Chapter 802: A simple and crude way of communicating

This cannot be called a battle, rushing out of the camp with a bayonet, and was about to show his bravery, but soon found himself with a room for not even playing. There is no one standing in this place, not that the natives are dead, but that the people who are not dead are kneeling, kneeling on the ground, muttering in their mouths and not knowing what ghost scriptures they are reciting.

What's even more nonsense is that no one ran, all of them obediently knelt on the ground, and everyone was trembling, not daring to look up. What the hell is going on? No one can figure it out, and they can't communicate without understanding the language.

With his rifle crooked, Luda cautiously pushed forward with his men to the place where the elders and wizards were staying, and at a glance he saw a head hanging from a tree, his face full of horror, and his eyes were round and staring at death. Unable to comprehend this phenomenon, Luda was about to give the order to tie people up with ropes when he saw the "buck".

This guy is so angry, he is kind enough to treat you, eat and drink well, and actually bring someone back. Ruda kicked him up, not remembering that they had killed his fellow "bucks" in the first place. What's even more unexpected is that this is a very backward continent, and the Indians don't have any written language, and it's so ugly that even those girls in the mountains and forests of the northeast are not as good.

The "buck", still wearing his old military uniform, was punched and kicked and brought back to the camp. Of more than 3,000 people, less than 100 people were killed, 200 were injured, and none of the remaining people dared to resist. The wizard's head was still in the tree, and it was blown up by a cannonball. Stuck on a tree branch. The most tribal "wisdom" wants to symbolize, and the psychological shock effect brought by his death to these natives is too powerful. Nine elders were blown up together, and one head was cut in half. Two stomachs were opened, and one had his left leg blown off, and the rest was lucky, at best a minor injury. The unfortunate ones in the region were the bravest warriors of the tribe, who were going to fight in the toughest of times. Unexpectedly, it was washed by a cannon fire. No less than 30 were killed and more than 100 were injured.

At least 3,000 soldiers laid down their weapons and obediently cleaned up the battlefield. It's a really incomprehensible scene. No matter how incomprehensible it was, Li Heng and Dai Zhiyuan quickly figured out the root of the problem. When the bucks and the three elders who didn't have much trouble were brought to the command, the gang all knelt on the ground and shouted.

One of the elders gestured excitedly, pointing to the sky. Then he knelt down again and again. Just like the Ming people worshiped God in the past. No matter how stupid you are this time, you can react, this is treating everyone as a god. The language barrier makes it difficult to communicate. Let's do this for the time being, listening to the babbling natives, Li Heng felt a pain in his brain, and said to Dai Zhiyuan: "What about these natives?" ”

"Treatment for minor injuries, mending knives for serious injuries, there is not so much medicine to waste. As for the captives. After cleaning up the battlefield, let's let it all go. There's no point in staying. Remember to leave a gold mine to lead the way! "Dai Zhiyuan, this guy looks very gentle, but in fact he is not ordinary cold-blooded and cruel. Thousands of miles away, the first thing that comes to mind is to consume as little as possible and achieve the goal.

The communication between the natives and the "gods" is like the scene inside the gate of time and space. A big pit was dug and the bodies were thrown into it and buried, and the rest of the people understood after a gesture that God was not going to leave them behind and let them all go. As for the other two natives, although their IQ is not high, they are not stupid. When I found out that the situation was not right, I had already turned around and ran away.

Luda was ordered to take a squad of soldiers and follow the natives to their camp. Of the more than 100 horses that were captured, all were left behind. Or the three elders, who had been careful to accompany them, camped in a river before dark. In groups of three, Luda scatters the people out and draws a road map. The next morning, they continued on the road, walked for another day, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, when they saw smoke rising from a valley, the faces of the three elders changed.

The team immediately let out a strange cry of wow wow and whipped the guy and ran around the valley, and the three elders and the stag explained each other, but they didn't understand it anyway, and Luda ignored them, just make a gesture and everyone followed.

It soon became clear to Luda that the valley was home to these natives, attacked by another tribe. The remaining natives fought fiercely, and the battle was raging. The three thousand native warriors succeeded in taking the retreat of the invaders, and soon the battle was one-sided, and in about an hour, more than a hundred native warriors rushed out of the valley and ran towards Luda where they were.

There were still more than 200 natives left by the elders, and they immediately screamed, and when the natives slapped their chests vigorously, Luda and simply took a combat squad to raise their guns, and the command knife in his hand waved fiercely, and the sound of thumping gunshots was crisp, and several natives less than two hundred meters away fell. Platoon guns are fast and urgent, and rear-loading rifles have the fastest rate of fire in this era, even if they are single-handed. After ten rounds of guns in one minute, all the natives who fell down were stunned, and Luda saw that the natives behind him were also in a daze, and raised his hand to wave, but the gang understood, and rushed forward with a whoa, and the spear in his hand did not even have an iron spear head, and he still fought very vigorously, at least with a lot of momentum.

"Battalion commander, look!" While cleaning the battlefield, a soldier came to Luda's side and pointed to the natives who had cut off their heads, and even the blank was white. When Luda took a closer look, he couldn't help but vomit. The aborigines carried the bodies into the valley instead of digging a pit on the spot and burying them. This disgusted Ruda, they are going to eat people.

How can you bear this!. Without saying a word, Luda immediately rushed to the elder, pointed to the corpses that were being carried back, pointed to the ground and made a digging motion, and roared, "How can a man eat his own kind, and bury them all, so as not to cause a plague." ”

Why can't people eat people? Indigenous is incomprehensible. However, they had seen the scene of the officers and soldiers digging pits to bury the corpses, and they hurriedly sent the stag over to let everyone do the same, so as not to be angry with the gods and throw the punishment of explosion on everyone's heads.

This is probably the change of human beings after the progress of civilization, in fact, in essence, even if they don't eat the same kind of meat, the social essence of the Ming Dynasty is still the Nima people cannibalism. It's just a different way. All in all, it's human progress.

Because of this bird matter, after cleaning up the battlefield, Luda didn't dare to enter a stream on the edge of the valley when he walked to it, and camped directly in the wild, with a group of cannibalistic natives, and the psychological pressure was not ordinary. I didn't bring barbed wire, so I had to sprinkle medicinal powder on the grass by the creek to drive away insects and snakes. Leaving half of the men camped, Luda took a few people to hunt, and the stag followed him wherever he went, so he simply made a gesture and asked him to call a few people to help with the hunting. As a result, this thing actually brought twenty people with him, and it is estimated that he is not good at arithmetic, and he can remember that twenty is so brought.

There are certainly not many prey in people's lives, but the indigenous people of the North American continent are relatively poor in combat, and some large animals are difficult for them to handle. So, there's still a lot of wildlife. The terrain of the bucks is very familiar, and after walking for less than half an hour, they found a group of wild boars drinking water by the stream. When they see a wild boar, the stag's first reaction is fear, and to be honest, this thing is no worse than a bear, a blind man, or a tiger.

Luda and the others brought out six rifles, and when they walked fifty miles away, the boars did not bother to hide. A wild boar headed by him, how could he have a six-hundred-pound boar, and glanced at it disdainfully, which meant "stupid human, don't come to mess with me." ”

Luda was also very careful, and ordered six people to shoot in two batches, three of them fired first, and the distance of the bullet was thirty meters, and the effect of the blow was average, and it directly hit the big boar led by three shots, but it did not hit the vital point, and the injured wild boar was enraged, and with a group of wives and children, he killed the crowd. The bucks and his little friends were stunned, turned around and prepared to run away.

Then three more shots rang out, and this time the wild boar led by a roar rushed forward seven or eight meters and plunged into the ground. The rest of the boars continued to rush forward, but the platoon guns rang out again, and after knocking down four boars in succession, the angry boars began to scatter and flee. But they couldn't outrun the bullets, and after another round of guns, the remnants of the wild boar disappeared into the bushes, and the stag reacted, screaming and rushing forward, showing his bravery.

Luda pulled out the revolver and fired a shot into the sky, and the frightened buck immediately stopped. Luda didn't bother to compare with him, stepped forward, walked up to the boar that was not breathing, slammed three shots at the head, and continued to move forward, mending the knife all the way. A total of seven wild boars were killed, thanks to the boars' lack of experience in fighting Tears, armed to the teeth. If it is a wild boar in modern society, it is estimated that as soon as the gun goes out, the wild boar will run away.

Busy with mending knives, the buck and a group of natives also reacted, this time did not rush forward in the wah-wah, Luda was too lazy to gesture, walked to the buck with the revolver, pointed to the wild boars, and made a lifting motion. Now the stag understood, cheered and led the people into the woods, looking for vines to find vines, and cutting trees to cut trees.

It's easy to find vines, but cutting down trees is embarrassing for these natives, and the guys in their hands are too unlucky. Luda looked at it for a while, the efficiency of the stone axe cutting the tree was too touching, and he beckoned a soldier with a saw to come over, and the two of them sawed it off, and after a while, a tree with a calf was sawed off. A bunch of natives were dumbfounded again, completely out of their way of thinking.

The machete is naturally a necessary equipment, and three times five divided by two, a three-meter-long calf-thick bar is done. At this time, the eyes of the natives lit up, there are still such sharp things in this world. (To be continued......)