They had fought with many tribes, so they could naturally understand the Pirahã language of the cannibals.

It means, "Kill! Charge!"

Pirahã is actually Portuguese, but the cannibals who have lived in the Amazon for a long time developed their own language family.

The two are somewhat like the authentic Mandarin spoken by Chinese people, which is the same as Beijing dialect.

They can understand each other, but the pronunciation of Beijing dialect, as well as some dialect words and word combinations, are different.

At this moment, all the Baija warriors frowned, and Tatis clenched his fists.

In terms of the harm done to the Baija tribe, cannibals were no less than the Shuar tribe.

If it were a matter of mortal enmity, and one had to choose between the two, 99% of the Baikal people would choose cannibals.

Because they are the real Wendigo, they take away useful young women after each raid on the Baija tribe.

The old and the very young were killed and eaten, leaving no one with a complete corpse.

That's how Tatis's sister, the previous high priestess, died.

"Damn Wendigos, they've found their way here! Fine! This time, we'll settle the score with you!"

"Everyone! Take up arms and avenge our fallen people!"

"oh!!"

The deafening howls were no less deafening than those of the cannibals outside. In the past, their first thought would have been to flee...

But things are different now. With Allah's blessing and the divine artifacts He bestowed upon them, they all feel incredibly powerful.

With a series of battle-ready shouts, they immediately grabbed their bows, arrows, and shields and ran out of the camp.

Upon reaching the outer jungle, they discovered that the cannibals had already reached the outpost.

A group of people were gathered around the tree under the sentry post, pulling out knives and chopping at the tree...

They seem to want to capture the people inside the sentry post alive.

Just then, Tatis arrived with his men and unleashed a volley of arrows without saying a word.

The cannibals who were cutting down the trees couldn't dodge in time; sharp arrows pierced their bodies, and screams of agony filled the air...

In just one wave, four of the opposing team members fell.

However, Chamuji quickly rallied his men and launched a counterattack...

His team had 12 recurve bows. Although their craftsmanship was not as good as that of a modern recurve bow, their power was much greater than that of a wooden bow.

As a nation known for its fighting spirit, their reaction was not bad; they immediately hid behind trees and began exchanging fire.

"Shoot them in the legs! Don't kill them!"

These women were all money to Chamuji, so naturally he couldn't possibly kill them.

But his idea was clearly unnecessary. As soon as they drew their bows, the female warriors raised their shields and crouched down to block them.

Ye Feng had taught them how to make shields, so after he left, they made many themselves, basically one for each of them.

Ye Feng had said that this thing could even stop a compound bow with a lower draw weight, let alone a low-quality recurve bow.

Arrows rained down on the shield, making a thudning sound.

However, it only pierced the wooden board glued to the outside of the shield, and it probably didn't penetrate very deeply.

"What?" Although he already knew that these women's equipment was much better than before, Chamuji did not expect that the shields they made would be so sturdy.

The recurve bow with iron arrowheads couldn't penetrate the seemingly inferior rattan shield at all.

After a volley of arrows, Salla and Lia quickly stood up and fired two arrows.

There are so many people on the other side, it's difficult for them all to find cover in a short time.

The modern composite bow is incredibly powerful; its penetrating force pierced through the bodies of two cannibalistic natives, and the arrows, still possessing some power, pierced the people behind them.

With just two arrows, four people on the other side were killed or wounded.

Chamuji witnessed all of this. These women, whom he could easily manipulate a few months ago, had now undergone a complete transformation in their fighting power...

The fighting has barely started for a minute, and they've already lost eight men. If the fighting continues, the consequences will be unimaginable.

So he immediately ordered everyone to retreat. After all, his goal was just to buy time and distract the enemy; there was no need to fight to the death.

Nearly a hundred people began to fire as they retreated, heading deeper into the jungle.

Shadows darted through the jungle, and a commotion arose...

But Tatis did not let them off so easily, because she spotted Chamuji among them at a glance.

The enormous pig-tooth nose ring was extremely conspicuous; even with its back turned, the white nose ring, almost reaching the roots of its ears, was still visible.

"Chamuji! You demon, don't even think about getting away! Chase after him!"

The hatred of the Baija tribe towards cannibals is like the hatred of the Chinese people towards the Zhipan people; it is ingrained in their very bones.

All the female warriors, as if injected with adrenaline, angrily pulled the bowstrings in their hands again and again.

They had waited too long for this day; such an opportunity to personally avenge their enemies was rare, and no one wanted to miss it.

All the female warriors were bloodthirsty and relentlessly pursued them.

Meanwhile, Walid and Chagri took advantage of the opportunity to sneak to the outer perimeter of the camp.

At this moment, only a few sentries and some elderly, weak, women and children who could not fight remained guarding the open space of the tribe.

Their eyes were fixed on the distant battlefield, wooden bows in hand, looking eager to help, completely unaware that real danger lurked behind them.

Because their attention was diverted, Walid and his companions were able to climb to the edge of the wooden fence without difficulty.

Walid winked to the side, and Chagri then aimed at the location of the large iron pot...

In just a moment, he pulled back the slingshot and launched the paper packet containing the sleeping pills.

With a "thud," the paper package was successfully dropped into the pot without attracting anyone's attention.

Two more paper packets popped out of the pot in quick succession; as they entered, the boiling water immediately tore the paper apart...

The whitish powder inside slowly dispersed and blended with the rich broth.

Walid smiled and gave Chagri a thumbs up. "Good lad, you've really done well. I'll credit you for this."

Chagley gave a slight, sinister laugh, his triangular eyes narrowing into slits...

"Hehe~ Brother, if you ask me, there are only a dozen or so people left here now, and they are all old people and children. There's no point in keeping them here."

Wouldn't it be easier if we just charged in? I can take care of at least five of them by myself.

“No way.” Walid refused decisively, slapping him on the head. “You need to use your brain when you do things. We need people, but we also need weapons. We can’t let them find out.”

What's the point of killing them? We still won't get the weapons. Let's go, we should inform Chamuji to retreat.

After saying that, the group quickly climbed back out.

About ten minutes later, Chamuji and his men on the front lines were in a complete retreat, having already withdrawn several hundred meters.

They suffered at least 30 casualties, while the Baija tribe suffered no casualties and fought with increasing ferocity.

It wasn't that their fighting ability was lacking, but rather that, aside from the difference in weaponry, they never even considered killing these women outright.

After all, the death of a woman means they lose money, and each Baija woman is a precious asset.

"Whoosh!" Another arrow shot out from the opposite side, piercing through the body of the subordinate in front of Chamuji. The arrow passed right through Chamuji's body, even flying past Chamuji's cheek, and finally stuck in the ground.

"Big brother! If we don't run now, we're all going to die here!" Yak said, hunching over and hiding awkwardly behind a tree.

"These damned bitches!" Chamuji cursed angrily. He also wanted to retreat, but if the tactical objective was not achieved, wouldn't his underlings have died for nothing?

Just as he was at a loss, Walid and his men suddenly emerged from the jungle beside him.

Before he could speak, Walid hurriedly said, "Chamuji, we've finished our business, let's get out of here!"

Chamuji breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and immediately gave the order.

"Use the stun balls! Retreat now!"

Upon hearing this, the natives who were being shot like rabbits immediately took off the cloth bags from their backs.

After rummaging through the contents, they each pulled out a round sphere about the size of a baseball.

Upon closer inspection, the sphere was actually formed from the fusion of dried-up plants...