This was the first time I had spoken so vehemently and harshly since becoming friends with Wang Ping.
Wang Ping was also startled by my tone and attitude. His face turned pale, and after a short while, he took a deep breath.
"I was being narrow-minded. I just felt it was really inappropriate for us to risk our lives for this tribe right now. After all, Wang Xiaoxiao and Liu Jiaojiao are still so young. We don't have guns or ammunition, not even the most basic medical equipment. If any conflict breaks out under these circumstances, we'll all be either killed or seriously injured!"
"That 'Xiaoling Stone' thing, they don't allow its use here, and they say it's strange. We didn't bring it with us when we came here before. What if we get injured now?"
Of course I know Wang Ping's concerns, and I understand that the reason he said those things to me was actually because he was thinking of us.
But I know that sometimes, once this interdependence is broken, our situation will only become more difficult.
I looked at Wang Ping and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little nervous just now, but I'm ready to rescue him. You just need to stay here and protect the others with Chen Jian."
Wang Ping immediately shook his head upon hearing my words: "That won't do. Although I don't agree with us getting involved in this, it's even more unacceptable for you to go into danger alone. I must go with you. That way, more people mean more strength. Also, I've thought about it. Mu Lin and Mu Ta are, after all, crucial people to this tribe. If we can really rescue them, even if they can't survive alone, they can still rely on this tribe! I know you're thinking things through quite thoroughly, so please forgive me this once!"
Seeing Wang Ping like this, I actually felt a little embarrassed.
However, since Wang Ping had already said so, it would seem strange for me to refuse again. So I didn't say anything more, but just patted him on the shoulder to show that I agreed to his idea.
That evening, I stopped Mu Cuo, who was anxious to rush out to save people, and carefully devised a plan.
But in the end, the plan was no different from not having one at all, because all that was needed was for me to take two indigenous people and Wang Ping to the profit center of the Utas tribe that I had discovered earlier in Mulin.
If we can find where Muta and Mulin are being held, then we can rescue them.
In retrospect, this method of taking risks alone, though somewhat strange, was the only way.
After hearing our explanation, Mu Cuo immediately shook his head and refused: "That won't do, it's far too dangerous! First, those pirates must have been prepared all along, just waiting for you to walk right into their trap. Second, the Utas tribe has fought us countless times, and they've already captured my brother. I'm afraid my brother is already..."
Mu Cuo's eyes suddenly reddened as she spoke, and even if she hadn't continued, I knew what she meant.
But I don't think this tribe would kill the wooden tower so hastily.
After all, the Utas tribe already knew about our alliance with the Muta tribe.
Moreover, this matter could very well become a very important handle against the Ertas tribe.
Because of Muta's very special status, and the fact that he has been captured and taken hostage, there are many things they can do as long as they have control over him.
Therefore, a living wooden pagoda is far more useful than a dead one.
Mu Cuo's expression remained somber even after hearing my analysis.
She disagreed when she learned that we were going to Mucuo, because she felt that she should go with us.
However, although women can be very meticulous at times, if a fight breaks out, Mu Cuo could very well become a hindrance to us.
I refused repeatedly, but I couldn't persuade her otherwise.
"I must go, I absolutely have to go! I want to see my brother come back alive and kicking, I have to see that my brother is safe!"
I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so in the end I had no choice but to take her along.
We didn't waste any more time. That very night, we packed our tools, took the extracted anesthetic juice, and followed our memory to the mountaintop of the Ertas tribe.
When we arrived, there were bonfires everywhere around the Utas tribe, making it very bright.
Mu Cuo, holding a steel knife, lay prone beside him. She glanced at the situation ahead and whispered, "Didn't you say we were going to use a feint? I'll take Ah San and Ah Si to the side to draw their attention. Then you and Brother Wang can attack from this direction. If my brother isn't dead, he should be in the innermost guardhouse of the Ertas tribe. If you succeed, run first and don't worry about us. We'll have a chance to escape on our own."
After Mu Cuo finished speaking, she got up and wanted to go down the mountain, but I grabbed her.
“That’s not what we said when we came. Don’t be in such a hurry. Even if we’re going to use a feint, we absolutely can’t let your group go. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll take someone and go over there to make a commotion first, and then you and Wang Ping and the others will go to rescue your brother. There will definitely be a lot of guards inside, so be careful when you go in.”
Before Mu Cuo could say anything more, I had already stood up, holding the large axe we had forged earlier in my hand.
Wang Ping stood to the side, looking at me intently for a while, but didn't say anything. After a long while, he finally sighed deeply.
"Sihai, you must take care of yourself. Don't worry about the rest."
I nodded and immediately led the indigenous man named Ah San down the mountain from the other side.
After running down the mountain, we saw firelight all around, but visibility was already poor. After circling around twice, we finally saw those house-like structures made of wood and vines in a small grove of trees behind us.
I couldn't communicate with the Indian guy, but he was quite efficient. He took the kind of flint we had made before, tapped it twice, and immediately lit the dry grass on the ground.
I immediately grabbed an axe and chopped at a nearby tree, making a loud noise, while mimicking the howling tone that the indigenous people often used.
When Ah San heard me call him that, he got even more excited and joined me in calling out for quite a while.
Finally, there was movement from the Utas tribe. I immediately heard a rustling sound in the grass.
The Indian man immediately made a gesture, and I could tell he meant there were lynxes here.
Of course I knew that there would be no shortage of lynxes around this Utas tribe, so I immediately followed the Indian and quickly retreated into the depths of the forest.
Hopefully, the two of us can draw most of the fire, buying more time for Wang Ping and Mu Cuo...
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