Now that these weapons and money are right in front of him, how could he not be tempted?
"Walid, we're rich!" Chamuji excitedly grabbed Walid's forearm tightly, his lips curving into an exaggerated smile.
"With these women, we can completely break away from the chief and the high priest and become an independent tribe."
"Then, as we expand our tribe and conquer other tribes, we won't have to take orders from those two old men anymore."
Walid excitedly grabbed his hand, expressing his agreement.
In fact, not all the people of the Amazon are united, especially those who have been influenced by modern culture.
The more knowledge you have, the smarter you are. The more ideas you have, the greater your ambition becomes.
Unlike those primitive indigenous peoples, who only know that whatever the chief and the high priest, the two highest officials, say goes.
The rules are unshakeable because they are the so-called spokespeople of God.
Even if it means sending their own people to their deaths, they can justify it by saying that they died for the god they believe in.
But such lies cannot fool Chamuji and Walid.
They were educated and knew a bit about the outside world; they had no desire to continue obeying the orders of the old men in their clan.
He uses a vague and ethereal faith to rule his people, thereby consolidating his dictatorial position and remotely controlling everyone.
What faith or god? Having weapons and men—that's the true god who sets the rules for this land.
So the two of them have been living in the jungle, collecting anything they can sell for money.
So that one day I can be in charge.
It must be said that, as semi-modern people, these two people's ideas are not wrong at all; on the contrary, they are very correct.
Unbeknownst to them, they have already developed the mindset and ambition of modern people.
The two slowly snapped out of their grand plans, and Chamuji said with a serious expression, "Walid, this is a great opportunity given to us by heaven, and we must not miss it."
"And we need to act quickly, otherwise those Shuar beasts will find out, and we'll be finished."
Walid hummed in agreement; he naturally understood this, but still patiently advised, "We can't rush things. These women's weapons are better than ours right now..."
Moreover, there are quite a few people involved, and there are these wooden fences and sentry posts. We definitely can't just start fighting like before.”
"What do you mean? Aren't you interested in these weapons?" Chamuji clearly didn't understand Walid's meaning.
“Of course not.” Walid shook his head with a smile, his eyes still brimming with greed. “What I mean is, we have to outsmart them.”
Although these women possess advanced bows and arrows, their intelligence remains primitive.
Let's go back first and get ready.
After saying that, the group of five slowly retreated.
Once they returned to the outer perimeter, they told their men everything they had seen.
Upon learning that the enemy possessed numerous expensive weapons, the men became incredibly enthusiastic.
Yak immediately declared that he wanted to storm in and seize the weapons, but Chamuji decisively stopped him.
They wanted the weapons, but they were also curious about the owners of those weapons.
Having dealt with the Baija tribe for many years, they knew very well that the Baija tribe could not have transformed into this state in just a few months. This must have involved the help of modern people.
However, this is where the problem lies: if there are indeed modern people in this tribe, then it would be quite difficult to harm these women.
As the most knowledgeable and intelligent strategist in the team, Walid naturally knew that the wisdom of modern people far surpassed his.
So the best approach is to avoid provoking them, but what if the other party insists on helping these women?
Under everyone's expectant gaze, he thought for a while and finally sent out another small team to infiltrate the outskirts of the Baijia tribe.
Based on my observations, today is an important day for the Baija tribe to have a baby. If there were any outsiders in the tribe, they would definitely participate in the event.
The immediate priority is to determine whether there are any modern people hiding here, how many there are, and what weapons they are carrying.
After assigning the tasks, Walid took out a wooden jar containing white powder and a few thin pieces of paper from his bag.
Chamuji asked in confusion, "What is this?"
“Heh heh…” Walid chuckled slyly, a smug look on his face. “Have you forgotten? A few days ago, when we passed that pond, I picked some calla lilies.”
These are powders made from dried calla lilies and datura flowers; if ingested, they will cause dizziness and drowsiness.
These women have better weapons than us, and their archery skills are quite good. The only way to take them down without taking damage is to drug them. That'll be it in a bit..."
He rambled on for a while before Chamuji finally nodded in understanding.
"Okay! That's settled!" He then waved his hand behind him again. "Chagley, where's your slingshot?"
A scruffy-looking local with triangular eyes and a goatee immediately bowed and walked to Chamuji's side.
Compared to him, who was wearing a modern short-sleeved shirt, this young man named Chagli was only wrapped in a straw coat and wore straw sandals, clearly a primitive indigenous person.
He pulled a wooden slingshot from his waist. You could see that the rubber band on it was wrinkled, and it was hard to tell how long it had been used.
Chamuji took the wooden bow and examined it, his face showing some worry. "Are you sure this thing can be accurate? Can you hit it at a distance of 20 meters?"
Chagley looked embarrassed and scratched his head. "It definitely won't work if it's a moving target, but if it's a larger, stationary target, it'll be fine."
"Okay!" Before Chamuji could speak, Walid took out a small paper packet tied with vines, which contained the pollen he had just packed.
"All you need to do is put this into their pot, can you do that?"
Chagley weighed the paper package in his hand, patted his chest confidently, and grinned lewdly. "No problem, leave it to me."
Three hours later—
The reconnaissance teams they sent out returned one after another, and the result, naturally, was that they had not found any modern people.
Upon hearing this news, Walid breathed a sigh of relief.
In his eyes, even if these women were given an AK, there would be a way to solve the problem, as long as there was no help from modern people.
After all, he had fought the Baijia tribe several times and won every time. His lack of strategic thinking was always his Achilles' heel.
Around 5 p.m., after a brief division of labor, everyone began to work.
They said they were divided into two teams, but in reality, Chamuji, Yak, and 95 others were all gathered together...
Only Walid, along with Chagri and his five henchmen, went to the other side.
The camp was still filled with laughter and joy as everyone cheered for the new member.
A large iron pot was placed on the open ground, sitting on a newly built earthen stove.
This pot was seized by Ye Feng when he killed the Shuar tribe natives while rescuing Liya.
Ye Feng hadn't intended to bring them along, but Salla and Lia felt it was a pity, so they took them along for a while.
However, she later found it inconvenient to carry this thing around, so Lia hid it by the roadside.
Because Ye Feng had taught them how to make stews, they immediately retrieved the pot after cleaning up Bai Ying, Dato, and the others.
After all, with their current skills, it's completely impossible for them to forge such a large iron pot; it would be such a waste to throw it away.
The pot was emitting a fragrant aroma; it contained a generous amount of wild game stew...
Lia was intently watching the pot, while Salra was polishing Ye Feng's statue, and Tatis was dancing hand in hand with the other tribesmen around the fire.
However, this harmonious and joyful atmosphere was soon shattered by a high-pitched, piercing cry of a hawk.
"Gah~"
Everyone present immediately stopped what they were doing and looked toward the source of the sound.
They have a habit of keeping watch, and the cry of an eagle is a signal of danger.
Just as they were stunned, a deafening battle cry erupted from afar...
Even from over 150 meters away, they could still faintly hear the slogans and language that had once terrified them...
"Meda! Ah, cool!"
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