Chapter 1050 Old Jiefang Truck and Railway Bridge (double monthly ticket request)

"This old guy is at least forty years old, right?"

Jack patted the bumpy hood of the old Jiefang, and seemed to inadvertently wipe his fingers on the line of faded traditional Chinese characters on the side, which read "First Automobile Manufacturing Plant."

The word "Liberation" on the front of the car that should have been red is almost unrecognizable.

(Photo of an old Jiefang truck that has been restored in China, schematic diagram)

"Even if I die, my old buddy can still keep running." Old Muto snorted, opened the door and prepared to get in the car.

"Detective Bolino, maybe we can change seats." Jack stopped the black detective who was about to get into the passenger seat and motioned for him to get into the Hummer coming from his side.

Detective Bolino had a half-smile on his face, as if he was mocking this young American who had no hard time.

"This car is not as comfortable to sit in as your car."

Jack smiled back at him, "I know, but as someone who came to Africa for the first time, I am full of curiosity about everything here. That location just allows me to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Africa from a better angle."

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The scenery along the way is really good, and it once again breaks everyone’s stereotypes about Africa.

The first is the temperature. This was felt by everyone in the Wanted Criminal Team when they stepped off the plane. The place was not hot and could even be said to be quite comfortable.

You must know that it is February now, and their current location is in the southern hemisphere and not too far from the equator. However, in addition to the sunshine, when the wind blows into the car window, it can make people feel a clear chill.

This is because Tanzania's terrain is high in the northwest and low in the southeast. Only a small strip of land on the southeast coast with low terrain and an altitude of less than 200 meters has a serious tropical climate.

Arusha, where Jack and the others are currently located, is located on a plateau with an altitude of more than 1,000 meters. To the north is the Kilimanjaro Snow Mountain and to the northwest is the famous Serengeti prairie. There are an endless stream of people coming from all year round. Tourists from all over the world.

Although the local roads are too dilapidated, everyone had a mouthful of dust when they came, and they will inevitably continue to endure the bumps and dust when they hit the road again. But if you ignore this and look into the distance, you will see a large area of ​​green along the way.

Cheetahs, wildebeests, zebras, giraffes, African elephants, all kinds of African animals that Jack had seen in "Animal World" in his previous life were wandering leisurely in their respective territories.

If there is a paradise in Africa, it would be Tanzania, which accounts for 6.5% of the land area and is bordered by three major world lakes.

To the north is Lake Victoria, the largest freshwater lake in Africa and one of the sources of the famous Nile River.

There are two large lakes in the west, Lake Tanganyika, the second deepest lake in the world after Lake Baikal, and Lake Malawi, the third largest lake in Africa.

Wherever there is a lake, there is naturally a river. Wherever there are rivers, there is naturally no shortage of forests and vegetation. Therefore, nearly half of Tanzania's land is covered by forests, and the rest is land and grasslands suitable for farming.

Countless animals migrate and breed in Africa during the dry and rainy seasons, but in fact many of them never leave Tanzania at all.

The only reason why this country is as poor as it is now is that there is no continuous civilization on this land.

Hundreds of years of colonial history have failed to bring the so-called civilization here as some people claim. Arabs, Germans, British, and various white-skinned colonists have come and gone on this land, except Brainwashing religion leaves nothing behind.

Jack was surprised by the sobriety of the old black man named Old Muto in front of him, and even more surprised by the fact that he could hear such profound self-analysis from his mouth.

As for why the old black man said this to Jack, when an American can speak fluent Chinese and casually recite a quotation written in the red book in the car, his skin color does not seem to be that important. .

The son of a chief of a vanished tribe, a second-generation railway worker on the Tanzania-Zambia Railway, and an old officer who received formal military training in Shijiazhuang.

After listening to the old man telling his story, Jack felt that he was no longer so surprised.

Although Old Muto was still a little wary of someone's FBI identity, he gradually let down his guard after learning that the purpose of their trip was to find missing tourists.

"It's not as chaotic as the outside world imagines, at least in this country. Although there are occasionally some bastards who sneak into the country, they are just like the wildebeests that migrate here. They use this place as a place to rest and rest. place.”

As he spoke, Old Muto patted the fender of the truck behind him and shouted twice. The young black people in the car cheered and started singing in the local dialect after a burst of laughter.

"We have a disciplined army that maintains the stability of this country and ensures that it will not be divided due to religion or interference from external forces."

"So who do you think caused this kidnapping?" Jack smiled back and asked his question amidst the slightly absurd singing in the car behind him.

Old Muto smiled back at him, showing his white teeth, "I don't know, that's your job.

But I can assure you that if there are any guerrillas or armed organizations from surrounding forces sneaking in here, I will definitely get the news in advance.

My people and I will do our best to assist you and your people. The tourists who come here every year are very important to Arusha and the country. We don't want this place to have a bad reputation. "

After nearly two hours of bumpy ride, a rusty railway bridge that looked like it might collapse at any time appeared in front of everyone.

Old Muto stopped the car and slapped the door hard. The militiamen who were just excited and noisy like a group of students going out for a spring outing suddenly quieted down.

When the two got off the car, these young black guys had already gotten off the car quickly and lined up beside the car.

Jack noticed that they were not just simply standing in line. Except for the first leader on the right who was a little older and looked like a squad leader, the others were arranged from right to left and from tall to short.

In other words, these militiamen can not only distinguish between left and right, but also remember who is standing next to them. This sounds easy, but you have to know that this is in Africa, a land where more than 60% of the population is illiterate.

"Now I know why you have to lead the way." Hannah complained and patted the dust on her body, and her bright blonde hair became much darker.

The two Hummers they were riding in followed the old Jiefang all the way, and now both the car and the people were covered in dust.

"This is the section where the train must slow down when passing by." Detective Pollino also took off his beret, patted it twice before putting it back on, squinting at the railway bridge that could be called a dangerous bridge.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was in the west, facing the direction they came from. The bridge was about seven or eight meters above the valley floor where they were now.

When they got closer, they noticed that the railway bridge had been repaired to some extent. Although it was a minor repair, it was not as fragile as it looked.

"Maybe we should go up and take a look."

Aubrey simulated the scene in his mind, "The train must have started to slow down from a long distance away, and the speed would drop to the slowest when approaching the railway bridge, so the best place to get off is..."

Following the direction of his finger, everyone's eyes fell on the south of the railway bridge.