Zhao Li quickly came up with an idea. He told Pan Bufeng, pointing to a dirt slope on the left, "Old Pan, go back and get some men to fetch some red cannonballs. Bring some more supplies. When you come back, stand on that dirt slope on the left and wait for my command to light the fire. Once the cannonballs explode, they'll scare these people off."
Pan Bufeng asked: "Will these people let me go back?"
Zhao Li didn't answer. He gestured to the Sweet Potato Tribe chief: "You fools, you guys with brains as small as beans, I tell you, I like women and money. I also want to be your grandfather, you idiot chief, you idiot!"
Zhao Li babbled incoherently, which the other party could not understand anyway. He pointed at the chief, laughed at him, and cursed him.
Chief Yumi started to communicate with Zhao Li using sign language. Fortunately, after a long time of using sign language, they could roughly understand what the other party wanted to express from the gestures.
At this moment, Zhao Li was acting madly, singing and dancing, sometimes furious, sometimes laughing, and his gestures were so varied that it was hard to tell what was going on.
Chief Corn's eyes widened, he must have been devastated inside, what was going on?
The natives of the Sweet Potato Tribe were even more surprised. They had no idea what Zhao Li meant. Not only them, but Pan Bufeng and the others also couldn't understand what he meant.
People stared at Zhao Li's performance in a daze. Finally, Zhao Li felt a little tired. He patted Pan Bufeng's shoulder and said, "Brother, go get the magic weapon. I'll show you the rolling thunder later!"
He then waved his hand to signal Pan Bufeng to leave quickly, and Pan Bufeng pushed through the crowd and walked out. None of the natives tried to stop him; they continued to watch Zhao Li's bizarre performance. Then Zhao Li pointed at Pan Bufeng and sat down.
The natives probably understood that these people wanted their companions to return to retrieve magical tools, similar to the various strange objects used by wizards to exorcise diseases. So they obediently made way for Pan Bufeng to return.
Chief Sweet Potato didn't dare to do anything to Zhao Li and the others for the time being, but he was unwilling to let them go, so they just confronted each other.
Zhao Li and the others sat in the center of the square, surrounded by the Sweet Potato Tribe, weapons in hand. The indigenous women and children looked at them like monkeys, and the chief of the Corn Tribe simply sat down.
Time is long. After all, the dragon boat from the shore has to cross several mountains to get back here. Maybe Pan Bufeng will be the second one when he returns here.
The chief of the Sweet Potato Tribe had a daughter. Despite their copper-red skin, these women were all sturdy and tall. The Sweet Potato chief's daughter had a nice figure and a pretty face. However, these women wore very little clothing, covering only their private parts. This made Zhao Li and the others shy when they saw these young women.
The Sweet Potato Chief's daughter glared at Zhao Li at first sight. Zhao Li's heart tightened: My chastity, this woman won't let me be her son-in-law, right?
He guessed right. The girl whispered a few words in the chief's ear, then gave Zhao Li a charming and coquettish look.
Chief Sweet Potato muttered a few words, and immediately two natives jumped out, picked up Zhao Li and left.
"Your Highness!" The people around Zhao Li immediately panicked. Just as they were about to stand up, they were immediately pointed at by a group of natives with spears.
Zhao Li was thrown into a very simple thatched hut made of animal skins, tree barks and firewood.
They were originally a group of natives, living like savages. Zhao Li looked at everything around him in horror, and then a woman floated into the house. It was the chief's daughter.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with soft animal skins. The chief's daughter first prostrated herself before Zhao Li. Zhao Li felt a little relieved, as she must have considered herself a deity.
Yes, the girl did think that Zhao Li had done it. However, she was quite clever and had a bold idea, so she gave her father, Chief Sweet Potato, an immature suggestion.
This bold idea was to ping the envoy, and then she would become pregnant with the envoy's child, and she would be the only woman in the tribe who was pregnant with the envoy's child.
The girl who had been prostrating herself before Zhao Li then stood up and began to pounce on him.
"You, what are you doing..." Zhao Li, who had experienced countless big battles and even escaped death countless times, actually shrank back in fear.
"You can't do this. I'm not that kind of person. Oh, be gentle. What happened? Wow... Damn..."
On the second day, Zhao Li returned to his group in dishevel.
Several crew members were worried all night, and one of them asked, "Lord Li, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"
Another person looked at Zhao Li's disheveled clothes and asked, "Lord Li, did they torture you?"
Zhao Li nodded: "That's right. Fortunately, I would rather die than surrender, so I survived this disaster."
Another person immediately expressed sympathy: "We have been waiting here freezing all night, and we are very worried about the safety of the Prince. I think the Prince must have suffered a lot, and I didn't expect the enemy to be so fierce."
Zhao Li immediately nodded in agreement. "Cruel, indeed, that woman nearly killed me. It's unbearable, truly unbearable."
Several people were shocked: "Is the prince injured?"
Zhao Li smiled and said, "Not really. That woman is amazing. Hehe, I like her."
Everyone was immediately confused again. What does "awesome" mean? I like it.
At this time, the chief of the Sweet Potato Tribe sat on his chair again. His daughter twisted her hips and walked to the chief in a coquettish manner and whispered a few words, then smiled and turned around to wink at Zhao Li.
"Shameless!" Several crew members immediately began to protest, but Zhao Li winked at the girl with an attitude of a cheap husband and a cheap wife, and the crew members immediately became suspicious.
Fortunately, someone came from the hillside on the left at this time. It was Pan Bufeng with a dozen of his men. Pan Bufeng had already buried the shells under the slope, and then waited with torches.
The natives immediately began to whisper again. Zhao Li nodded to Chief Corn. Chief Corn stood up and began to talk to Chief Sweet Potato again. The two of them chattered for a while.
Zhao Li clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. Zhao Li pointed toward the western hillside, and Pan Bufeng lit the fuse of the cannonball, then led his men into hiding.
"Rus'anhei! Rus'anhei!" Zhao Li shouted while pointing at the slope. He had vaguely guessed that the Rus'anhei mentioned by these natives probably meant a god.
With a loud "boom", flames rushed out and the slope was instantly razed to the ground.
With a whoosh, the natives retreated in fear, and even Chief Sweet Potato was so scared that he rolled off his chair.
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