Two vehicles, one in front and one behind, rushed hundreds of kilometers long, struggling and swaying along the not-so-good highway, and arrived at a relatively large market town.

"Is this Kagabandoro? It's a bit different from the town I imagined."

According to the geographical knowledge that Jia Long knows, Kagabandoro is the capital of the "Nana Gribizi Province". Even if it is not developed, it will at least look like a city.

But when he really got here, Jia Long realized that he was thinking awkwardly.

This town is really just a small town, with no tall buildings and not many cement-built buildings.

On the outside of the town are a large number of simple houses, as well as houses built with trees, tents, and iron. There are many locals who seem very poor, doing nothing everywhere.

"This should be a homeless refugee camp. Because there have been signs of war in recent years, people who fled can be seen everywhere. It is said that a fire broke out in the Kagabandoro refugee camp some time ago, burning many people to death. Now it seems that it has returned to normal."

Jia Long looked at the refugee camp on the road from afar.

It is said to be a refugee camp, but in fact it is just a simple building, tent, and gun-carrying soldiers coming and going.

The town of Kagabandoro, further away, does not look much better than this refugee camp.

"Cagabandoro is the capital of the Nana Gribizi Province of Zhongfei. The urban population is about 30,000. Of course, in my opinion, this population is the same as that of Goma City. It counts only tens of thousands, but the actual population around it reaches hundreds of thousands, and the inaccurate amount of water is very large."

Jia Long whispered the knowledge she knew.

The population is definitely wrong, because Jia Long looked from a distance and there were thousands of people in the refugee camp site alone, and the towns were scattered in this small rainforest area, sparse, at least tens of thousands.

Of course this is just her own estimate, and she can't tell the actual number.

Jia Long and the others drove straight along the highway to the inside of the town, saying that the inside of the town was still full of yellow mud, but the houses on both sides of the road began to improve a little, and there were many brick-concrete houses.

Some vendors also place their spare parts at wooden nailed stalls for sale, and even some advertising signs appear on the roadside.

If there were no war, this Kapabandoro should have been able to develop, but unfortunately the war has caused the place to lose its potential for development.

Hubiao followed the pickup truck and walked through the slightly prosperous area of ​​Kagabandorona, which was only a few hundred meters short.

They continued to move forward for hundreds of meters, and a tent appeared in the girl's eyes on a planned flat ground.

The soldier who spoke E-language on the back of the pickup truck pointed to the tent and slapped at Jia Long.

Of course Jia Long understood his meaning.

This should be their destination - a temporary gathering place for aiders from various countries in Cagabandoro!

The entire tent area should have been built at a very fast speed, but in the large mountain forest, this area is still planned with conciseness, at least dozens of times better than the messy refugee camp outside.
Chapter completed!