The silent night, disturbed by the sudden commotion, suddenly restless.

The shouts became clearer and clearer, and there was a faint sense that someone was running up the mountain, and the expedition members invariably grabbed their weapons and watched around vigilantly.

In the darkness, a figure appeared up the hillside, holding a bucket of things in his hand, and Santiago shouted angrily that he was not allowed to move.

The bonfire, doused with water, roasted the beef shank, was ruined.

Staring at the uninvited guest in front of them, everyone was stunned, and suddenly rushed over to press him to the ground, scolding in their mouths: "!

The man's eyes were blank, and he struggled desperately, screaming something he couldn't understand.

Native Americans.

Zheng Fei was still sitting on the high rock, watched quietly for a while, glanced down the mountain, and then shouted, "Don't mess with him!"

Hearing the shouting, the angry team members stomped on the native several times, and then dragged him up and held him down.

At the same time, the shouting from below the mountain gradually subsided, and a dozen or so natives slowly climbed up the hillside, spears in their hands, poorly workmanship, sharpened stones and tied to sticks.

In their eyes, there is one thing to see - the fear of the unknown.

They have lived here since they were born, and they have never seen this strange race in front of them, their clothes are not animal skins, their weapons are shining with cold light, and they are still so big.

They wondered, could these people be messengers sent by the legendary tribal gods?

A hint of awe rose from their eyes.

Zheng Fei jumped down, looked at the natives, looked at the unlucky man who was being held, motioned for his subordinates to let him go, pointed to the roast beef leg lying in the mud on the ground, shrugged his shoulders, and stared at him with an inquiring gaze.

The unlucky man blinked a few times, as if he understood, and pointed to the extinguished bonfire, holding his hands up, his expression exaggerated, and a hula hula sound came from his mouth.

What he meant was that the fire was terrible and would burn the whole mountain.

Zheng Fei couldn't understand what he wanted to express, guessing that it was because he was afraid of fire, so after seeing the fire in the distance, he ran over with a bucket and poured it.

Either way, it's good that there is no hostility.

As soon as he thought of this, he heard another noise under the mountain, and in just a dozen seconds, a sturdy native jumped up, holding the bone knife used to dismember the beast in his hand, roared angrily, and pounced on Zheng Fei.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zheng Fei is the boss, even if he is an ignorant native.

Zheng Fei subconsciously took a step back, and was about to calmly meet the enemy, when Santiago rushed forward, grabbed the native's wrist with one hand, and pressed his abdomen with the other hand, and in everyone's amazement, a hysterical roar, like an overlord lifting a crown, lifted the whole person high, and threw it five or six meters away.

The man rolled twice on the ground, got up nimbly, looked much more cautious, and confronted Santiago on the spot.

The natives who watched around stared incredulously at Santiago's thick arm for a moment, then at the loser, shaking their heads nervously and muttering about something.

The loser was their leader, named Little Bison, who was nicknamed Mad Dog when he was a teenager because he was desperate to fight.

Others called him the Blowgun Killer, or the Wild Cowboy, and at the age of twenty-one, he killed a brown bear on his own, and later added the name that still exists to this day: the Brown Bear Hunter.

Indian names, always so strange.

Santiago moved his arm and smiled at Zheng Fei with a relaxed smile: "Didn't you say that the enemy is stronger than me?"

"You're a dead pervert. Zheng Fei replied, looked at the loser who was bowed and staring at not far away, and took out the wine jug.

The loser spat and wiped his mouth with hatred, pulled a flute-shaped thing from his waist, and put it to his mouth with a cruel smile.

Suddenly, in the midst of lightning, Zheng Fei threw out the wine jug with a whoosh, hitting him in the head, and hitting him to the ground.

"Hold him down!" Zheng Fei shouted, glaring.

I walked over, picked up the flutes scattered on the ground, looked at them carefully, and sure enough, they were exactly what I thought.

Blow arrow, the Indians are accustomed to medium-range attack weapons, arrows are usually smeared with curare poison, most of the curare poison is made of the roots, shoots and bark of several plants, a small part is extracted from highly poisonous animals, the most beautiful frog in the world is also the most deadly species - poison dart frog, the name is from this.

The venom will relax the muscles, and once the muscles that control breathing are relaxed, it will be fatal, not to mention Zheng Fei, even if it is a jaguar, it will be impossible to escape death if you get caught in this thing!

"Hey. Zheng Fei lifted the blowpipe and pointed at the loser who was pressed to the ground, his eyes like a torch.

The loser clenched his fists in hatred and struggled hard, and when he found that he could not move at all, he sighed and buried his face in prayer.

His companions never came to his aid, but stood by in a daze, even dropping their spears.

Zheng Fei wanted to ask, why did you attack me, but language communication is a big obstacle.

The Brown Bear Hunter, the loser, is hostile to the uninvited guests because they beat their own men, and as the leader, he must do something to regain his dignity.

All of this is a misunderstanding.

As for the indifferent reaction of his companions, it stems from the rules of the tribe, and he must not help the leader in battle, otherwise he will insult the leader.

The brown bear hunter lies on the ground, trying to struggle every once in a while, and there is a sign of primitive ruthlessness and indomitable in his eyes.

Zheng Fei glanced at the natives in the audience, and beckoned Santiago to bring the dry food and distribute it to them.

Bread, with diced meat inside.

The natives took it, took it in their hands, and turned it over to look at it, not understanding what it was.

Santiago grumbled and took a bite.

The natives hesitated for a moment, and finally had the courage to take the lead.

The moment the bread was eaten, his expression immediately changed from nervous to enjoyment, and he couldn't help but sigh, which made everyone else talk, even the brown bear hunter was a lot more settled.

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