"He is your god, right?"
The man in plain clothes remained silent, only able to glare at him angrily...
Chamuji turned to the crowd and said, "These women are still counting on their god to save them, so tonight, we'll do it to them in front of their god! Hahaha!"
After saying that, he began to tear at the cloth clothes.
Although the Baija tribe also had the custom of mating with men from other tribes, they considered themselves female warriors and generally could only take the initiative themselves.
Apart from those who were abducted and taken away, many of them had never experienced such a humiliating treatment.
What's more, the other party is also their mortal enemy...
But now they are like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
The scene was chaotic; someone who didn't know better would think that the Zhipan people were filming a movie there.
Tatis and Kratti escaped the attack, but they were heartbroken and in unbearable pain.
He could only watch helplessly as his people were harmed, and in the end, he closed his eyes and began to chant incantations.
I hope Ye Feng can descend from the sky at this moment and punish these walking demons.
But all of this can only remain a fantasy in the end...
At that moment, Salla and the others, who were in the grass a hundred meters away, saw the whole scene but were powerless to do anything about it.
During this time, Lia tried several times to rush forward to save her people, but Salra always stopped her.
She knew that she couldn't save her people in the past; in fact, she would only have to sacrifice herself.
These four women are now the tribe's only hope.
The absurd and extravagant scene continued until the early hours of the morning, when Chamuji and the others, having eaten and drunk their fill, finally fell asleep contentedly.
However, they assigned more than twenty people to stand guard at night, each of them being the strongest native in the group, and they were also equipped with bows and arrows and knives, to watch over the women who were tied together at all times.
This left Salla and her group with no chance of rescuing them.
The next morning, before the sky was fully bright, Cha Muji and the others got up early.
Their tribe is about 30 kilometers away, which is quite a distance.
They weren't the only ones in the jungle eyeing these women, so to avoid any unforeseen complications, they had to get these women back to their territory as soon as possible.
However, it was still dark, so they could only eat their dry rations for the time being and wait for the visibility to be completely clear before continuing their journey.
Just as everyone was munching on their dry biscuits, the cry of a baby suddenly came from the house furthest away.
This tribe currently has a total of 9 houses. Last night, to prevent any sneak attacks, Chamuji gathered everyone in one house, so no one was discovered.
But as soon as the sound was heard, everyone present looked towards that room...
At that moment, Lillian, who was bound and disheveled in the crowd, suddenly widened her eyes, her expression terrified, like a startled bird.
She had just given birth yesterday, and before she fainted last night, she had put the baby in the house.
They had initially thought that since Chamuji and the others hadn't discovered it, the child might have escaped unharmed.
But making a sound at this point would cause a lot of trouble.
The other side is a cannibal tribe; this name is not without reason.
They often had a habit of cannibalism, even eating their dead clansmen and relatives, and were even more inhumane towards their enemies.
In their belief, devouring an enemy grants them all the enemy's power, making themselves stronger.
Therefore, those killed by them usually do not have their bodies intact.
And babies have soft, tender skin and no bones, which is why they consider them the most delicious of all.
"Slurp~!" At this moment, many cannibalistic natives had already begun licking their lips, and some even had drool left on their lips.
"Oh dear, I almost forgot about that." Chamuji slapped his forehead, only then remembering that when he sneaked in yesterday, he learned that someone in this tribe had given birth, but then he got too busy and forgot about it.
He was indifferent to the idea of cannibalism, after all, he had been influenced by modern civilization to some extent, and was not as primitive and barbaric as his fellow tribesmen. He also did not believe that eating enemies would make him stronger.
However, it's nice to change things up since I'm tired of eating dry, bland flatbread.
He casually pointed into the house...
"You guys, go...get the food out."
The henchmen beamed and dashed out, seemingly even happier than the night before.
They have no concept of morality or humanity; they think cannibalism is perfectly normal, just ordinary eating, especially against enemies.
This is like how every Korean feels that China is copying their culture; it's a deeply ingrained idea from childhood, and they feel no shame whatsoever.
Soon, a local man with big yellow teeth bared his teeth and grabbed the crying baby by the back of the neck.
Even the cloth wrapped around the baby had been discarded, and the baby's bare body was still flailing its arms and legs...
The locals, however, continued to laugh heartily, showing no pity whatsoever.
"No!" Lillian tried to move forward, but was kicked to the ground by a native.
"Behave yourself! If it weren't for the fact that you can make a little money, I'd eat you too!"
Even primitive people have maternal instincts, let alone women who have just given birth. This is the time when maternal instincts shine the brightest.
Lillian quickly got up, no longer as fierce as before. In order to save her child, she could only kowtow and beg for mercy.
"Please, eat me! Please, spare my child!"
Her soft pleas for mercy did not earn her any pity, but rather unrestrained, loud laughter from those around her.
These cannibalistic natives seemed to relish the sight of their so-called enemies begging for mercy, even if the other party was just a woman.
"Get out of the way!" Another kick landed on Lillian's head, leaving her dazed.
Chamuji stood up, walked forward, grabbed the baby, and looked him up and down...
Although she was a baby girl, she was far too young. Raising her would consume a lot of food, and no one would sell her. She would also be a burden to others.
He certainly wouldn't take care of an enemy's child, nor did he have the time.
Chamuji muttered to himself...
"It's such a small thing, there's not enough to share, how are we going to eat it?"
Upon hearing this, Ark quickly offered a solution...
"Boss, don't they have an iron pot? They can just make some soup and each person can have a sip."
"Okay. Let's do it that way." Chamuji nodded in approval.
Everyone quickly set up the iron pot and got busy...
After the water boiled, Chamuji took the child and walked to the scalding hot iron pot...
"You beasts! You demons!"
"Come and eat me if you dare! Why treat a child like this!"
"If you're so capable, don't tie me up! I'm going to kill you all! I'm going to skin you alive!"
......
The members of the clan who were praying for the baptism all cursed in helplessness and grief. The clan members were their relatives.
How many people could sit still when they see their loved ones about to be killed?
Lillian was almost sobbing uncontrollably. Seeing that pleading with them was useless, she could only kowtow before Ye Feng's statue, crying out in a hoarse voice:
"My lord! Come quickly and save your people! We need you..."
This was of course useless. After a while, Lillian could only lie on the ground, her face ashen and her voice hoarse from shouting. She couldn't even move an inch.
No one could understand how she felt at that moment; it was as if her heart was being gripped tightly.
Chamuji glanced at the statue, touched his bald head, and looked smug...
"See? Even your Allah doesn't care about you anymore, hahaha..."
To tell you the truth, even if he were the real person, I would eat him too!
"What a ridiculous and foolish people! They actually regard a yellow-skinned person as Allah! Even if we don't capture you, you'll probably perish on your own soon enough."
With that, he casually flicked his hand, and a burst of boiling water erupted from the pot.
The previously noisy crying had now become unusually quiet.
"Ah!!!" A tearing and mournful cry escaped Lillian's throat, and then she fainted from overwhelming grief.
Salra and Lia had just arrived in the bushes outside the tribe and were picking up their arrows to shoot when they unexpectedly encountered this scene.
The two people and two children were stunned on the spot...
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