The following day at noon, within the cannibal tribe—
The women of the tribe were preparing lunch as usual, and smoke was rising from the chimneys of the wooden houses everywhere.
The clanging and clattering of spatulas inside the wooden house showed that their lives had become completely modernized.
The scene resembles a rural area in China in the last century, but the conditions surpass those of most ethnic tribes in the Amazon.
"Hahaha!" A burst of wild laughter suddenly echoed from the open space of the tribe...
Chamuji led a long procession of women into the tribe's open space.
He swaggered around with an air of arrogance, like a triumphant general returning home, shouting loudly...
"Nicolus! Kaga! Kids! I'm back! Hahaha!"
His voice was deep and resonant. Soon, figures appeared at the doorways of various wooden houses, both men and women, most of them still holding bowls.
One of the men, a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a mustache, ran out of the house and gave Chamuji and Walid a warm hug.
He was the third-in-command of the tribe, ranking below Chamuji and Walid, and was specifically responsible for sales and finances.
He was responsible for contacting sellers and selling the supplies that the tribesmen obtained each time they went out; he was essentially a steward.
"Haha! So much good stuff! We've struck it rich this time!"
When he saw the Baijia women, his mustache twitched with laughter, revealing his lewd nature.
Chamuji waved to his men behind him, and they began to pick up whips and drive all the women to the open space.
The women looked very weak after several days of trekking through the jungle.
Many of them had bloodstains on their bodies, clearly indicating that they had been whipped for disobeying orders.
"What are these women? Nikru! Look at what I have here!" Chamuji smirked arrogantly, raised his head, and twirled the knife hanging from his waistband and the bow on his back to show them off.
The man named Nikolai glared at him, snatched the axe from his waist, and then touched the bow on his back...
He rubbed his eyes hard, seemingly unable to believe it, as if he were dreaming.
"My God, that's a steel axe, and a compound bow!?"
Chamuji nodded with his usual arrogant air...
"I've seen these things at the market; one costs more than a second-hand pistol! Where did you guys get them?"
Upon hearing this, Walid chuckled and interjected, "Let's go inside and talk about it. This journey has been exhausting, and these women are quite unruly. Oh, by the way, where's Kaga?"
“He’s been building the cage in the back. You’ve come back just in time; it should be almost finished today.” Nikru pointed behind him.
After chatting for a few minutes, the group had their henchmen escort all the women to the back of the cabin.
Here, more than 20 wooden cages, each about half a person's height, are neatly arranged on the open ground, and a dozen or so locals are hammering and banging on the cages, seemingly reinforcing them.
The leader was a native named Kaga, who wore a silver earring in his left ear and had a small hole in the middle of his right ear, as if something had pierced through it.
He had short, curly hair and was pointing and gesturing as he spoke to the locals.
"Make sure the cages are nailed down tight. If they're not secure enough and someone escapes, I'll eat you alive!"
Just then, Yak and a group of his underlings walked over with the women.
Kaga was clearly startled when he saw so many women, but he quickly burst into laughter just like Nikru.
"Wow, you guys are something else. There must be over 90 of them, right?"
“Ah, almost.” Ark handed him the rope that was holding the women. “Here you go, I’m going to rest now, I’m exhausted from this journey.”
"Alright, alright! Go ahead..." Kaga took the rope, smiled, and walked up to Tatis at the front. He smugly lifted Tatis's chin...
"Oh~ Isn't this our High Priest Tatis? What? You couldn't escape this time?"
At this moment, Tatis was disheveled, his hair was messy, the face paint was completely gone, and there were clear five-finger marks and bloodstains on his face, indicating that he had been beaten quite a bit along the way.
She glared at Kaga through gritted teeth; he was an old friend of hers. The last time she led her people on a relocation, it was because this very same native had led an attack on them.
"Ugh!" Tatis grew angrier the more he thought about it, and spat directly onto his face.
"Ugh! You damn bitch!" Kaga slapped her hard, sending Tatis sprawling to the ground.
"High Priest!" The female warriors behind her wanted to help him up, but their hands were tied behind their backs, so they could only glare at Kaga helplessly.
"Wendigo! Let me go if you dare, I want to duel you!" Kratti said as he charged forward, but was kicked over by Kaga.
"Hmph! A duel?! With your pathetic appearance, what are you all doing?!" Kaga casually summoned a few of his underlings...
"Lock those two old women in the water dungeon. Before I sell them, I'm going to teach them a lesson for their foul mouths!"
"Alright!" The four henchmen grabbed the two men and jumped into a nearby cesspool. Inside were three larger cages, which they used to punish disobedient tribesmen and prisoners.
Tatis and Kratti were only about 1.6 meters tall. In the foul-smelling, murky sewage, one could see some maggot-like crawling worms, just covering their throats...
The nauseating smell constantly assaulted their nasal passages, making them want to gag.
But Kaga felt that this was not enough, so he went straight to the puddle, took off his pants, and opened the floodgates to release water in front of the two of them.
"You two old hags, you got away last time and even shot through my ear! This time, I'll show you what I'm made of!"
Meanwhile, as he was torturing the two men, two heads emerged from the left and right sides of a large tree more than a hundred meters away.
Salra and Lia had many small scratches on their faces, which showed that they had been spending a lot of time in the bushes lately.
Watching their people being locked up one by one in cramped spaces like dog cages, their hearts ached.
For the past few days, they had been following Chamuji's main force, hoping to find an opportunity to save some of their people.
However, Walid was clearly wary of them, and whenever they stopped to rest and spend the night in the jungle, he would carefully check whether there was anyone within a hundred or two meters.
Even at night, more than a dozen people would work together to keep watch.
Several times the two almost got exposed; if they hadn't run fast, they would have been caught in the crossfire themselves.
They have now followed the enemy to their base camp, where they are currently guarded by only a dozen or so men.
This was their best chance, so the two decided to take a gamble.
If we don't take action soon, our people will be sold off to various places, and then it will be difficult to find them.
"Salla, are you sure you know how to use an adult's repeating bow? Can you shoot accurately?" Lia looked at Salla holding the compound repeating bow with a very doubtful expression.
"It has to work, even if it doesn't work." Salra's hand holding the bow trembled slightly, clearly indicating the strain.
She had heard Ye Feng describe the characteristics of this bow: it was powerful and could be used without nocking an arrow, making it ideal for long-range, rapid kills.
This bow is very effective when facing multiple enemies.
However, it is much heavier than a regular bow. Although she has been practicing these days, she is, after all, a woman, and her strength level cannot improve so quickly.
"Let's go, this is our last chance, we can't wait any longer."
"Hmm." Their eyes were filled with determination. After exchanging a glance, they prepared to crawl forward.
But they had only climbed a few meters when, as they passed a patch of vegetation, several large hands suddenly emerged from the grass, quickly covered their mouths, and dragged them into the vegetation.
"Damn it!" The two men thought to themselves that things were not going well. Being attacked at this time meant that the other side had definitely discovered them.
Sure enough, as soon as they turned their heads, they saw four cannibalistic natives wearing nose rings, who were pinning them down so they couldn't move.
One of them was someone they were very familiar with—Chagley, whom they had recently lost to.
"Ugh! Ugh!" The two men had their mouths covered, so they could only groan. They couldn't even take out their stun guns.
At that moment, Chagley spoke up... "Stop fucking struggling! We're here to help you!"
Upon hearing this, the two women were suddenly stunned; they both felt as if they had hallucinated.
This local tribesman, who had recently attacked the Baija tribe and seemed to be a trusted confidant of Chamuji, actually offered to help him?
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