Taking advantage of the night, Liang Yong drove into Samya for more than an hour. However, the road conditions here were extremely poor, there was no asphalt road, and the recommended sand and gravel road was still muddy. It took only more than 30 kilometers in an hour, and the scene that was seen made Liang Yong feel even more heartbroken. I didn’t see anyone along the way, and the village I passed was only dilapidated houses, which were abandoned for a long time. Several skinny wild dogs were foraging in the garbage dump.

Fortunately, he decided to take Banjo with him temporarily, and this guy was nagging around him, which made Liang Yong feel not too lonely. Through in-depth inquiry, Liang Yong then figured out Samya's previous political structure. The king Banjo mentioned was actually just a symbol of Samya's country, just like the royal families of Britain and Spain. It was just a symbol of the royal family and did not have much real power.

Samya's management power is in the hands of the governments elected by the Presbyterian Church of all races, and the Presbyterian Church of all races is like the parliament. Every five years, people of all races have to compete for the quota for the elected Presbyterian Church. Any tribe who wins the majority of the Presbyterian Church has the power to form a government and lead the country for five years.

For decades, the black slaves have occupied the dominant position. There were only three times in the middle that the white slaves successfully seized power with other tribes, but they were seized after only five years of maintenance. This seems to copy the outside world's ** system, but it is not a **. The competition between the various races for seats in the Presbyterian Church is entirely backed by force, and wars are often constant. When they are exhausted and injured, they sit down to negotiate. At this time, the so-called king of the Banjo family can play the role of a mediator.

Unfortunately, when the black and white dispute was about to end, an accident occurred and a nationwide plague broke out. Not only did countless people die, but even the king's family could not escape the misfortune and the situation was completely out of control.

"Banjo, what kind of tribe are you?" Liang Yong asked after hearing Banjo's explanation.

"I am the Golden Clan. Although our Golden Clan is rare, after my uncle's family dies, I am the only one left. But it does not affect the Golden Clan's lofty status in Samya at all. As long as the Golden Clan bloodline in my body awakens, I can call on the people to unite and establish a new country again." Banjo said proudly.

Seeing that Liang Yong didn't believe it, he even patted his chest and said, "Dear friend, as long as you assist me ascend the throne, I will grant you the title of national teacher and enjoy supreme honor, and your status is only below me."

"Come on! Save your life first." Liang Yong was used to his bragging and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I have a dear friend to protect me, so I'm not afraid..." Banjo said happily.

Before he finished speaking, a sudden "bang" sound was heard, and a hole was pierced in the front of the jeep, and a bullet passed through the two of them. Liang Yong was nothing. He had sensed the trajectory of the bullet before, and he slightly turned the steering wheel and let the bullet shoot in the air. He had no way to track down such blockers hidden in the dark for a moment, so he could only recharge the accelerator and drive through the dangerous area.

Banjo was so scared that he crawled under the dashboard, holding Liang Yong's thighs trembling: "Mom, help! Run..."

Every time he advanced dozens of kilometers, a cold gun would come, and Liang Yong's face became serious. He felt that things were more complicated than expected. According to the existing information, the internal riots of Samya were just a battle between the indigenous people, and there were few modern weapons. Even if there were, there was no such accurate marksmanship and modern military strategy of blocking each layer. Obviously, external forces were involved, pretending to be a mob to attack himself and prevent the outside world from helping Samya.

There are still 50 kilometers of the holy mountain, and the villages passing by are also a little angry. Although it is at night, you can still feel the inhabited people inside, and there are no sounds of cattle and sheep. Occasionally, you can see a few lights coming out of the house.

In front was a narrow mountain pass that was one kilometer above. Liang looked sharp and felt the danger increased. He slowly stopped the car and pushed Banjo and said, "Get out."

"What are you doing? It's so dangerous for the enemy outside." Banjo said nervously, reluctant to get out of the car.

"Okay, stay in the car, I'll pick you up again at dawn." Liang Yong said angrily. He jumped out of the car and ran quickly into the jungle on the side of the road.

Banjo's face changed drastically, and he didn't dare to stop in the car. He rolled out of the car and caught up with Liang Yong. He complained pitifully: "If you don't drive a car, isn't this a pity? You don't want so many supplies in the car..."

"Shut up if you don't want to die!" Liang Yong shouted coldly, and there was no time to explain to him at this time.

Banjo was so scared that he shut up quickly. Although he was still confused, he bit his lips tightly and did not dare to say anything.

The two walked hundreds of meters towards the jungle. Liang slowed down and his spiritual consciousness completely dispersed. The surrounding situation within 500 meters was revealed in his mind. No sign of the enemy was found. It seemed that the enemy was still ambushing at the mountain pass at this time and did not react for a while.

He waved to Banjo, asking him to follow him carefully and not make any sound. He wandered around the jungle and lurked back quietly, and ambushed down on a hill on the side of the road. There were big trees above their heads and jungles beside them. The enemy could not see this outside.

Liang Yong took out the Barrett blocking rifle from the peach blossom fan and set it up, and handed a desert eagle to Banjo and said, "Can you shoot?"

"Yes, I'm the Samya shooting champion." After a long time there was no sign of the enemy, Banjo became bolder and excitedly boasted. Only then did he understand Liang Yong's intention, which was to turn light into darkness and attack the enemy's ambush, which felt very fun.

"When I ask you to charge later, shoot while charging. Be sure to hurry." Liang Yong reminded him, too lazy to expose him.

The two of them were ambushing the hills and squatting for two hours. Banjo couldn't help but want to stand up several times, but Liang was stopped by him with a stern voice and did not allow him to make a slight sound. He waited until the sky gradually became brighter and the sun slowly rose in the east, and birds chirped in the woods.

Only then did he see a few figures appearing at the mountain pass. He looked here alertly and actually held the most advanced telescope with hawk eyes. Liang Yong was happy, but he still didn't move. Banjo next to him could no longer help but lie there and fell asleep. His face was on a stone slab and his saliva was flowing. Fortunately, he didn't snore when he was sleeping.

After waiting for another half an hour, two people wearing local clothes and holding black turbans were approaching the car with guns. They could imagine the doubts in their hearts at this moment. Unexpectedly, Liang Yong would abandon the car and run away, making their ambush at the pass useless. At the same time, they were very patient and waited until dawn before sending people to investigate. Obviously, these guys did not want to give up on this car. In Samya, there was a shortage of supplies, and a car was a great fortune.
Chapter completed!