In addition, Ye Feng gave her and Naliga some mosquito-repellent herbs, so the two children could stay in the wild for longer.
Therefore, Ye Feng decided to have them act as lookouts.
With such tight surveillance, once Bai Ying successfully infiltrated, she would feel that she had evaded all surveillance.
This is a psychological trait shared by all humans: a sense of侥幸 (a feeling of getting away with something for nothing).
The two never imagined that on that dangerous night... they had arranged for hidden sentries.
In order to facilitate the implementation of the plan, Ye Feng needed to know the other party's location and actions.
Taking the initiative is always the most important thing.
However, Ye Feng is not in a hurry to implement the next step. Right now, he still needs to make the arrows as soon as possible.
In any case, having a weapon for self-defense makes one feel at ease.
As soon as Salla stepped out of the house, he saw a crowd gathered in the open space, with occasional applause and laughter.
The furnace had long since been extinguished, and bundles of arrows lay beside it. Ye Feng counted them; there were exactly 10 bundles, no more, no less.
The arrowhead also has obvious scratches, clearly indicating that it has been worn down.
He nodded in satisfaction. As someone with extensive experience in arrow forging, he could naturally tell that the 70-plus kilograms of steel...
The smelting tank can hold a maximum of 10 to 15 jin (5-7.5 catties) at a time, and each smelting takes 1 to 1.5 hours. It also requires grinding, so these people probably didn't sleep most of the night.
Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh. Although these Baijia people were backward, they possessed the most precious quality of humankind: diligence.
I thought it might be a busy day to finish this, but it saved me a lot of trouble.
"Huh?" Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, only then noticing that these arrows... were actually equipped with feathered tails.
You know, Tang Weiwei and Qi Xiaojie only managed to shoot a dozen or so birds yesterday, but there are at least 200 arrows here. Where did they get the feathers?
Ye Feng quickly stepped forward and took a look. Having dealt with harpy eagles many times, he immediately recognized that these feathers were all of the highest quality, large pieces of the outer feathers of harpy eagles.
He immediately asked Salra beside him, "Where did all this fur come from? Did you go out hunting harpy eagles last night?"
Salra shook her head repeatedly: "The high priest and the chief said that the master's orders must be completed at night. Since there were no extra feathers, the high priest told us to take off the headdresses."
As she spoke, Salla pointed to her head, and sure enough, her Indian headdress, which had been covered with feathers, was now completely bare.
Ye Feng then remembered that the Native American headdress was called the eagle feather crown, which, as the name suggests, is a traditional decoration made of eagle feathers.
Feathers are considered sacred, representing trust, honor, strength, and wisdom, and only those who have made outstanding contributions in battle are qualified to wear them.
The more feathers on a headdress, the greater the honor; generally speaking, only a small number of people possess such a headdress.
But in this tribe, almost everyone has one, probably because they have all fought against the so-called demon.
However, in any case, the weapon problem has now been solved, and the outcome is good.
At this moment, cheers erupted again from the crowd not far away, as if they were watching a circus performance.
Ye Feng stood up and looked at the crowd with a puzzled expression... "Hey, what are they doing?"
Salra chuckled... "The Stutterer and the Monk are performing their amazing skills. I was watching them the whole time, and they're really incredible."
Ye Feng couldn't help but smile at the nickname "Salla," guessing that she was treating the nickname as her name.
Ye Feng quickly walked over, and before he even got close, he heard Qi Xiaojie's stammering voice.
"Let me tell you... I'm telling you, this throwing... throwing stones is... it's my unique skill."
Even Lord Ye... Ye Feng... admires it. To learn it... you need... talent!
At this moment, Qi Xiaojie was proudly showing off his flying stone skills.
Having been bullied by other children in the orphanage since childhood, he has now found a sense of being a leader among these primitive people.
He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself...
Meanwhile, Zhan Pengwu was also wielding a spiked club, doing somersaults and performing tricks on the ground, looking just like a street performer.
The primitive people had never seen kung fu before, and they only felt that Zhan Pengwu's moves were particularly peculiar, yet they looked so majestic and domineering.
Some of the female soldiers even looked at him with obvious adoration.
Despite being an all-female tribe, the Baijia people are still warlike at heart, and the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—has always prevailed in the primeval forest.
Therefore, the strong are respected here. Strong men like Zhan Pengwu, with their muscular bodies and overflowing hormones, are especially adored by them, especially since he is a subordinate of the gods.
While everyone was watching the two of them, only Lia was squatting on the outskirts of the crowd.
She rested her chin on her hands with an expression of adoration, blinking her big eyes as she watched Tang Weiwei sharpen her knife by herself.
She seemed to have a special fondness for this man who was usually quiet but handsome.
Tang Weiwei would glance at her every now and then, her eyes darting away, her expression unnatural, whether from shyness or embarrassment.
Some of the clansmen spotted Ye Feng behind the crowd and immediately bowed respectfully with solemn expressions, making way for him.
Zhan Pengwu and Qi Xiaojie also quickly came over...
"You two seem to be having a lot of fun. Have you taken on any apprentices yet?" Ye Feng teased jokingly...
"Hehe~" Zhan Pengwu chuckled sheepishly... "You don't know, these women really love our Chinese Kung Fu. They insisted I show it off, saying it's a divine skill, haha..."
"They...they also want to learn...how to throw stones."
"Alright, stop playing around for now." Ye Feng's expression gradually turned serious. "Now that the arrows are ready, I'm going to move on to the next step. Bring out all your spoils from yesterday."
"They're all over there!" Zhan Pengwu pointed casually and saw several piles of vines at the base of the wall not far away, with many wilted green leaves still attached to them.
This is the task Ye Feng gave them yesterday...
"We searched for a long time, basically searched all the nearby areas, and brought back everything that was usable."
"Hmm." Ye Feng nodded. His plan was to take down Bai Ying and her companion, along with the Shuar tribesmen, without injuring a single person.
Having arrows only means having offensive power, but defense is still lacking.
So he decided to make some rattan shields.
He had once used this to defend against Cairnster's crossbow, while Bai Ying and the others only had some wooden bows.
Even after obtaining their own arrows, the wooden bow was still far less powerful than a crossbow; only with a shield could they remain invincible.
If so many people each had one, he didn't know how long it would take him to weave them all by himself. So he immediately asked Salla to gather everyone and start teaching the craft of basket weaving in rural China.
Even though they hadn't slept all night, when they heard that the god was going to teach them divine skills again, everyone listened intently with wide eyes, learning as if on cue...
Mastering this craft requires years of dedicated study, but if you're not aiming for high quality and just want it to stay intact and presentable, it's relatively easy.
Just like when I made the shield last time, I first used four vines to form a # shape, and then I continued to wrap and weave it outwards to expand it.
The only thing that requires a little technical skill is adding the handle.
But it wasn't too difficult. Ye Feng had experience, so he naturally knew how to teach. Once he got used to it, it would be very easy.
Before long, with Ye Feng's careful explanation, the natives mastered the skills and were able to weave independently.
After one shield was completed, Ye Feng picked it up and weighed it. The shield was a spiral circle that could cover half of his body and weighed about 10 kilograms. Even an ordinary girl who had not received any strength training could lift it.
Ye Feng couldn't wait to test its hardness.
He placed the shield about 10 meters away, then casually picked up a tribesman's wooden bow, nocked a new arrow, and shot it.
Having never used a wooden bow before, he was unfamiliar with the shooting positions and routes of this kind of low-quality bow, and it took him three shots to hit the shield.
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