Early the next morning, Mike woke up the group and couldn't wait to discuss his thoughts with everyone. Jessica corrected a few points and immediately set out to ask the chief for advice. The chief only hesitated for a moment before gathering his men and began to command the details of the battle.

"What?!To go to war?!Not to be... Seth shouted in surprise

“you neng you up，you song you go home。 Jessica said coldly.

"No, what did she mean?" Seth asked, confused.

"I think Sister J means that you can go up, and if you coax you, go back to your hometown. After saying that, Yu calmly followed out.

"I'll go, when am I cowardly! Also, you kid don't bully me for not knowing English, what's the problem with this?" said Seth and ran out.

The primitive tribe learned last night that they had unintentionally caught the son of the other chief's chief, and everyone hung the kid up and drank around him to celebrate the night. Chief Sakha specially ordered the additional guards to prevent someone from coming to take back the hostages, and he slept soundly until the afternoon before calling the military advisers to discuss how much to pay the other party before releasing them. At this moment of pleasure, a guard came to report.

Guard: "Chief, it's not good! The altar has been set on fire, and the smoke is smoking! I've sent someone to probe it again." ”

The chief said angrily, "Stupid, where is the time?! Why don't you send someone to put out the fire, and then call the samurai to defend our altar!"

Guard: "Yes! Yes, I'll go right away!"

Chief Sakha turned his head and asked the military advisor next to him, "What do you think about this?"

The military advisor said, "I think this is probably a trick on their part, and there will definitely be a lot of people who can sneak into the altar without being discovered." Their main force should go to the rescue of their little chieftain. Therefore, we should send another group of people to strengthen the protection of hostages. ”

"Come with me, Strategist. "Come, send more men to protect our valuable hostages!" the Sakha chief cried out.

Confident Sheikh Sakha sat in his favorite leopard skin chair and waited for good news. After waiting for a long time, the guards rushed in in with a disgraced face.

Guard: "Chief, it's not good. The altar cannot be taken back. The enemy was on our own watchtower, and anyone who came near was machine-gunned, and I sent two waves of men, neither of whom dared to advance. The two sides are at a stalemate, but the fire is getting bigger and bigger!"

Chief Sakha clapped his hands and said, "What?!

The military advisor on the side immediately shouted: "Quick! Send someone again! Let them tie a few more layers of oxhide to the shield and rush in, the number of enemies will not be large, if you can't take it down like this, you can bring your head to the chief! Go!"

Chief Sakha thought for a moment and said, "No, I think I'd better go and supervise the battle myself." Come with me!" and the two of them got up and ran to the altar.

The perspective shifted back to Mike's side.

The chief turned to Mike and asked, "Look ahead, they've occupied the altar for three hours!" (an hour had been agreed to light a puff of wolf smoke), but they should be running out of steam. We're going to have time to help. By the way, I still don't understand, although there are some pitfalls along the way that have dragged us down for some time. But how did your red-haired companion know about this path with so few traps?" (Jessica holds the altar map in her hand, and wears an invisibility cloak to make a mark as she explores the path at the front, with the 10 commandos following closely behind her mark, while the chief leads the large army and Mike and they wait for an hour and a half before slowly advancing)

She said that traps are usually placed in places where enemies must pass, and at the same time they are places where they are rarely walked. And we walked along the water source all the way, although there were some long detours. But the water source must be the place where the other party often has to move, and it is not the only way for us to go, so there are naturally fewer traps. Mike explained

"You are really not ordinary people!" sighed the chief

By this time it was already dark, and a large army rushed to the front line through the jungle. Suddenly, there was a strange animal cry ahead.

Roar ~ Roar ~ Roar~

"Oh my God, is it a bear? there seem to be a lot of them!" exclaimed Rain

"Don't be afraid, young man. It's the howler monkey's cry, specifically to scare timid people like you, haha. The chief said with a smile.

Sure enough, it didn't go far when the torches lit up the small glowing eyes of the trees. Seeing that it was discovered, a group of monkeys scattered as birds and beasts. After several hours of running, the large force finally reached the front line. And as Mike expected. Most of the enemies who had been scattered and hidden in the woods were already surrounded by Jessica, who had temporarily occupied the altar on the third floor and the outer three floors. They immediately went up another layer from the perimeter. As soon as they make contact, they bite each other's 'butts' from behind. The two sides engaged in a close-quarters white-knuckle battle, which was fierce, and at the same time reduced a lot of pressure on Jessica in the innermost part. Although their own weapons are superior, the momentum of the opponent's vow to retake the Holy Land has increased their combat strength dramatically, and they are still numerous.

At this point, Mike shouted to the chief, "This is the time!"

The chief immediately fired his flare into the sky. With a 'chirp', a red flash pierced the sky. It didn't take long to hear the sound of explosions and fighting from within the barbarian tribe. It turned out that while Mike had asked Jessica to occupy the altar, he had the best warriors of several tribes blend into the opposing team's ranks in the clothes of the barbarian tribe that Jessica had been intoxicated with. At this moment, the opponent's team was simply a mess. Those who fled, trampled on each other, and slashed and killed indiscriminately, were suddenly overwhelmed and defeated by Mike and the others. (Dad's handbook says: To defeat an enemy that is several times your size, you first need to shrink yourself to nothing, and then burrow into its head and wait for it to destroy itself)

After the battle, Mike and his party immediately rushed into the altar. When I arrived, I found that behind the huge waterfall was a stone altar carved out of the artificiality. Jessica checked around with a thermal imager, but it turned out to be just a regular tribal altar. They worked in vain for a long time, and the frustrated expressions of several people were out of place with the soldiers who had just won a great victory. The chief regained a large part of the territory and rescued his most beloved youngest son, and was very happy, treating them as guests, a must-have for rare and exotic fruit meals, and made them tribal warriors and gave Michael and Jessica a wolf skin, which they couldn't shirk and had to accept. But what they didn't expect was that the chieftain of the civilized tribe wanted all the prisoners of war of the barbarian tribe to be slaves forever. It's unimaginable to them! What age is it, and how can a tribe that looks a lot of civilization still have such unbearable customs. After several persuasions from Mike, he explained to the chief that even if they occupied the altar, they were no longer accustomed to the primitive life in the deep mountains and old forests, and could not stay for a long time. And keeping them as slaves will still have the possibility of being rebelled at some point, so it is better to let them go back first, and then build a road to the altar. The sharing of the altar is the long-term solution. Although the chief pondered for a long time, in the end he chose to ignore Mike's words, and all the prisoners of war of the primitive tribe were reduced to slavery. The men were assigned to the mines to mine for free. Among the women, the young and beautiful ones were robbed to be concubines, and the old and decrepit ones were used as maids and servants. I heard that the daughters of the chiefs of the primitive tribes were even sold to brothels, and the sons were killed......

Mike and his gang regretted the change they had made. I didn't expect this human text to be so fragile in the face of unlimited power...