Chapter 1081 Peaceful settlement
The weather in September is in the cool season in East Africa, and this is the equatorial region, so there is no such thing as the year.
The continuous heavy rain had just finished, and the air was fresh and pleasant, but Yi Zizhuo was in a depressing mood. Because of the kidnapping incident, he was very depressed. Unexpectedly, he had just thought about the development plan and encountered this incident.
"Huang Meng, what did you do as the security supervisor?" This matter was indeed Huang Meng's responsibility, and Yi Zizhuo of course asked without hesitation.
"This is my responsibility, and I will naturally be responsible." Huang Meng was in a bad mood. "I'm not trying to shirk responsibility. Now the guard team has too few people and the planning is too large. There are so many places that I can't take into account at all."
Huang Meng had told Yi Zizhuo before, and it was indeed true.
"Okay, I have a responsibility for this matter. Now is not the time to pursue the matter. Let me first talk about what you have to deal with it." Yi Zizhuo didn't want to say too much about the responsibility, and it would be fine to discuss it later. The most urgent task at present is to rescue the hostages who were taken back.
"Mr. Yi, Superintendent Huang." An elderly black man stood up. His name was Marumba. He was originally the leader of a small tribe. Later, he followed Vasaro and was recommended to Yizizhuo before Deus went to Australia.
Marumba is a very capable person and can speak Chinese, so now he works under Yizizhuo.
He usually doesn't talk much, and he is a capable official who does practical things. At this time, Yi Zizhuo knew that he must have important things to say.
"Mr. Marumba. You can say something directly." Yizizhuo was quite polite to this black man.
"Okay, Mr. Yi." Marumba got Yi Zizhuo's approval and then said: "The one who attacked the reclamation group was a guerrilla team active in the Malindi area. The leader of this guerrilla team was Kabisama, and he was a woman."
"Woman?" Huang Meng's turn was surprised.
In Kenya, women's rights are basically zero. A woman can lead a guerrilla team in such a patriarchal society, which proves that she is likely to have extraordinary talents.
"Yes, Kabisama was originally the daughter of a small tribe chief, but later he was hung to death for opposing President Vasaro's orders. From then on, Kabisama led the tribe's people to the mountains and grasslands and became a guerrilla."
"But, what did they attack us? I didn't hang her father!" Yi Zizhuo didn't care who Kabisama was, nor did she have any grievances. Now he is asking for trouble to find himself. No matter how good his temperament is, he can't bear it in such a thing.
"Maybe it was because of your friendly relationship with President Dion that Kabisama held a grudge." Marumba lowered her forehead and did not dare to look at Izizhuo's angry face.
"Can it be resolved through negotiation? Mr. Marumba, if you can think of any solution, please tell me." Yizizhuo did not want the other party to hurt the hostages, but he knew that he could never pay the ransom, otherwise it would be endless from now on.
"at this point……"
Looking at Marumba who wanted to speak but stopped, Yizizhuo also knew that this person must have been staying with Vasaro for too long. He was too inclined to be self-protection in his work.
"Mr. Marumba, don't worry, I won't blame you for your suggestions, whether it's good or bad." The situation of democracy and democracy in Africa is really bad. Even an official guy is so bored, which makes Yi Zizhuo a little uncomfortable.
You know, even if you are in the superiors and subordinates' relationship, you have never seen anyone with such a hunched waist.
In desperation, Marumba had to bite the bullet and answer: "Actually, the survival of the guerrillas is not good. If they were not poor, they would not take the Chinese as hostages. Moreover, in this area, Kabisama has a good reputation, and she often saves the poor."
The implication is that Marumba is in the body shape of Izizhuo, so it is better not to use tough military means.
In fact, in order to say these words, Marumba was still very nervous. He was not very familiar with Yi Zizhuo's temperament and did not know if this suggestion of "showing weakness" would be disgusted.
If this were not useful in the past, the guerrillas kidnapped the government's people. Vasaro would be a tyrant who was not threatened. Anyone who dared to say such words in front of him would definitely be treated as a guerrilla spy.
After glanced at the anxious Marumba, Yizizhuo also patted his shoulder and asked sincerely: "So what do you think I should do?"
Seeing that the boss was not angry, Marumba mustered up the courage, "I am willing to lobby Kabisama. As long as Mr. Yi, you can order the pardon of her past sins and allow her and her tribe members to enter Malindi's life, I don't think she will refuse."
Izizhuo was overjoyed after hearing this, "Are you sure?" But then he was a little worried, "You are a former Kenyan official. Are you not afraid of being angry with Kabisama?"
"No, I met Kabisama's father, but I was a little bit polite and couldn't help with the past. But Kabisama remembered me, our relationship was pretty good before, and she also treated me as a relative uncle. I think I would be more confident if I came forward to persuade her."
"So OK, I'll send someone to escort you." After saying that, Yi Zizhuo winked at Huang Meng.
Marumba waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm enough by myself. If I bring too many people, it will cause doubts from the other party."
Seeing that Marumba insisted, Yizizhuo did not force himself. All he needed was the safety of the hostages, and other things didn't matter.
Moreover, he was not afraid of Marumba's tricks. A mere African guerrilla team could not threaten the reclamation regiment at all.
Marumba did not know the address of Kabisama and the guerrillas, so he had to ask someone to send the information for peace talks. This is very simple. The guerrillas are not human fireworks. Many people in Malindi still know Kabisama.
A few days later, Marumba contacted Kabisama. The other party was willing to see him, but he was allowed to come alone.
Outside the city, Marumba, standing alone in the wilderness, anxiously waiting for the guerrillas who came to join in. He was dressed in neat suits, and was really stylish and dressed in bright clothes, which was in a strong contrast with most of the unclothed African natives.
In the military camp in Malindi City, a two-story wooden house was converted into a temporary military command center. Here, there are many military electronic equipment, which are high-end goods purchased by Yizizhuo from Wanhe Electronics Company.
An information transceiver alone is worth more than 1.2 million yuan, exceeding the total output value of Malindi in half a year.
"Squad leader, is it really okay not to send people there?" Huang Meng was still a little worried. He had a lot of prejudice against the guerrillas and looked down on such a guy who only secretly fired cold guns.
Yu Liujiang smiled, "You are stupid, do we need to send someone to take risks?" He pointed to a computer. "In this world, there are satellite positioning technology."
After saying this, Huang Meng realized, "Oh, it turns out that he was planning..."
Seeing Huang Meng ready to rub his palms, Yu Liujiang knocked his head hard, "You slutty guy, just thinking about fighting. We are here to do construction. If you can't move, you'd better not move."
Seeing through his mind, Huang Meng scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'm not worried that the guerrillas are unreasonable. Who knows what these mountain rats are thinking?"
Huang Meng has also read a lot of information about African guerrillas, and has no good impression of various rebels, and of course, he does not have much good impression of government forces.
The chaos in Africa has spawned countless guerrillas, and the existence of guerrillas itself further deepened the suffering and chaos in Africa.
Many guerrillas live by looting villages and even often massacres. They also like to recruit baby soldiers about ten years old. The leaders of guerrillas are basically villains or demons in the world, so bad that they have sores on their heads and pus flows from the soles of their feet.
"No matter what, let's wait for the news first." To be honest, why don't Yu Liujiang worry?
However, he still hopes that the hostages can return safely from the perspective of the reclamation group.
On a small hill outside Malindi, Marumba was waiting under a strange tree. The tree grew strangely, with a height of only 20, but its breast diameter was 15 meters, making it look big and bloated.
And because it is the cool season, the branches and leaves on the trees have almost fallen, revealing the bare trunks.
A rusty van drove over. The van seemed to have been modified many times. The most conspicuous thing was that a large hole was opened on the roof, and it was equipped with a shelf and a sunshade.
Two black soldiers carrying long rifles guarded the above, probably because they deliberately transformed it into such a thing in order to create two additional firepower points. Here we have to sigh at the creative thinking of the African people.
The civilian version of the van was originally used to deliver goods to the convenience store, but it fell into the hands of the guerrillas and turned into an "armored" personnel carrier.
A black soldier wearing a mask walked out of the car and chatted with Marumba in slang. Finally, he put a hood on Marumba's head, probably because he was afraid that he would recognize the position of the guerrillas.
After being taken into the car, Marumba's figure quickly disappeared on the edge of the prairie.
In a bush one kilometer away, two scouts from the reclamation regiment also ended their mission.
Using electronic telescopes, they can monitor the every move of these guerrillas. If Izizhuo was not worried that he would be discovered after being followed by the guerrillas, it would be better not to risk causing trouble at the other party’s home court.
The base of the guerrillas was in a hidden valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there was also a spring. The water flowed all year round, feeding more than 100 people in the entire guerrillas.
The living environment in the mountains is very poor. Living here can no longer be described as hardship. It is more appropriate to use "desperate situation".
There is no agricultural land for farming in the mountains. The source of things is unstable by collecting and hunting alone. Most people are hungry all year round, unable to fill their stomachs and not covered their bodies.
What is even more fatal are salt and medicines. These things cannot be produced by the guerrillas themselves alone, so they must be purchased in cities or other large settlements.
But because of the wanted reason, even if the guerrillas can enter the market, they must endure the high black market prices.
The birth rate of babies has dropped to the lowest point in three years. When I entered the mountain, there were more than 500 people, but now there are only about 100 people left. All of them are due to the difficult living environment.
Kabisama, an indigenous African woman who shoulders blood feud, led her tribe to struggle to survive here. The hardship that ordinary people could not imagine has wiped out her years.
At the age of 24, he looks like a middle-aged woman with rough skin and thick limbs. She is wearing guerrilla combat uniforms, rather than wearing bright long cloth like traditional African women.
The arrival of Marumba surprised and delighted Kabisama. But after that, he was suspicious, "Uncle Mba, long time no see."
Although Kabisama smiled. But Marumba heard of alienation and suspicion from it. It is no wonder that in three years, many people and many things can be changed.
"Kabisama, we meet again." Marumba suddenly remembered that three years ago, Kabisama had just married a wife. Her husband was the most outstanding among the younger generation of the tribe and the heir chosen by his father.
But unexpectedly, Vasaro arrested the disobedient chief and executed him.
Not only Kabisama's father, but also her husband and several elders. In the later armed conflict, the dead had long been unable to remember clearly.
A tribe with three thousand people had only more than 500 people left when it broke through. Until now, there are only a pitiful one hundred people who survive in the deep mountains and forests. This unforgettable hatred is enough to distort any person's mind.
Kabisama can still maintain such sanity. Marumba was already surprised, "Kabisama, I hope you can release the Chinese hostages that have been seized, you don't have to do these things."
After hearing this, Kabisama didn't say anything. She just stood up silently. Then she turned her head and walked towards a dilapidated thatched hut. Marumba didn't know what this meant. She had to stand up and follow her.
The inside of the thatched hut is as simple as that on the outside, and because the selected materials and location are not good, the light transmittance inside is not good, and the smell of moistness is a bit damp, which makes people uncomfortable to ask.
The thatched hut is not big, only about 30 square meters, but there are six patients lying like dead bones. Their faces are like skeletons, their skin is directly attached to the bones, and their eye sockets are deeply engulfed.
"They were infected with malaria." Kabisama didn't speak again until now, "I kidnapped the Chinese in Malindi, not just because of greed, we need money, food, medicine."
Kabisama pointed out the teenagers who were tortured by parasites outside the window. Marumba couldn't even see their gender, or even confirm whether they were humans.
Deformed people, those who live in the mountains, have much higher chances of encountering such things than those on the plains, and Marumba also knows a little about this.
"We have no way to survive except for robbery. Uncle Mba, we were not bad guys at first, but we now have to do such a thing."
As she talked, Kabisama burst into tears. After three years of sadness and grievances, could she tell who in the tribe?
She is a weak young woman, but she is also the leader of a tribe. Her father and husband are dead, so she has to take on this burden and be responsible for the rest.
Everyone living in Africa has no guerrillas that do not hate robbers, but how many people are forced to become the profession they look down upon the most?
It is all due to the times, and there are many ways that you cannot choose.
"Sama." Marumba called Kabisama's nickname and hugged the girl like his little daughter in her arms, caring and listening, "It's all over."
Over and over again, Marumba kept comforting the crying Kabisama, like a kind elder, comforting the younger generation who was bullied outside.
"Vasaro is dead, his government has also fallen, and Kenya is now preparing for a new election." Marumba said, "Now Malindi has been bought by a Chinese businessman. He is willing to run the place well and he is willing to take you in."
"Vasaro is dead?" Kabisama broke out from his arms and said in surprise: "When did it happen?"
"You haven't been to the city for a long time, right?"
"Yes, there were a large number of rebels here a while ago, and we dare not go out." Kabisama said the truth, and the relationship between the rebels and the guerrillas may not be friendly.
Many times, rebels also have deep hatreds and conflicts often break out. Even guerrillas in the same area will break out in armed conflicts for issues of their living environment and interests.
No one knows why they have to kill, but if they don’t kill others, they will be killed by others, their flesh and blood will be eaten by others, and their property will be taken away. This is Africa, chaotic and unordered, everyone will fight to the death, killing a way of living with blood.
"Later, the rebels left, and a large number of foreign teams searched the mountains, so we didn't dare to go out. We hid in the mountains all the time. A few days ago, we were so hungry that we couldn't help it. We attacked a camp outside Malindi and caught a few seemingly rich foreigners."
Kabisama didn't know the difference between Chinese and Europeans. Anyway, in her eyes, they were all foreigners. Moreover, she didn't have a good impression of Chinese because the few black market merchants she came into contact with were all Chinese and she shaved her skin a lot when she was doing transactions.
Kabisama was not very indignant about the fact that Malindi was sold to foreigners. Like many Africans, her concept only has tribes, no nation or country.
Whose hands of Malindi is in her hands doesn’t matter much to her. As long as she can survive, what can’t betray her?
This is also the survival logic of most guerrillas, and morality is always secondary or even irrelevant.
However, Marumba's persuasion still touched Kabisama. If there was a way out, who would be willing to resist to the end? Does she have a hatred with the Chinese? Even if there is a grudge, now she has to compromise in order to survive.
Chapter completed!