three trucks in front of me slowly moved forward, I heard the Desert King say to Yang Hua and others in the car: "You have come in now."

"At most I can help you with one more thing." The Desert King said coldly.

Yang Hua looked at the desert king and said, "Thank you then."

Just listen to what Desert King said: "Get off the bus here, then go to the block in front and turn, and you will see a building with a red brick wall. That building is where Menses lives."

"Remember what I said. This Melka organization has always hated outsiders, especially foreigners. As a last resort, remember not to let them discover your identity. Also, listen to me, only

It takes Menzies to make Dillon, the current leader of Melka, listen to you, do you understand?"

After the Desert King in front of them gave Yang Hua and the others a final warning, Yang Hua and the others nodded their heads one by one.

"Thank you anyway," Yang Huadao said.

"No need to thank me, I just don't want to owe you too much."

"Okay, just get off the car from here. The road ahead is too crowded and there are too many people, so the car can't pass at all." I heard the Desert King say on that road.

After the Desert King said this, Yang Hua and the others also nodded.

Then they jumped out of the truck one by one.

Li Nana and Xiao Ruonan also jumped out of the truck at this moment.

After they all came down, the Desert King turned his head and looked at Yang Hua and the others one last time and said, "I wish you good luck."

After saying that, he suddenly turned his head and said to the driver: "Drive."

Then three trucks roared away into the distance.

At this moment, the Yang Huas felt a little disappointed after seeing the Desert King and the others leaving.

But they still have a lot of things to do now, and they can't take care of that much.

They are now wearing the same clothes as the poor Somalis. Of course, those Somalis with their heads wrapped cannot tell that Yang Hua and the others are foreigners.

After Yang Hua looked around and saw that the Somalis did not show any abnormality in their behavior, he slowly said to the brothers around him: "Let's go."

With that said, they began to move forward slowly.

There are a lot of people in Bala City, and many vendors are shouting at Yang Hua and others, but unfortunately Yang Hua and others can't understand a word.
Chapter completed!