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Chapter 1637: They Are Not Ordinary People


"Big brother, here."

One by one, they shouted and spoke in the Somali language.

As they stood up one by one, the 180-headed guy slowly waved at them.

"Sit down."

I just listened to the burly man in front of me.

After his exit, the men hurriedly sat down one by one.

As they sat down one by one, I saw that the guy called the boss was also slowly sitting next to the bonfire in front of him, and a person next to him hurriedly handed a burnt fragrant leg of mutton, and the boss grabbed it, took a bite, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's delicious."

The subordinate in front of him laughed.

"Boss, let's start now," I heard a Somali man in front of him shouting at the boss.

When the surrounding subordinates heard that it was going to begin, they were all buzzing with each other, as if they were about to start something extremely important.

As they spoke, they saw that the boss in front of him took a bite of the fat leg of mutton he was holding in his hand, and then grinned and said, "It's okay." ” "Let's get started."

As soon as the sound came out, the Somalis around them cheered.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two upper bodies were soon stripped naked, except for the two black Somali who were wearing a pair of pants, and walked up.

Competition After the two men reached the campfire in the middle, they each nodded slightly, and then the two turned their heads and nodded at the old desert king, as a sign of respect, and then began to fight.

It turned out to be a contest Yes, in this endless desert, this tournament can be regarded as the only form of entertainment.

The Somali people who grew up in a poor country in South Africa have been at war since they were children, which has also cultivated the character of these people, who have admired force since childhood, but due to the perennial war, most of the poor people have died and fled, and most of the remaining ones are hungry and thin guys, so even if they like force, they have not been able to learn much skill here.

I saw the battle between the two people, you punched, I punched at each other, the punch was extremely stiff, and it was full of loopholes, but the two still fought to a draw.

This kind of boxing can only be regarded as a human instinct boxing method, and there is no sense of the essence of boxing at all.

But this kind of competition has become the most entertaining way for this group of desert kings who roam the desert and look like bandits.

Often the victor will be hailed as a hero.

This is, of course, in Somalia.

I saw that one of the guys next to the campfire accidentally slipped under his feet just now, and the other party saw the opportunity and smashed his fist on the bridge of his nose.

After the stiff fist hit the bridge of his nose, the whole nose soon hot blood gushed out, like a small fountain.

At the moment of bleeding, the Somali crowd sitting around the campfire began to cheer.

"He won."

I heard the desert king laugh and laugh as he had a leg of lamb in his mouth.

They didn't let the two people fight to the death, but as soon as one of them bleeds or is injured, they immediately stop it.

The victor was rewarded with a piece of mutton, and then a large jug of wine, and sat aside.

After the victory of the guy in the first game, in the second game, it was a swarthy, but strong man like a calf.

A well-developed body was horizontal, and the swarthy body walked out like a piece of iron.

This thing is a murderer who has not been defeated in more than a dozen consecutive battles, and he is the only strong man except for the king of the desert.

It is very sturdy.

As soon as the guy stepped forward, the surrounding Somalis began to cheer, only to see another person rise from the crowd as they cheered.

The height of that person is not low, 180 looks, but compared to the burly strong man in front of him, it looks very small.

After he stood up, this height and sturdiness were clearly shown.

Sure enough, in less than a dozen rounds, the strong man grabbed the guy with both arms and hugged him alive.

After the man was picked up at once, he almost fell to the ground by him, but the burly man did not throw his companion, but slowly put him on the ground.

The fighter's face turned pale with fright, and he retreated as pale as paper.

The audience erupted in cheers.

And as soon as this fierce man came on the field, there was no more fighter to challenge.

It's almost going to be a one-man show from that fierce man.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a man beside the Desert King say to the Desert King: "Boss, one of the few people we captured this morning is very skilled. ” After he said this, the Desert King, who was drunk in a big bowl and eating a large piece of meat, was not only stunned.

"Yes," he said, with his eyes shining brightly.

"Well, if it weren't for the fact that there were so many of us today, it would be difficult to catch those foreigners."

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Just listen to the subordinates in front of you.

And it seems that these people are not simple characters, the weapons they hold in their hands are the most advanced military weapons in the world, and there is even a Barrett 99.

There are almost no guns like this in our country, so I don't think these people are ordinary people. ” After the subordinate in front of him said this, the desert king slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and thought about it with a calm face.

"I guess it's the outsiders from the Mogadishu quarantine zone."

I only heard my subordinates say suddenly.

"Those people occupy our country and force the general to let our people grow drugs, which is simply hateful."

Zheng 5, the subordinates in front of him suddenly regarded Yang Hua and them as those people from Nikola.

After the desert king heard this, he slammed his fist into the table in front of him.

"If it's still those outsiders, you will see one and kill the other, and you will not show mercy," only to hear the Desert King say angrily.

It turned out that a few months ago, a few people from Nanikra happened to pass by, and they were captured by these Desert King's people at that time, and finally they were shot one by one by the Desert King's order.

Although the king of the desert is a bandit in the desert, he is a man who loves his country.

He knew that his country was suffering from war, but he still loved his country.

No one else is allowed to interfere in the affairs of his own country, and the Nikola in the quarantine area is even more despicable, allowing those poor Somali people to destroy all their crops and use them to grow drugs: