In Central Africa, death was a big deal, and so was funerals. When someone died, the first thing to do was to inform the deceased's relatives and fellow tribesmen.
The war between Remonin and Good had nothing to do with Li Du. Both sides would definitely fight, and Good would be the one to attack Remonin. Remonin's entire tribe might be wiped out.
However, to put it bluntly, he was the one who started this war. It was Remonin who started it in order to save him, and he played an important role in it.
Therefore, he was the main character in this funeral. Remonin was not a god of war, nor was he a master tactician, but he was a smart man. From this point on, he relied on Li Du.
Li Du stayed to attend the funeral, and he had to participate in the whole process.
Every tribe in Africa had their own unique ways of reporting funerals. Some beat the drums, some blew the horns, some cried and howled, some shouted, and some used a special item to report funerals.
Li Du knew all this because he had seen it with his own eyes.
Remonin was the leader of the Golden Grass tribe. The armed forces under him called themselves the Freedom Army. They belonged to the tribe, but the soldiers were not all from the Golden Grass tribe. Instead, they came from the surrounding tribes.
There were a total of 45 dead soldiers, and among them were black people from many different countries and tribes.
These people had no sense of belonging to their country. They were black people at the bottom of the social ladder, uneducated, and only recognized their tribe. There were no bloody conflicts between tribes, so they could fight together.
Some of the dead soldiers were from the Cecil tribe. They were from the same country as Good, but they were the most aggressive in fighting Good.
Good was too cruel. He had ruled the area for many years, and had killed many tribal civilians. The people of each tribe feared and hated him.
Knowing that he was going to the Cecil tribe to report the death, Li Du flatly refused. "I don't want to go back to that country. What if the Cecil government is investigating Good's murder?"
Remonin said indifferently, "Who would investigate? Don't worry, if the Cecil government finds out that we killed Goodswain, they'll even give us a peace prize! "
All the African governments hated armed forces that they could not control. Cecil's government hated Good's existence very much.
The war involved two countries, but when Li Du looked online, there were no reports from either country. It was as if the war had never happened.
There were very few residents in the border areas of Africa. Even if there were residents, they were tribes. They did not know how to surf the internet and did not know how to read. They saw the war, but no one would go online to discuss it. No one would take photos and make a special report to attract attention.
Remonin told Li Du that there were countless battles on the borders of African countries every year. However, unless the battles were related to cities, the media would not pay attention to such matters.
The government didn't pay attention either. To them, it was best for armed forces that they couldn't control to bite each other to death.
With Remonin's promise, Li Du was willing to return to Cecil.
He was accompanied by a few tribesmen who had taken off their military uniforms. They were driving a pickup truck with two big drums on it. They were beating the drums with their hands while driving.
The dead soldier's tribe was not far from the border. The pickup drove between some tents. Someone had appeared when they heard the drums and was looking at their vehicle.
At this time, the soldiers would get out of the truck and tell these people about the soldier's death. At the same time, they would find the family and hand over the food, daily necessities, and food coupons that Remonin had paid as compensation.
Watching the dead soldier's family happily collect the food, daily necessities, and other items, Li Du said, "Here, human lives are worthless!"
Brother Wolf shook his head and said, "It's the lives of the poor. They're worthless."
He also participated in another funeral. It was to a tribe in Mozambique called the Hatchibi tribe. This tribe would send a large piece of bread mixed with tobacco powder to the tribe's chief.
The chief would cut the bread and someone would come to collect the bread and money. One dollar for each piece of bread.
The person who received the money would attend the funeral as a relative of the deceased.
Li Du donated forty thousand dollars and fifty thousand dollars to the two tribes. Each deceased person would be given ten thousand dollars as compensation.
After all, these soldiers had indeed sacrificed their lives to save him. In this regard, Li Du owed them no matter what.
Both dollars and yuan were hard currencies on the African continent. He gave a stack of dollars to the deceased's family, which made them very happy.
When they left the Hatchibi tribe, the chief brought a group of teenagers and young men, ranging from fifteen to twenty-five years old.
The chief asked, "Do you still need soldiers? They can do it. They are very good! "
The teenagers nodded. Some of them even took off their shirts to show off their muscles to Li Du.
Of course, most of these people were very skinny. There was not much flesh on their chests.
Li Du was shocked and said, "Mr. Chief, you want to send them to be soldiers? You saw it, being a soldier will kill you! "
The chief said lightly, "Aren't we all going to die in the end? If each person's death could be exchanged for ten thousand dollars, I think they would be willing to die now. "
Li Du did not know what to say. They had different ideas, different environments, and different cultures. He could not change the chief's mind.
In desperation, he could only say to the chief, "I am not a soldier. I have no right to take them to the army. Sorry, we have to leave."
The chief was disappointed, and so were the teenagers and young men.
After getting into the car, Li Du said to the soldier driving, "Zazakun, did you volunteer to be a soldier?"
The young man grinned and said, "Yes, I am different from them. I fight for the Golden Grass tribe, not for money."
A soldier standing on the steps outside laughed. "Zazakun, bragging Zazakun, I still remember when you joined the army. You were starving."
Zazakun said awkwardly, "I am fighting for the tribe now, and I was then too. But I also wanted to eat in the army. I have nine children at home. Isn't it normal to not have enough to eat?"
Li Du now understood. No wonder the African warlords could gather troops so easily. Why there was always news of government and rebel forces fighting each other on the news.
In this land, people did not think life was precious. That was why there was so much killing.
This was a problem he could not solve. All he could do was send his condolences to the families of the deceased and give them his share of the pension.
At first, he did not want to join the funeral procession. But after joining, he realized that it could help him learn more about Africa. And the more he learned about Africa, the sooner he wanted to leave.
This was a land abandoned by God and civilization!
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