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Johnson and his tribesmen talked for several hours. Zhang Feng was also very happy, sitting on the root of a tree and teasing Feng to play.
As the sky gradually darkened, Johnson walked up to Zhang Feng with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Feng, my father, the leader of our tribe, has promised to walk out of the jungle with you, but there is one more thing."
"One more thing? You just say it directly. Why do you two have to be secretive when talking?" Zhang Feng asked.
At that moment, Johnson spoke out about the problems facing the tribe.
It turned out that there was a conflict with a nearby tribe, and many tribesmen were captured by the other side. The bloodstains and traces of fighting seen along the way were also left behind because of this.
Johnson's father agreed to leave the jungle, but he could only leave after rescuing his tribe.
Zhang Feng did not give Johnson an answer immediately, but said, "Let me meet your father. You will be the translator for the two of us, and I will talk to him face to face."
Johnson nodded and led Zhang Feng towards the tribe.
Zhang Feng's eyes stayed on these tribesmen and he kept nodding. From the looks of the fifty or so young men he just saw in front of him, all of them were extremely strong and powerful.
If they were trained a little bit, they would all be iron-blooded warriors with explosive combat prowess.
Looking at their living conditions again, I feel sad again. It's easy to imagine how the primitive tribes who drank blood could survive. Even the poor tribesmen held stone knives in their hands.
Arriving in front of Johnson's father, the man immediately stood up, put one hand on his chest, and respectfully spoke a series of Aboriginal words.
Johnson translated on the side: "My father is thanking you for saving me."
"Uncle, there is no need to say thank you. I regard Johnson as my own brother, so I came to you with him. Johnson and I also said that as long as your tribe comes out of the jungle with me, I will give you I will provide you with enough food and shelter, and I will train you and issue you weapons. All you need to do is fight for me," Zhang Feng said straightforwardly.
(The words translated by Johnson are omitted...)
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Johnson has already told me that I can promise you. But you have to ensure that my troops
The elderly, young children, and women who have fallen behind cannot fight. "
Zhang Feng did not expect that this clan leader would care so much about his people, and he had never thought about sending women, children, and children to the battlefield. He immediately said: "Of course. And I can ensure that the newborns can get education. If you want to when they grow up, I will even pay for them to study. The price is still your loyalty to me!"
"Yes! As long as you rescue our captured tribesmen, I will lead the tribesmen away with you, and I will be loyal to you and fight for you!" said the man.
"Can you find where they are?"
"If you can find it, it's in the jungle about thirty kilometers away from here."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was now six o'clock in the evening and said: "Rest until eight o'clock first, and then set out to save your tribe."
After a while, Johnson brought the roasted meat and berries to Zhang Feng, and even prepared a rabbit that was still alive for Feng.
Sitting next to Zhang Feng, Johnson said gratefully: "Brother Feng, I don't know how to thank you."
"Thank you for what? Your tribe is loyal to me. I give them what they deserve. There is no gratitude." Zhang Feng said casually.
It was obvious to Johnson that Zhang Feng said this to comfort himself. There are countless mercenaries in this African land who want to capture primitive tribesmen like themselves, either to sell them or to serve as slaves.
The grilled meat tastes quite good. I don’t know what natural seasonings are added, but it leaves a fragrance in your mouth.
Some brave children saw Feng hunting rabbits and came closer out of curiosity. Feng held the hare in his mouth and roared at the children, but they were not afraid. In the end, Feng took the rabbit into Zhang Feng's footsteps and began to eat it.
After filling his stomach and resting until eight o'clock, Zhang Feng stood up on time and said: "Johnson, ask your father to find someone to lead us. After rescuing your tribe, we will go back to the original route without any further stops. ”
"Okay, Brother Feng."
A moment later, Johnson's father, the patriarch, quickly came over with about twenty strong men. Each of them held a knife in his hand and a sharp spear on his back.
Turning to Johnson, Zhang Feng said
Said: "Johnson, what does this mean? Isn't it just to solve your tribe? Do you still need to mobilize troops?"
Johnson looked a little embarrassed and said: "Brother Feng, this is a war among primitive tribes. We not only need to rescue the tribesmen, but also kill the other side's tribesmen and annex the other side."
Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say much. Now that the other party is not loyal to him, he has no right to order the other party.
Johnson's father quickly shuttled through the jungle. His body, which was two meters long, was as flexible as an ape and his speed was very fast.
Zhang Feng looked at them and nodded secretly. These primitive aboriginal people are simply natural jungle warriors. If they are well trained, even the most elite special forces will have a big headache facing them in jungle battles.
After running for a distance of thirty kilometers, the sky had turned completely dark, and the dense leaves completely blocked the moonlight, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
The jungle is filled with the chirping of insects and birds.
Johnson's father stopped and turned to look at Zhang Feng behind him, who was breathing evenly. He couldn't help but nodded slightly and said, "One kilometer further is the opponent's territory, where my people are being imprisoned."
Zhang Feng nodded and whispered: "Now I am marching in front, and you follow me." After saying that, Zhang Feng quickly got into the jungle.
Johnson's father was still hesitant. Johnson whispered a few words in his ear, and he felt a little relieved, and then he called his tribe to follow Zhang Feng.
The closer he got to the opponent's station, the more surprised Zhang Feng was. The opponent's secret sentry was set up quite reasonably. It seemed that practical science was indeed good.
Keeping the location of the secret whistle in mind, he turned around and lowered his voice to tell Johnson the location.
Johnson told his father, but the man was hesitant. Did he really find the sentinel? Why didn't I find it myself
Suspicious, he turned around and ordered several men to attack the sentinels hiding in the dark.
Within ten minutes, all the men sent out rushed back, each holding a human head in their hands.
Zhang Feng frowned. An Shao had obviously broken his neck and then cut it with a knife. This could be seen from the wound.