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Africa is a vast country with deserts, grasslands, and jungles, and most of it remains pristine.

Guinea is located on the Atlantic coast.

Coastal areas have a tropical monsoon climate, with high temperatures and abundant rainfall year-round, while inland areas have a typical tropical savanna climate, with moderate temperatures due to their high latitude, and the year is divided into two seasons: a rainy season and a dry season.

Even during the dry season, Guinea is not short of water. Rivers are everywhere, making it a paradise for animals!

For most people, this place would be difficult to adapt to, but for special forces soldiers who have been training for years, there is no danger at all.

Thirty retired GRU special forces soldiers, wearing their old camouflage uniforms and carrying... axes, began to build their own camp in the forest. To establish a long-term foothold here, they needed a base camp to stockpile various supplies and use it as a base when needed for missions.

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Just as a special forces soldier was cutting down a tree, a python suddenly sprang out of the tree, its red tongue flicking, and lunged at him!

The special forces soldier remained calm and took a step forward. With his right hand, he grabbed the snake's head from behind, and with his left hand, he skillfully pulled out a multi-functional dagger and cut open the python's vital parts, stuffing its heart, gall bladder, and other organs into his mouth.

"Valisi, you're in luck today," his companion said.

"There's enough for everyone. This python is enough for all of us to have a meal. Hey, there seem to be python eggs on it?"

No wonder the python attacked; it was protecting these eggs!

“These eggs will be boiled and used for breakfast tomorrow!” Varisi said excitedly.

"Here, we don't need any supplies at all; the jungle provides enough food," Captain Zaitsev said with a chuckle. "This is truly a wonderful place; apart from not being able to drink vodka, it's practically paradise!"

“Once the base is built, we will build a wine cellar and brew wine using the local potatoes.” Antonina came out of the tent and looked at everyone: “Now that we are here, we certainly can’t be without wine, but… we still have too few, so we will have to make use of the local natives.”

How to use it?

Antonina looked at the python: "Let's make use of it."

Ten kilometers away from the base, beside a tributary of the Jani River, lies a small village called Kulai.

The villagers have lived here for generations, and apart from occasionally going to the market in a town hundreds of kilometers away, they live a life almost completely isolated from the world.

When they were hungry, they would pick fruit and hunt; when they were thirsty, they would drink water; and when they were bored out of their minds, they would light a campfire and then sing and dance.

The village consists entirely of mud houses, with branches forming the main structure and a layer of mud plastered on the outside. Although large amounts of mud are washed down every time it rains, it's very simple to just shake the mud back on afterwards.

The simpler life is, the easier it is to be happy.

Village chief Barakad sat under a big tree at the village entrance, basking in the sun. The rainy season was fast approaching, and by then, they would hardly see the sun anymore!

Barakad's grandson, Gilasi, is playing football with some friends. The football was bought from town four years ago, but it quickly went flat. Since there was no air pump in the village, they stuffed some grass and leaves into it and kept playing. It is still the favorite thing of these little black kids.

Girassi dribbled past his opponent in one fluid motion, rushed to the opponent's goal, and then unleashed a powerful shot!

The soccer ball flew over the goal made of tree branches and headed straight for the back.

"Damn it!" Gilasi said angrily, then jogged off. Whoever kicked the ball away had to pick it up; that was their rule.

Barakad watched his grandson run to retrieve the ball, still thinking to himself whether he should buy another football next time he went to the town market. This football was practically rotten; for his grandson's sake, it was worth the trip…

"Ah... Waaaaah..." Just then, Gilasi's cries suddenly came from the woods.

Barakad immediately ran over; although he was already in his fifties or sixties, he ran faster than a young man at this moment!

When they got closer, only Gilasi was crying. There were two rows of clear teeth marks on his arm, which were blackened. He had been bitten by a poisonous snake!

Barakad tensed up instantly. In their backward village, being bitten by a venomous snake meant certain death! A child in the village had died that way last year, and now it was his grandson's turn.

"Girasi, how are you feeling?"

"My arm feels numb, I can't feel anything."

It's over! The snake venom has started to spread upwards. Even if he risks his own life and sucks the venom out of his grandson's mouth, it won't work!

How to do how to do?

Just then, a roaring sound suddenly came from outside. It was the sound of an engine that was rarely heard in the town. Had outsiders arrived?

Barakad listened carefully and quickly determined the direction of the sound: from the river beside him!

He quickly ran over and stood on the riverbank. He saw a rubber boat appear in the river. The engine at the back of the boat was humming. A man and a woman were sitting on it. The man was driving the boat from the back, while the woman stood in front, holding a strange object in her hand, snapping photos of the scenery on both sides of the riverbank.

An outsider, indeed an outsider! Only an outsider has the solution to snake venom!

“Hey, hey, friends outside, come here for a second!” Barakad shouted.

The two people in the rubber boat seemed to have heard this and immediately headed this way.

"What's going on?" the woman asked in French.

The official language of Guinea is French, but the various ethnic groups there have their own languages. Barakad, as the village chief, is well-informed but only knows a few words, so he uses language and gestures to communicate.

Fortunately, the woman understood, picked up a box from the rubber boat, and headed into the woods.

At this moment, poor Gilasy was foaming at the mouth and looked like he was about to die. The woman quickly took out a syringe and gave Gilasy an injection.

More and more villagers gathered, looking at poor Jilasi.

His arm, which had been bitten by the snake, was already bandaged, and then it moved slightly, then slightly again.

It's alive! It really came back to life!

Barakad was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Dear friends, thank you for saving my grandson's life!"

"Of course, we are your good friends."

"Friends, we are good friends. Would you two like to stay? We'd like to have a bonfire party tonight to thank you for your selfless help!"

"Okay."

Antonina chuckled inwardly. These guys are so simple-minded. What would they think if they knew that she was the one who had the snake placed there?

However, they will never know that they and Zaitsev were just passing by, and that they were on the river, and that they came after being called by them. How could all of this be such a coincidence?

If you want to establish yourself here, you need to get along well with the locals, and now is a good time to start!