With Abduna's slightly trembling translation voice, the originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down. Many women who hugged their children tightly lowered their heads and sobbed involuntarily. Even the black gunmen, who are usually a little heartless, have their heads drooping......

As Tang Guoming said, in Africa, where the law has almost lost its environment, many tribal members are no strangers to sudden attacks and inexplicable massacres. For a spring in an arid region, for a small hunting ground that will disappear with the wind at any time, or even for a quarrel during the exchange of daily necessities, on a dark and windy night in a certain month, the grass house where you live will be set on fire, and the rusty machete will whistle and slash at your neck!

And after that, the victors began to excitedly wave bloodstained machetes and sing and dance beside the lit grass huts. The loser shivered and hid in the wasteland, and waited until the victor had left, when he scoured the burning embers for what little possessions he had, and began to look for the next settlement away from the victors.

Too many people have fallen in this almost aimless search – first and foremost the wounded, the weather and environment in Africa are more suitable for the law of the jungle of survival of the fittest, and the wounded with festering wounds without any medical supplies have always been sacrifices to prove the law of the jungle.

After that, there are the old people and children. Weak constitution and lack of food and drinking water make it inevitable that the elderly and children, who cannot afford to leave their homes and travel long distances, become a delicious meal for vultures and hyenas.

There was no time to bury the corpses of their companions, and even those that were hastily buried would be quickly excavated from under the floating soil by scavengers and eaten away. Men and women, who are barely physically strong, don't even dare to cry in order to minimize the energy consumption of their bodies.

In addition to the harsh natural environment, these wanderers in the African wilderness, hoping to find a new settlement with their good fortune, also face another attack from other tribes during their journey.

In the face of survival, human rights have become a huge joke. The captive women became the reproductive tools of a strange tribe, while the men were undoubtedly free labor, and were even smeared with the blood of small animals as bait for hunting large predators......

Whether or not they experienced it all, almost everyone gathered in front of the huge curtain knew this bloody scene in the African wilderness. Even people who have no heart and lungs dare not speak lightly and dare to experience such hardships!

Scanning the crowd that had become quiet, and then looking at Abdu, who was trembling with his voice, Tang Guoming whispered to Abdu: "Ask everyone, are you satisfied with the current living environment?" ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Abdu completely forgot that he was still holding a microphone in his hand, and quickly responded to Tang Guoming: "There is nothing better than this!" There was drinking water and enough food, there were medicines and real doctors, and the hunting we wanted...... It doesn't get much better than that! ”

As if infected by Abdu's words, a burly black woman suddenly stood up with her infant child in her arms, and shouted hoarsely at a black gunman not far from her: "Go do something!" I don't have to carry a broken pot and a few cassava to find my next place to live anymore! My eldest son...... My poor Tuni, his hand has been cut off! I watched him die in my arms! He just wanted to take a sip of water before he died, but I couldn't give it to him...... I can't give it to him either! All we have left for the family is a little bit of water, and if we give it to Tuni, we'll all die of thirst! ”

"And our second and third children, who didn't even live to be named! (In some tribes in Africa, because of the high probability of dying young, children will not be named until they can walk freely) Time and time again, we have been kicked out of our homes! We don't have anything but that broken pot for cassava! Can ...... now I have a room where I can put down my bed, I have new pots and teapots, I have real flour and sugar, and even clean meat to feed your kids! Go do something! Don't let our fourth child die in the parched wasteland! ”

As soon as the words fell, another black woman, who was also holding a half-old child in her arms, also stood up suddenly, and forcefully pushed the half-old child in her arms into the ranks of the black gunmen: "Go! Stand with your brother! If you have to rely on you to carry guns to live a more stable life, then go bravely! It's at least better than being killed in your sleep! ”

Like a frenzy induced by El Niño, black women rose to their feet, either yelling and cursing at the middle-aged men in the ranks of the gunmen, or pushing the half-grown children in their arms into the ranks of the gunmen......

Compared to the agitated, shouting black women, the black gunmen standing next to each other did not make a single sound. But those hunters who stood on the periphery to maintain order and were from hunting tribes raised the golden dune long sword in their hands one by one above their heads, and looked at Abdu who was standing beside Tang Guoming with their eyes shining!

Under the gaze of almost all the clansmen, Abdu slowly put down the microphone he was holding tightly, turned his hand and grabbed the Jinshaqiu long sword behind his back, raised it high above his head, and began to stomp his right foot rhythmically on the hard mud ground. A roar similar to a lion's roar came out of Abdul's gaping mouth.

Accompanied by the lion's roar sung by Abdul in his guttural voice, the hunters holding the swords of the golden dunes high also began to stomp their right feet on the hard mud ground according to the rhythm of Abdu's stomping. All kinds of sounds similar to the howling of lions and wolves also came out of the mouths of those hunters one after another.

Just as a dancer who heard the music could not restrain his urge to dance, all the hunters, led by Abdul, began to dance around the crowd with a strange rhythmic step, wielding the golden dune sword in their hands. Short words also burst out of Abdu's mouth one after another, like the timpani notes of the leader in the chorus, leading the hunters to let out a constant rhythmic roar of lions and wolves. The tempo of the dance began to pick up as Abdu uttered the short words.

Slowly approaching Tang Guoming's side, Wei Yue stared at Abdu, who was leading the entire dance, and whispered to Tang Guoming: "This should be the war dance of Abdu's tribe!" Whenever there is a major hunting operation or an existential situation, they will use this war dance to boost morale and announce ...... The determination to win or die! ”

Almost at the place where Wei Yue's words fell, among the black gunmen gathered together, there was also a middle-aged black man who slapped himself violently, and opened his mouth to let out a series of screams. With the sound of that scream, a group of black gunmen twisted their bodies and began to dance exaggeratedly, like king cobras that had heard the sound of the magic flute!

Turning his head to look at Wei Yue, Tang Guoming smiled and whispered, "Wouldn't this also happen to be a war dance?" ”

Staring at the more and more black gunmen who joined the dance, as well as the black women and old people who also slapped and joined the chorus, Wei Yue shook his head: "I don't know...... But looking at this meaning, it shouldn't be a prayer for good weather and prosperity in all seasons, right? ”

Tang Guoming: "I heard that Africans like to dance around the bonfire, and the more they dance, the more energetic they become? ”

Wei Yue: "There is such a saying....... Shall we give them a fire? ”

Tang Guoming: "Okay! We help them light a bonfire, and it's up to them how long and how hard they can burn! ”