But by now the wooden tower has already run away, and even if I chase after it, it will probably be of no use.
Moreover, it will only put oneself in danger.
But the people of the Muta tribe around him panicked. After all, even if the Muta was a hothead, he was still the leader of the tribe.
If something happens to the chief of this tribe, then their tribe can be considered to be at the mercy of others.
Of course I know how the people in their tribe feel, but I obviously can't let them continue to repeat the same mistakes and go to their deaths.
So he quickly turned around and looked at the people following behind him.
“You need to understand that going out now won’t save him, and it will only cost you your lives. You stay here, I’ll go check on him first…”
But before I could finish speaking, a series of rustling sounds came from around us as we had set the traps with the vine nets. It was clear that something had fallen into the traps.
The local indigenous people around them immediately grabbed their tools and weapons and turned around to look behind them.
I glanced back, but it was already dark. For safety reasons, we didn't have any torches or lighting tools with us, so we couldn't see anything around us or even know what was wrong.
But at that moment I heard a series of footsteps outside. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were obviously coming towards us. I knew without a doubt that the Utas tribe and those pirates had found the place where we were hiding.
I couldn't help but curse inwardly. The wooden tower was far too hasty. What was the difference between running out like this and suicide?
Just then, I suddenly saw a torch draw a strange arc in the sky and then rush towards the walls where we were now hiding.
I cursed inwardly. These indigenous people must have known we would hide here, so they're trying to force us out.
But the situation outside is unclear. If we dare to show our faces, the outside world will be riddled with bullets, and we'll all die anyway.
But if they continue to hide here and wait to be exposed, the outcome won't be much better.
I gritted my teeth, thought for a moment, and immediately turned around and patted the indigenous person closest to me.
"Go find the wooden pagoda!"
I tried to be concise and clear in my speech, making sure he understood every word. But after listening to me, the indigenous man just frowned and clearly didn't understand what I meant.
I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. This damn Mandarin, if it's not widely spoken, will really be a hassle to communicate with.
If we manage to escape death this time, I definitely want to teach these indigenous people Mandarin properly when I have the chance.
But now was not the time to dwell on these things. I immediately took a deep breath and continued to gesture with his hands. After gesturing for quite a while, the indigenous man finally understood what I meant.
He nodded to me very seriously, then quickly got up and ran out. He was very fast, and because there was so much noise outside, he didn't hear anything at all.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him run into the woods immediately. By then, the torches in the distance were getting even closer to us.
At that moment, I even heard a man shouting, and after listening carefully for a few sentences, I realized that he was speaking English.
However, I really don't know anything about English. Xu Wei isn't here right now, and neither is Li Peng. I can't communicate with these people at all, and I can't even understand what they're saying.
However, judging from their tone and speed, they must have been very angry.
That's true. These traps of ours are no joke. Even if you don't die from falling in, you'll be badly injured.
The indigenous people surrounding me all looked terrified. One of the younger children was even trembling slightly with the knife in his hand. I suddenly felt a pang of pity.
Although living on this deserted island is a cruel thing for everyone, I can't imagine how indescribable it must have been for these children to live in such a barbaric era.
I patted him on the shoulder, and another little indigenous man looked at me with a nervous expression on his face.
The voice grew increasingly agitated, and more and more torches began to fall around us.
Fortunately, this deserted island had been cleansed by a wildfire before, so there wasn't much dry grass or dead branches in the woods. Even if the torches fell around, there was no need to worry about them causing a fire and exposing our surroundings.
But it was clearly not going to work to keep waiting like this, and I didn't know how capable these indigenous people around me really were.
If I don't understand the chances of surviving if I force my way through, I absolutely cannot gamble with everyone's lives.
I thought about it again, looked around at the open space on the left, then patted the child who was still trembling and gestured in that direction.
What I mean is to let them go first, and I'll stay here to draw attention. If it really is the Utas tribe and those pirates, then I can at least buy them a chance to escape.
But after gesturing for a while, the child understood, and his expression became very strange. Then he shook his head very seriously, clearly disagreeing with what I said.
Just then, the noisy crowd not far from us suddenly cheered, and then I heard a very familiar voice.
The little indigenous man who had been standing next to me with a very determined look suddenly froze. His lips moved a few times, and he clearly said something, but I didn't understand. Even though I didn't understand what he was trying to say, I could still hear the voice of the person outside, because that voice was clearly Muta's.
Muta was clearly very agitated. He was shouting something, and although I couldn't understand a word, I could tell from the serious expression on the little indigenous man's face that something terrible must have happened!
I cautiously peeked out and, out of the corner of my eye, saw that Muta and Mulin were tightly bound together by two indigenous people. A large crowd had gathered around them, each holding a torch that blazed brightly, and the surrounding environment was clearly visible.
What's strange is that I didn't see any pirates around these people, only these native children.
The little local standing next to me got so excited that he wanted to stand up and rush out, but I quickly grabbed him.
We then calmed the people behind us down; this situation was something we hadn't anticipated.
After all, our initial plan was just to ambush these people, but we didn't expect that Muta would be captured. This is really a damn tricky situation.
After all, Muta was the leader of the Bunois tribe. There's a saying: to catch a thief, first catch the king. If the king is gone, the tribe will be doomed...
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