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The next day, Cuiling cooked fish porridge with a bag of potato chips and African catfish.

Lang Mingxi had already made wooden basins for the three of them to eat in. After they took away the "fish porridge" meant for their own family, they lent the small stainless steel buckets to others to cook fish soup.

Because Cui Ling's family was in the camp, the survival process wasn't too difficult for everyone. They had food and water, gathered and hunted, and repaired their shelters. Everyone had things to do, and their spirits were relatively good.

As noon approached, everyone in the camp was busy preparing their lunch.

Suddenly, a deep rumble broke the silence of the camp. People looked up and saw an armed helicopter slowly approaching. The rotors churned the air, producing a deafening noise.

"Are they insurgents?" a local Black man jumped to his feet, his voice trembling. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"I don't remember the government forces nearby having helicopters. Could it be the rebels who came to kidnap people?"

"Hide!" someone whispered, quickly disappearing into the bushes. The others, unsure of what to do, frantically followed, hiding in the undergrowth and holding their breath.

In the bushes, people's faces were filled with tension and unease.

The helicopter slowly hovered above the riverbank, lowered a rope ladder, and the cabin door opened. A soldier in camouflage quickly slid down the rope ladder with clean and efficient movements, carrying weapons on his back.

After he landed, the helicopter took off again and continued to circle overhead. The riverbank here was narrow and not suitable for helicopter landings.

"Don't be afraid! We are a rescue team sent by the ***** Armed Forces. We're here to pick up some Chinese people. Where are they?!" The rescue team soldier shouted into the bushes in English and French, but his local accent was so heavy that it was difficult to understand either English or French.

But Cui Ling and the others understood what Ni Hao said.

The people in the bushes looked at each other, unsure how to react.

The captain hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and slowly stood up, tentatively asking in the local dialect, "Are you a rescue team? Were you invited by the Chinese?"

The soldier nodded: "Yes, we were hired to pick up that Chinese family. Where are they? I heard there are women and children with them."

The captain hesitated as he looked at Cui Ling and her family of three.

Cui Ling and the others emerged from the bushes where they were hiding.

Actually, they didn't intend to hide. They had already received messages on their phones indicating that someone was coming to rescue them, but they didn't expect the other party to arrive so quickly. They were just following the crowd.

Lang Mingxi went up and asked the soldier a few questions, and learned that the Lin family had paid a lot of money to hire someone to rescue them.

The soldiers checked their passports and found that the people were correct, so they immediately urged them to board the helicopter, which would fly directly to the Chinese embassy in their country.

What Lang Mingxi didn't know was that their rescue team was afraid someone would try to intercept them. After all, more than one rescue team had been dispatched. The sooner they brought the people back to the embassy, ​​the sooner they could receive their payment, and they'd heard there might even be an extra bonus. So the rescue team members were extremely anxious, wishing they could carry the three of them onto the plane immediately; they couldn't wait a moment longer.

They said they still had luggage, and the soldiers immediately went to help them get it. While they were packing their luggage, the helicopter that had been circling overhead landed again.

Seeing the Chinese man go to get his backpack and prepare to board the plane, the others rushed up and asked the rescue team to rescue them as well.

Cui Ling and her family of three looked at these people with some hesitation.

The rescue team soldier was quick-witted. He announced that they also had speedboats on their way to search for others along the river. He told the others to wait a few hours, as they would be taken to a nearby town by speedboat, and then the tourists could continue their journey.

In addition, their plane cannot carry that many people, and the city they are flying to is quite far away, making it unsuitable for everyone.

When the others heard that the helicopter's destination was Dar es Salaam, they hesitated, thinking it would be better to wait for a ship to come and rescue them.

Only Jim and his son approached the soldiers and offered to pay two thousand dollars in cash to switch seats and fly back to Dar es Salaam together.

The rescue team would naturally not refuse the extra income, especially since there were actually enough seats on the helicopter.