Niklu burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as if he'd heard the funniest joke of his life.
"Haha... these... these backward, filthy bitch people, they're useless even if they don't die."
They're incredibly lucky to have survived this long. If we'd known it would turn out like this, we should have captured them much earlier.
Walid continued, "Once we sell them to Simpson, we can get the guns."
"With guns, I don't want anyone to dare oppose us in the jungle anymore!"
"That's right!" Chamuji slapped his thigh excitedly, his smile gradually turning sinister...
"Once we get the gun, we'll sever ties with those two old guys in the clan."
I've had enough of this damn monthly tribute!
It's a bit of a pity we didn't capture that Asian guy named Ye Feng. Otherwise, we could have made our own iron, and that would have been a huge win.
Upon hearing this, Niklu's expression darkened slightly, and he clenched his fists as he said, "It's best if we don't provoke modern people."
Oh...I forgot to tell you, just a few days after you took your people out, people from the tribe came."
"Hmph!" Chamuji snorted coldly, his nose ring trembling with anger. "How much did you ask for this time?"
Niklu shook his head in frustration and sighed... "300 jin of meat, 50 jin of animal hides, and 1,000 yuan."
"Damn it!" Chamuji immediately kicked the fire in front of him, sending sparks flying, and stood up abruptly.
"I can't stand these two old guys anymore! Every quarter they ask for exorbitant sums, talking about offering sacrifices to the feathered serpent god. It sounds nice, but in reality, the money all goes into their own pockets."
"Who can satisfy them like this?! Nicklure, contact Simpson's people tomorrow, get the money, buy guns, and if they piss me off, just shoot those two old bastards!"
Walid nodded in agreement...
They have been working independently since leaving the large tribe almost a year ago, and every month they have to pay tribute to the shaman and chief at headquarters.
The so-called feathered serpent god was the deity worshipped by their cannibalistic tribe. In mythology, he was the god who controlled wind and rain, culture, and harvest...
The meaning is to bless the people with good weather and abundant harvests every year.
After all, cannibalism originated from the fact that early cultures were backward, leading to food shortages and a lack of hunting, which drove people to eat when they were desperate for food.
Eventually, over time, cannibalism became a traditional custom.
"Boss!" A henchman suddenly walked in from outside, pointing to the open space outside with a smile, and said, "The meat is all cooked, the banquet can begin, do you want to say a few words?"
Upon hearing this, Chamuji's expression shifted from anger to joy, and he stood up...
"Alright, today is a happy day, and even more so, the day of our tribe's liberation. Let's not talk about those unhappy things."
As he spoke, he led the core members inside the room to prepare to go out and give a speech. It was Walid's idea to hold this banquet in order to win people's hearts.
To this end, he even brought out all the meat from his own house for his men to enjoy...
If he were to deliver a brainwashing speech and make grand promises at this point, his subordinates would be even more willing to work for him in the future.
But before he had taken two steps, several more people rushed out from outside the door. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the leader was none other than his own subordinate, Chagli.
At this moment, the four of them, including Chagli, had disheveled hair, pale lips, and were covered in leaves and weeds, as if they had just crawled through the bushes.
"Chagri!?" Chamuji and Walid exclaimed almost simultaneously, and quickly went over...
"Weren't you waiting for Ye Feng? How did things turn out like this?! What happened?!"
Chagley feigned extreme weakness and, after catching his breath, said, "Boss, three days after you left, that modern man named Ye Feng arrived."
There were eight of them, all of them of Asian descent. I... I originally wanted to capture them, but they were all very skilled; each of them carried a very advanced bow and arrow.
There were 16 of us in total, and now only 4 of us are left.
"What!" Chamuji was furious. Sixteen people couldn't beat eight, and they were even ambushed.
At that moment, he really wanted to kick Chagley in the face; he was just too damn useless...
At that moment, Walid suddenly smiled, his face filled with joy and excitement.
I've never been this happy, not even when I was listening to Chamuji's jokes, as if I'm about to get some treasure.
Ye Feng has arrived; the modern man he considered the smartest and most knowledgeable has arrived...
In other words, as long as you capture him and force out all the knowledge in his belly, you will become more knowledgeable, and the tribe will become more powerful as a result.
"Don't rush, tell me slowly, start from when you met them..."
Walid took the water jug from the side and handed it to Chagri. After taking a big gulp, Chagri began to explain...
He followed the script Ye Feng had taught him and recounted the story...
The plot is roughly as follows: Ye Feng saw through their ambush and killed 16 of them.
Ultimately defeated, the four were captured by Ye Feng, who promised to take them to the tribe to find the Baijia tribe women.
However, Chagli was clever. One night, while the guards were asleep, the four of them untied the ropes and escaped.
Because they frequently roamed the jungle and were very familiar with the wild, Ye Feng and his group were unable to catch up with them.
After listening, Chamuji and the others did not doubt it. After all, Chagli had been with them since the beginning of the tribe and was considered a confidant. There was no reason for him to help outsiders deceive them.
Only Walid had some doubts. He didn't quite believe that Ye Feng would let Chagri and the other three escape so easily; the story clearly had flaws.
So he frowned and continued, "Where are they now? Are you sure there are only eight of them? Do they have guns?"
Upon hearing this, Chagley felt a surge of admiration for Ye Feng, because Ye Feng had anticipated these questions and even taught him how to answer them beforehand. He slowly shook his head...
"They probably didn't have guns, otherwise they wouldn't have carried such heavy bows."
There were definitely 8 people: 6 men and 2 women. One of them wore glasses and was very accurate at throwing stones.
There were two strong men. One of them had long, upright eyebrows and was a very good fighter. He killed four of us.
The two women, one with long hair and one with short hair, both knew how to shoot arrows, and were quite accurate.
I don't know where they are, but they seem to care a lot about these Baija women. They came from the west, so they'll probably get them tonight.
After hearing this, the others were completely convinced...
During the days when these women were being escorted, Walid had interrogated them relentlessly about various things concerning Ye Feng's team.
Chagley wasn't around during this time, but the physical characteristics and special skills he just described basically matched what the women had said.
That is enough to prove that Chagley did indeed encounter Ye Feng and his group.
At this moment, Chagri kept his eyes on Walid's expression, wondering if he had fooled the smartest man in the tribe.
So he quickly took out the phone Ye Feng had given him...
"Oh right, when we untied the ropes, we found the guards were asleep. We were planning to steal their equipment and kill them in return."
Then I got my hands on this phone; apparently, it's some kind of high-tech gadget from their country.
All of them had seen cell phones in modern times, and if it weren't for the fact that cell phones generally don't have a signal in this jungle, they would have wanted to get one and use it long ago.
Chamuji wanted to see the result, but Walid snatched it away first.
After looking at it repeatedly for a while, I accidentally pressed the touch screen button.
Although Walid had never used a mobile phone before, its high-tech appearance and design were far more advanced than the mobile phones he had seen from modern people who collected mountain goods.
This suggests that Chagley's words are credible.
“West…” Walid murmured, stroking his lips…
He had dealt with many modern people, and his stereotypes of them included that they were intelligent and knowledgeable.
He instantly realized the urgency of the problem...
The other side are modern people with modern weapons, and their intelligence is incomparable to that of these Baija women.
Moreover, Ye Feng's intelligence is definitely among the best in modern times. If we don't prepare in advance, the consequences would be extremely dire if this team launches a sneak attack on our tribe.
"Chamuji, we must intercept and kill them immediately! We absolutely cannot let Ye Feng strike us first!"
Chamuji had always obeyed Walid's words, and seeing the other's solemn expression, he immediately said to Nikru:
"Gather your men immediately, bring together the strongest warriors in the tribe, and come with me right now!"
This yellow-skinned brat likes to play the savior, so this time we'll just arrest him too!
After he finished speaking, the key members in the room quickly dispersed as if facing a formidable enemy...
The natives in the open space were waiting for the feast to begin. Just as they were about to ask when the meal would start, they heard Nikoru start calling out names.
The indigenous people were inevitably a little disappointed, because this was a routine they followed every time they went out.
One of the indigenous men raised his hand and asked, "Gentlemen, where are we going so late?"
Chamuji grinned maliciously. "Of course we're going to withdraw money! And it's a lot of money. If we succeed, I'll provide you with meat for a week! I'll give each of you an extra 30 yuan!"
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