Thanks to the night vision equipment that can barely be used, even without turning on the headlights, Harbala and Baole can still distinguish the terrain in front and control the obviously overloaded Toyota pickup truck to drive in a relatively stable state. Because Harbala has carried out corresponding emergency modifications to the two Toyota pickup trucks at the station site, the load capacity and travel speed of the two Toyota pickup trucks have also been somewhat improved.

He raised his wrist and looked at the military watch that had obvious marks of wear, and then looked at the topographic map displayed on the personal information terminal. Tang Guoming, who was sitting in the cab, finally sighed softly: "At this speed of travel, we should be able to walk on a road with relatively better road conditions before dawn. After that... it depends on our luck."

Looking at the red light faintly from the direction of the Emperor Valley from the rearview mirror, Halbala asked in a low voice in confusion: "Boss, why don't we get two more cars? With the load capacity and driving speed in front of us, if there are any mistakes along the way, we will have to have big trouble!"

Shaking his head slightly, Tang Guoming responded: "Even if we can get the transport vehicle effortlessly, it will take at least a few hours to go back and forth. In addition, the time it takes to be delayed after evacuation and obstacles along the way, at least half of our journey will have to run during the day. Just with us, a few guns... the risk factor is too great, and we cannot do such unsure gambling."

He nodded in agreement, but a look of worry appeared on Harbala's face: "But even if we run to night... Although we can indeed arrive at Oman City before dawn at our current speed, what should we do if we meet those tribal armed forces on the road? It is definitely not possible to force breakthrough in the dark. The firepower configuration we currently have will definitely not be effective. But if we sneak in secret... we can't delay that time, we will definitely be dragged until dawn again! Especially in places close to Oman City, those tribal armed personnel are everywhere..."

As he reached out to fiddle with various rusty objects in the cab of Toyota pickup truck, Tang Guoming suddenly exerted force and pulled out the dusty car CD player: "Can this thing still work?"

He glanced at the car disc player that Tang Guoming grabbed in his hand in surprise. Harbala shook his head without hesitation: "This thing is useless! These people from the tribe armed people will not maintain the vehicle at all, let alone such delicate car attached equipment."

Twist and turned around and fiddled with the dusty car CD player, Tang Guoming spoke thoughtfully again, "Can you find a way to repair it?"

His eyebrows were twisted into pieces, and Harbala screamed inexplicably: "Boss, what's going on in your life? He won't let go when he grasps this broken thing in the middle of the night?"

Turning his head and giggled at Harbala, Tang Guoming simply pressed the communicator button: "Lei Gong, can the car audio in your car be used?"

Bao Leina's obviously surprised response was quickly heard from the communicator: "Please repeat the order? It's over!"

With a helpless smile, Tang Guoming shook his head, and pressed the communicator button again: "Check the situation of your car CD player, it's over!"

Obviously, he still maintained an inexplicable attitude towards Tang Guoming's order. After a while, Bao Lei's response came from the communicator: "It can still be used, but there is no CD in the car. It's over!"

Looking through the items box that was chaotic in the cab, Tang Guoming kept throwing the so-called miscellaneous items out of the car window: "I hope we are lucky... I'm looking for it!"

He looked at the stained CDs in Tang Guoming's hand sideways. The look of surprise on Harbala's face was so thick that it was: "Boss, what are you going to do?!"

He reached out and patted Harbala's arm. Tang Guoming raised his hand and pointed at a relatively flat stone floor in front of the vehicle without much water: "Stop! Give you ten minutes to pack up the audio systems of the two cars. There are also these CDs, try to see if they can be used!"

Before Harbala could stop the car, Tang Guoming opened the car door and jumped out, shouting at Pei Wei who was hiding under the rain in the car: "Old Pei, get out of the car, there is something to do!"

Pei Wei quickly jumped out of the car, holding an AK automatic rifle, reached out and wiped the rain from his face, and nodded at Tang Guoming: "What's the matter, just say it?"

He reached out and took out a camouflage oil paint from his combat backpack. Tang Guoming raised his hand and pointed at Guo Nu and Lu Xin who had already stood up in the car: "Plug them with some soldiers, and apply any skin exposed outside the clothes to make them look like black people!"

Hesitantly took the disguised oil paint from Tang Guoming's hand. Pei Wei looked at Guo Nu and Luxin who had jumped out of the car and said, "It's okay to wipe it black, but they don't look like black people?" Just say that hair... If the black people in this place were either bald or curly hair, their hair..."

He pulled out the Gebo fighting knife hanging on his chest with his hands. Tang Guoming reached out and slapped the Gebo fighting knife into Pei Wei's hand: "Then make do with them shaving their heads!"

As he finished speaking, deafening rap music was already heard from the Toyota pickup truck that Bao Lei drove. The music full of swearing and yelling began. Harbala rubbed his ears and jumped out of the cab with some anger: "What kind of music do these guys listen to? They are all cursing, and they are so chasing that they feel so chaotic!"

He nodded at Harbala with a smile, and Tang Guoming shouted loudly: "That's right! As long as we can play this kind of music in both cars, we might be able to get through it?"

After a little bit of a sudden evidence, Halbala immediately understood the meaning of Tang Guoming's words: "Boss, are you saying that we are all pretending to be black people? Then we blatantly drive all the way back to Aman City? But what if we meet a desperate tribal armed man on the way, we must check it? We only know a few indigenous dialects, and I guess we can't get over it?"

Suddenly, Pei Wei shouted to Tang Guoming urgently: "I know the indigenous dialect! When I first opened a farm here, I had no experience. I wanted to hire labor nearby, so I used almost all the local black people. But those guys were really lazy and rushed away and went backwards. In order to let those people work, I have been fighting many indigenous dialects. After a few rounds, I have learned a lot of indigenous dialects."

Just like when he was sleepy, Tang Guoming was overjoyed: "Then we will be more sure of getting away with it! If it really doesn't work, we will be more sure of attacking it at close range, and we will be more sure!"

He reached out and scratched his itchy scalp, but Harbala looked at the women and children in the carriage who were shivering away from the rain: "What should they do? The tribal armed forces went out to hunt, it was impossible for them to take women and children with them with them in the car, right?"

He laughed lowly, Tang Guoming raised his leg and kicked Harbala with a false eye: "Can't you catch some prisoners? Especially those who are probably rich, almost all nearby tribe armed forces know about prisoners from Chinese farms?"
Chapter completed!