Aunt Bison......

Zhu Fugui almost didn't laugh.

However, this is the style of the Indians' names, in fact, in ancient times, the same is true of bears, 罴, pi, 貅, 貙, tigers, etc.

Zhu Fugui listened to it for a long time, but he didn't know if they planned to treat their gang of people as two-legged meat sheep.

If that was the case, Zhu Fugui felt that his fine skin and tender meat must be the first to be put into the pot.

Fortunately, this concern did not materialize.

When the camp was set up, the Indians took the dried bison meat from the wraps and blankets, threw it into the pot and boiled it.

In addition, some of the grain obtained from the early morning raid on the mine was also taken out and thrown into it indiscriminately.

Naturally, there is nothing delicious about this method, but the fragrance of the food itself makes Zhu Fugui, who has only eaten half a piece of moon cake all day, scream in anger.

"Well, here's for you."

Just when Zhu Fugui was looking at the fire and drooling, suddenly a broken clay pot appeared in front of him.

It was the girl named Eagle who brought food to Zhu Fugui.

She didn't care whether Zhu Fugui could understand her words or not, and said to herself: "Grandma said that only by giving the animals the best food can they give birth to excellent offspring." ”

After saying such an inexplicable sentence, she sat down next to Zhu Fugui with her own food and ate it.

As a warrior, the way she eats naturally has nothing to do with a lady.

Perhaps, this is the difference between an eagle and a warbler.

The hunger in his stomach made Zhu Fugui unable to think more, he ate quickly with his restrained hands, trying to replenish himself with energy and protein.

You know, he has an arrow stuck in his ass!

Although the stake is not very deep, in this era of lack of antibiotics, if there is not enough immunity, a simple bacterial infection can kill people.

In order to obtain sufficient immunity, it is necessary to have enough protein and energy to allow the body to produce more antibodies.

……

Eating a whole jar of mush, Zhu Fugui felt more fulfilled than ever.

Licking the corners of his mouth, he noticed that the entire camp had gradually quieted down.

And the Indian girl next to her was looking at herself.

Of course, her gaze is not a girlish Huaichun, but it is not the kind of murderous gaze.

Zhu Fugui didn't know what she was thinking.

At this moment, he was suddenly pushed down.

Immediately after, his pants were ripped off.

I swear to God, this girl's strength is really amazing, but if Young Master Zhu has the slightest ability to resist, he will not let her take off her pants so easily.

However, the girl did not make any progress moves, but turned Zhu Fugui over.

"┗|'O′|┛嗷~~"

Zhu Fugui let out a howl that was louder than a wild wolf.

Without any warning, the girl jerked the short arrow off Zhu Fugui's ass.

Zhu Fugui should be glad that these Indians did not master the technology of recurve bows, and only used short bows for hunting.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been just a matter of roaring.

Looking at Zhu Fugui, who was crying wolf, the girl pursed her lips with contempt, then got up and took a handful of grass and wood ashes from the bonfire and sprinkled them on Zhu Fugui's wounds.

"Oh my God, did you wash your hands after touching a corpse!"

Zhu Fugui couldn't help but ask, the Mongolian doctor is terrifying, the Indian doctor can really kill people!

"Why wash your hands?"

Faced with Zhu Fugui's question, the girl asked with a blink of eyes.

In fact, it is not only this Indian girl who has such confusion, even if this question is asked to the most famous doctors in London, Paris, and New York, their answer can only be the same.

Why wash your hands?

Western doctors in this era would even go directly to deliver pregnant women after dissecting the corpse.

They almost never wash their hands on the grounds that a gentleman's hands are always clean, and if they are not clean, there is something wrong with your mind and soul.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui's question can never be answered.

At the same time, the girl suddenly stood up and asked with hindsight:

"No, why do you speak our tribe's language?"

Zhu Fugui secretly said that it was not good, he was too worried about his life, and he actually made such a mistake.

Glaringly, she looked around, but fortunately, the maiden's tent was far away from the rest of the tribe, and was not heard.

In fact, at the end of the day, even if these Indian women were strong, most of them went back to their tents to rest.

If it had been that sophisticated Aunt Bison, I am afraid that the matter would have been irreparable.

Zhu Fugui hurriedly opened the topic and said, "Why don't you sleep, your clansmen are already asleep." ”

The girl said coldly, "The brave nighthawks will always prevent the escape of their prey. ”

is in charge of the vigil and looks at the captives, saying what are you doing in the second middle school?

Zhu Fugui expressed contempt in his heart.

Following the girl's gaze, he also saw several Indian warriors sitting on tree branches or leaning against stones, watching over the other thirty or so Chinese prisoners, and guarding against attacks from the outside world.

"Say, why do you know the language of our tribe!"

The girl was not led astray by Zhu Fugui, she pulled out a dagger that had been cut into human skin, looking like she was about to kill at any time.

"This ...... This ......"

Zhu Fugui's brain was about to be overloaded, but he couldn't think of a lie that could be prevaricated.

"Sure enough, honesty is the biggest obstacle on the road to achieving hegemony in Young Master Ben!"

Just when cold sweat was dripping from the corner of Zhu Fugui's forehead, he suddenly saw a piccolo hanging from the girl's neck.

In an instant, Zhu Fugui thought of a way.

At least you can delay for some time so that you can make up a story on your own.

"Can you lend me this?" Zhu Fugui pointed to the girl's chest hard.

"Yes, but not your hands." The girl nodded.

"Rest assured, my fingers are far more nimble than you think."

Zhu Fugui smiled and picked up the piccolo with his hands and wrists tied.

As descendants of Asians 10,000 years ago, Indian musical instruments and ancient Chinese music have a lot to figure out.

For example, the Indian flute, like the ancient music of the Han people, is played according to the pentatonic scale, which is the so-called gong-shang-jiao-zheng-yu.

Of course, the horizontal flute and the vertical flute, this Indian flute is not so much like a Chinese flute as it is like a flute.

And it just so happens that Zhu Fugui can do a.

Who doesn't have a hobby?

Young Master Ben used to be a dream-chasing boy!

Zhu Fugui took a deep breath, and then, a melodious melody began to slowly echo in the valley.