As evening approached, Owen parked the car in a location with a good view. After making sure there were no predators around, Owen got out of the car and took out the spare diesel from the trunk to refuel the car.
In order to refuel, they specially found an open space with a good view of the surroundings and no weeds or shrubs on the ground that could hide predators.
The refueling process went smoothly. A lion far away noticed Owen, but had no intention of coming over. Owen looked at him the whole time, without exposing his back to the other person at any time.
After refueling, Owen continued on the road. The sky was gradually getting dark, and it seemed that he would have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.
When it got completely dark, Owen parked the car on a flat ground. This time he also chose a location with very low grass. Again, he had to maintain a good view.
The headlights of the car were on, and Owen closed his eyes to prepare for sleep. After nightfall, various hunters appeared on the African grasslands. There were various sounds everywhere. Some Owen could hear them, like hyenas, and some were not heard at all.
Never heard of it.
Within the field of view of the headlights, several lions were cruising around. They were a family of lions, a male lion and several female lions, and a little lion staring at the car curiously with its big black eyes. It looked quite interesting.
cute.
Owen knew that in the dark prairie, the car's headlights would definitely arouse the curiosity of the animals. There must be many animals around the car at this time, but even so, he did not dare to turn off the lights. After turning off the lights, it would be the world of wild beasts.
Yes, that would be more dangerous.
Strange screams were coming one after another all around, and green eyes of various shapes could often be seen in the darkness. Many animals were staring at the car. Owen held AK in his arms. He was probably frightened to death if he was mentally weak.
Crazy.
Owen put down his seat, held AK in his arms, and gradually fell into a dream amidst all kinds of weird cries. When he opened his eyes again, the sky had already brightened up, and the dazzling sunlight made him unable to open his eyes.
The night was uneventful, no wild animals attacked him, and no blind elephants or rhinos overturned his car.
Not far away, a family of lions was eating the carcass of a zebra. This zebra was probably caught last night and served as a midnight snack. It had been eaten a lot. The lion family should be eating breakfast now.
Owen restarted the car, and the sound of the engine startled the lions. As a guard of the lions, the male lion stood up alertly, made an attack posture, and roared in demonstration and showed its canine teeth.
Owen suddenly became interested and pressed his foot down and up on the accelerator several times. The car's engine roared under his control, like the provocative roar of a beast.
The next second, the male lion lost patience and rushed over at a trot. Owen turned the steering wheel and ran wildly on the grassland.
A funny scene appeared on the grassland. A red Wrangler was running wildly on the grassland, and a strong male lion was chasing after it.
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Half a day later, Owen crossed the border and officially entered the northern province of Rwanda. His destination was Byumba.
The Wrangler continued to drive on the grassland, and smoke rose in the distance. This area is no longer a paradise for animals, and there are gradually traces of humans.
The waterwheel by the river and the huts on the roadside indicated that there should be villages nearby, but Owen had no intention of contacting them. He found a place to stop the car and prepared to have a simple bite to eat.
Chewing the bread in his hand and taking a sip of cold water, Owen sat on the roof of the car and observed his surroundings.
Da da da……
Suddenly there was gunfire in the distance.
Da da……
There were several more gunshots.
Owen was already on alert as soon as he heard the gunshot. He could tell that the gunshot was far away from him and was probably not aimed at him.
However, after thinking about it for a while, Owen decided to go and have a look. Although curiosity killed the cat, he had just entered Rwanda and it was better for him to know more about the surrounding situation.
After putting away the food and water, Owen restarted the Wrangler and headed towards the scene of the incident.
Following the sound of gunfire, I soon saw a village from which the gunshot came.
There were still gunshots in the village, and occasionally people's roars and cries could be heard.
Owen did not go in rashly, but parked the Wrangler on one side of the village entrance, and stood on the roof of the car to observe carefully with binoculars.
The situation inside quickly came into view.
Some people dressed as militiamen were searching various houses one by one. Every time they searched a place, there would be a flurry of excitement.
Occasionally, gunshots rang out, and those who dared to resist were killed. A few guys tried to escape, but the militiamen behind them immediately opened fire. AK's unique clicking sound sounded, and several people were lying in a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.
The cries of women and children came one after another, accompanied by the victorious laughter of those guys. Some guys stood up and killed the women on the ground in the blink of an eye. The children, both male and female, were all dragged out of the room and arrived.
The open space in the middle.
Da da da da~~
The leader gave an order, and a row of teenagers holding AKs pulled the triggers. All the men and women in the square were killed, leaving only a half-grown child standing beside them.
The shooters were all teenagers, some not even much taller than AKs. These were child soldiers unique to the African continent. They were young but had a lot of lives on their hands.
What they are doing today has been experienced by them themselves. At that time, other child soldiers killed their parents and then robbed them. In the warlord's camp, adult soldiers taught the kidnapped children how to shoot and how to kill.
, and continue to brainwash them. Soon, these abducted children will become new child soldiers.
Owen put down the telescope, and what was inside was a massacre. Such massacres were staged every day on the land of Africa. Powerful warlords massacred villages, killing those who dared to resist, and the remaining laborers were sent to quarries.
Help them dig diamonds, while the children become child soldiers and cannon fodder.
In the blink of an eye, everyone in the village was slaughtered. Owen had no intention of saving them, and he couldn't save them. He was only one person.
Just as he was about to jump out of the car and leave, a sharp-eyed child soldier spotted him and shouted in his direction.
Ta da...ta da...
Someone shot in Owen's direction, but the bullet flew to nowhere.
In Owen's eyes, few of those people knew how to shoot. There were various postures, including raising the AK above their heads and holding the AK flat. No one could make a standard shooting posture. They basically pointed at a target.
Just pull the trigger in the right direction and sweep randomly, a typical African style of faith shooting.
Owen jumped out of the car and got into the cab.
Although everyone on the other side was extremely unprofessional, under the huge coverage, there were still bullets hitting nearby.
Another group of militiamen ran out from the side, shouting and swiping at the Wrangler. Owen stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the Wrangler made a jingling sound, rushed past them, and sped away. In the blink of an eye,