"It's a great calamity, and it will... What must come?"

"There will be a blessing, chief!"

Makas, who was lying on the beach, crossed his legs, looked comfortable. Behind him were four natives kneeling, holding banana leaves and fanning the warm breeze. The bald head, as the number two in the tribe, also lay next to Makas, eating fruit in a daze.

"Money, power, just beautiful women, hey..."Marcus sighed, seriously, the natives here are simply too ugly. After a long time, looking at the white sows in the pigsty, I feel a little clear-eyed!

You can't stop there. Marcus tilted up, looked at the large island not far away, and then fell into deep thought. Could it be another tribe in that dense thicket?

The predatory nature gradually burned in Marcas's body, and he had a very bold plan as a bandit leader, but he still needed to do a lot of preliminary preparation. For example, in terms of language barriers, it was extremely difficult for Marcas to communicate with the indigenous people of Hamm.

Many things in daily life are mostly through some body language to make the natives understand their meaning. This is where a translator needs to be trained to solve communication problems. But for now, the native in charge of the translation has a long way to go before Marcas could have come along, and his knowledge of the continentals is very limited.

"Tim!" Marcus shouted lazily. Soon, a young native heard the sound and jumped up. He is Marcas's translator, named Tim, and his IQ is considered to be at the highest level among the natives, the only drawback is that he is not strong enough and is a little thin.

"General Marcus!" was the first sentence Tim had learned, and of course the final general title was just right for Marcus.

"You, come with me. Marcus gestured, and the bald head standing next to him followed.

The three of them walked for a while and came to a simple thatched dock made of natives. There are seven or eight small wooden boats tied to ropes, each of which can only accommodate a maximum of three people (but you don't see that there are quite a few of them, in fact, only two can be used, and the rest are mostly bubbling and leaking, and the slightly better ones also have two people paddling, and one person is responsible for throwing the water out with a scoop)

"This, and this, these. Marcus pointed at them one by one, then gestured to Tim, "It's all garbage, garbage boats!"

"La... Rubbish, uh, rubbish!" Tim nodded thoughtfully, not knowing if he understood.

"Look at it. Marcas took a finger-long mango from his bald pocket, and then went to the tribe to fight a coconut the size of a head.

"Junkboat, equal, mango. With that, he slammed the mango to the ground and stepped on it.

"I want it, it's so big!" Marcus took out the coconut and thrust it heavily into Tim's arms.

"Garbage, garbage, don't!" Tim's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Good. Marcus returned to the tribe with a bald head, "How's your counting going?"

"Chief, there are about 1,200 natives in total!" said the bald head excitedly. The average life expectancy of the indigenous people is not long, but their ability to reproduce is quite impressive.

"1200?" Marcas couldn't hide the excitement on his face. A number of people of this magnitude would be comparable to the strength of any great lord in a country on the continent.

"Except for the little kids and women, how many people can be used as combat power?"

"There are more than 1,000 of them!Chief, don't underestimate the natives, they are weapons from braid to chest, and they are more fierce than men in fight! And if you want, there are nearly 100 underage girls and boys who can fight for you, and they can run faster than the wild monkeys in the mountains, we can call them Ono's group!"

"Ono, Savage Legion?" Marcas thought again, these natives breed as fast as rabbits, and they are not picky eaters at all, and what they are best at is self-sufficiency, so the supply is almost zero. As long as you and the bald head still have gold coins in their pockets, then the rest will be much easier.

"Assemble, assemble!" Marcas picked up a stick and pounded vigorously on the largest leather drum in the indigenous camp.

"Oh, oh!" In their eyes, Marcus and the bald head are simply the gods of gold sent by heaven, and what they say is also a divine word, which cannot be doubted.

"Pick up your best weapon, I'm going to start forming for you!" Marcus spat on the stage, but there was silence from the audience, and no one could understand what he was saying. At this point, Tim rushed, but he couldn't understand Marcas's command, and at best he understood the word "weapon".

"Boss, let me try. The bald head of the leader walked down, grabbed three natives with bone spears, and made them stand in a row.

"Spear!" the bald head patted the native's weapon, and couldn't help but tighten his buttocks, "Those who use spears, stand in a row!" After saying that, he grabbed a few more natives with spears and let them catch them on the right side of the three spearmen just now.

Soon, the natives understood what he meant, and one after another more than 300 adult natives with bone spears surrounded and stood in a row (bone spears are simple to make and have the most users, but they are relatively bulky, so only adult and strong natives can exert their due lethality).

"Very good—" The bald head went around to the second row, grabbing three more natives with wooden boomerang and forming a line.

Next, as you can see, more than 200 natives with the same weapons gathered around and lined up in a row (wooden boomerang is less lethal, and is generally used to hunt small animals in the daily life of the natives, and requires a high degree of flexibility from the user, so the users are mostly thin young people). They also have sharp stones stuffed into their waist pockets, which they can use to stun their prey at close range if necessary.

"The third row...", the bald head looked at the natives in the crowd with bird feathers on their heads, pulled them out, and formed an army of nearly 300 net ropes, who were responsible for the predation work on the seashore in the tribe, and made good use of the special equipment of "seagrass net rope".

"In the end...", the bald head looked at the remaining 400 natives, a little embarrassed. In addition to the more than 100 who were unable to participate in the exhibition, the remaining 300 young adults are usually responsible for the production and maintenance of the equipment in the camp, and of course, the construction of bonfires and houses.

"These 300 will form a looting team, they know what to take and what not to take. Marcus said as he walked down.

"Spearmen, boomerang soldiers, netting soldiers, looting squads, logistics..."Marcus almost laughed out loud as he looked at this huge army, which had led a troissman of less than 150 robbers in his heyday. Then he walked over, ready to select a captain and vice-captain from each of these formations, so that he could carry out his daily management and training.