At the beginning of April, the jungle of Timor Island gradually begins to enter the rainy season of midsummer, which usually lasts for three to five months, which is the season when everything in the jungle is moist and luxuriant, but it is also difficult for outsiders to enter the jungle, because the rain in the jungle and the so-called "miasma" make the island's tropical rainforest mosquitoes and ants breed, poisonous insects are everywhere, coupled with the flooding caused by the rain, the whole rainforest has become a dangerous and impassable forbidden area.

Obviously, this natural restriction of human activity also included the local natives, and Pimont was anxious when the tribal alliance of the Chagan Basin informed the Governor of Pimont that the ore and timber exports from the basin might come to a halt because of the impending floods.

Pimont certainly knew that his ore and timber business would definitely be greatly affected under such climatic conditions, but he did not expect that it would come to a halt, which was definitely an intolerable loss.

So in April, before the rainy season officially arrived, Pimont organized an armed road team of more than 1,000 people, and he planned to build a jungle road in the jungle connecting Morro Bay to the Chagan Basin, so that during the rainy season he could continuously export ore and timber to the coast.

However, it was this road-building operation, which was seen by the indigenous tribes as an invasion of their sphere of influence, that led to fierce resistance from the tribes along the way.

Obviously, in the jungle, not everyone obeys the king of the tribal alliance who once killed his father and brother.

As the jungle was cleared and the roads were cleared deeper, the scale of the conflict grew, and eventually, the distant conflict spread like ripples in a pond, and in the end, it finally affected the jungle tribes on both sides of the Xin'an River.

The warning first came from the Luoka tribe, this morning, He Sizhi took Luoka's father to find Hou Wei and the two who were discussing work in the stilt house, Luoka's father nervously told Hou Xianglin and Wei Hong that there was a large-scale tribal conflict in the southern jungle, because several jungle tribes in the eastern Chagan Basin were forced to migrate westward because of the war, and as a result, they invaded the land of the local tribes......

Of course, the two of them know what the so-called "receiving" means, either taking advantage of the fire to rob or taking advantage of the fire, in short, because of their proximity to us, the Loka tribe received a large number of refugees a while ago, and now the Loka tribe has long been unable to speak the same day as when they ventured here to steal rice to eat.

"Where do you think the main danger is?"

Hou Xianglin asked Luo Kadao.

"The local tribes in the south can't defeat these tribes who have fled for survival, and those tribes from the east are very fierce and hateful to outsiders, and it is estimated that they will harass Xin'an City in the near future."

He Sizhi, as a translator, replied to Hou Xianglin after talking to Daddy Luoka for a while.

"How many are there?"

Hou Xianglin asked calmly.

"Three Thousand Men and Women ......"

"Thousands of strong people ......"

"It's time to get ready for battle!"

Wei Hong immediately stood up and said, then lowered his head and walked back and forth in the room a few times, only then did he realize that he was a little out of shape, and quickly looked up at Brother Hou, who looked indifferent, smiled at Luo Ka and He Sizhi and said:

"Okay, I know, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, let's prepare early......"

After Father Luo Ka and He Sizhi respectfully said goodbye and left the stilt house, Hou Xianglin's face turned into a worried look, obviously the calmness just now was pretended.

The two brothers looked at each other now, after all, this was the first time in their lives, and they were a little nervous.

During this period, Hou Xianglin and Wei Hong profoundly realized how difficult it was to rely on hundreds of laborers and rudimentary tools to build a port city with basic functions from scratch on a wasteland, let alone train a group of illiterate people who could not even distinguish between left and right into qualified soldiers in their own minds.

Of course, various infrastructure projects and intense military training made Hou Xianglin and Wei Hong's life in Xin'an City tense and fulfilling.

Well, now it's not just nervous and full, but also a white knife into a red knife to go out and play with your life!

I'm afraid we are going to go through a life test.

Wei Hong also immediately read this meaning from Brother Hou's eyes.

"It's time to step up patrolling the wooden walls."

At this time, Hou Xianglin looked up at the dark window and said.

"Patrol at night as well, just in case ......"

Wei Hong nodded and added.

Yes, it seems that the wooden wall is the only barrier in Sin'an City, for the island of Timor, which has just put down a rebellion and is in constant war, the jungle on the outskirts of the wall is full of dangers, where in addition to the scattered and hostile supporters of Orne, there are also tribes large and small that have accumulated all kinds of hatred for various reasons, and now these fleeing tribes have been added, well, it seems that we are also one of the initiators, right?

"How many bullets are left?"

Hou Xianglin frowned and asked Wei Hong a sentence without a beginning or an end, but Wei Hong must have understood, in recent days, he led the members of the garrison to engage in 57-style rifle live shooting, every day on the bank of the Xin'an River is a steady stream of ping-pong, Hou Xianglin is very worried, after the last time Wei Hong sent a telegram to the Red House that the bullets have been consumed by one-third, there is not much left now, right?

"Four thousand hairs...... Hang a zero ......"

Wei Hong was a little dejected when he answered this question, he felt that he might have made a big mistake because of a mistake in judging the situation.

"It's alright......"

Seeing that Hou Xianglin felt relieved, Wei Hong couldn't help but say hatefully, damn it, it's really not the right time to come, Brother Hou, otherwise, you will take the duchess and sister to Dili City to hide first? There, after all, there were decent walls and batteries there. The natives could not attack the city walls at all.

Hou Xianglin shook his head when he heard it and said, Brother, where are you going to put me? Don't say that, aren't there more than a thousand natives? Let's send a report to our family to report the situation, and try to get the Pride to come and support us on the way back.

In addition, quickly send someone to Dili City, so that Pimont can send us reinforcements at any time after getting the warning here, he has more than 1,000 soldiers in his hands, and it is still an important foreign aid at a critical moment.

What's more, we ourselves are not without strength, eighty-five five-seven styles, you and I all carry AK47s, we still have four Colts, plus hundreds of guys, and we can rely on wooden walls, not afraid.

Wei Hong nodded when he heard this, and calmed down a little......

The next morning, the Red Mansion and the Pride called back almost at the same time, and a telegram from the Red Mansion informed Hou Wei and the others that the Pride would change course and sail to Xin'an City, and advised them not to hold on, stay in the green mountains, and not be afraid of running out of firewood, and that it was an acceptable choice to return to Dili City.

The Pride telegram said that it hoped to arrive in time to support you, and if it was too much to support, take the team back to Dili City temporarily, and if the rebellion there expanded, it would be a big deal to take you to the ship for shelter.

Well, for Hou Wei and the others, the replies on both sides were quite touching, and at the critical moment, everyone invariably gave up other considerations and put the safety of the two first.