Super Special Forces King

Chapter 396 Battle of Primitive Tribes (Part 1)

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Johnson and his people talked for several hours, Zhang Feng was also happy and clean, sitting on the roots of the tree teasing Feng playing.

The sky gradually dimmed, and Johnson walked to Zhang Feng with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Feng, my father, the patriarch of our tribe, has agreed to walk out of the jungle with you, but there is one more thing."

"There's one more thing? Just talk about it. How can the two talk still be covered up?" Zhang Feng asked.

At the moment, Johnson explained the problems facing the tribe.

It turned out that there was a conflict with a nearby tribe, and many tribesmen were taken away by the opponent. The blood stains and traces of fights seen along the way are also left behind.

Johnson's father agreed to leave the jungle, but he must rescue his tribe before leaving.

Zhang Feng did not give Johnson an answer right away, but said: "Let me meet your father, you will be an interpreter for the two of us, and I will speak to him in person."

Johnson nodded and led Zhang Feng towards the tribe.

Zhang Feng's gaze stayed on these tribesmen, and he couldn't help nodding. From the perspective of the fifty-something young and middle-aged that he had just seen before him, all of them were extremely strong and sturdy.

If this is a little training, they must all be predators with explosive combat effectiveness.

Looking at their living conditions, there was another sorrow in their hearts. It is conceivable that the primitive tribe of Rumao drinking blood can survive, and even the bad tribes have stone knives in their hands.

When he arrived in front of Johnson's father, the man stood up, put one hand on his chest, and respectfully said a series of indigenous words.

Johnson translated, "My father is thanking you for saving me."

"Uncle thank you. I take Johnson as my own brother, so I came to you with him. I also said that as long as your tribe and I get out of the jungle, I will give you Provide enough food and shelter, and will train you and distribute weapons. All you need to do is fight for me." Zhang Feng said straightforwardly.

(The words of Johnson's translation are omitted here...)

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Johnson has already told me that I can promise you. But you have to make sure that the elderly and young children and women of my tribe cannot fight."

Zhang Feng did not expect that the patriarch still cared so much about his people, and he did not think about sending women, children, young and old to the battlefield. He immediately said, "Of course. And I can guarantee that the newborns will be educated and wait for him. When I grow up, if I am willing, I will even pay for them to study. The price is still your loyalty to me!"

"Yes! As long as you rescue our captured clansmen, I will lead the clansmen to go with you, and be loyal to you to fight for you!" said the man.

"Can you find where they are?"

"It can be found in the jungle about 30 kilometers away from here."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng looked down at his watch. It was 6 o'clock in the evening and said: "First rest until 8 o'clock, and then set out to save your people."

After a while, Johnson delivered the roasted meat and berries to Zhang Feng, and even prepared a rabbit for Feng that hadn't died.

Sitting beside Zhang Feng, Johnson said gratefully: "Brother Feng, I don't know how to thank you."

"Thank you for what? Your tribe is loyal to me, I give them what they deserve, there is no gratitude." Zhang Feng said casually.

Johnson obviously said this to relieve himself. I don’t know how many mercenaries in this African region want to capture them, sell them, or serve as slaves.

The roasted meat tastes quite good. I don’t know what natural seasonings are put in, but it leaves the scent in the mouth.

Some courageous children leaned forward curiously when they saw that the peak was hunting rabbits. Feng held the hare in his mouth and roared at these children, but they were not afraid. In the end, Feng grabbed the rabbit to Zhang Feng's footsteps and began to nibble.

After filling his stomach and resting until eight o’clock, Zhang Feng stood up on time and said, “Johnson, let your father find someone to lead us. After you rescue your tribe, we will stop staying and return directly. ."

"Okay, Brother Feng."

A moment later, as the patriarch, Johnson's father quickly brought about twenty strong men over, each with a knife in his hand and a sharp spear behind his back.

Turning his gaze to Qiang Sen, Zhang Feng said: "Qian Sen, what does this mean? Isn't it just to solve your tribe? Do you still need to mobilize people?"

Johnson's expression was a little embarrassed, and he said, "Brother Feng, this is a war among primitive tribes. Not only should we rescue the tribe, but also kill and annex the other side."

Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched, and he didn't say too much. Now that the other party is not loyal to him, he has no right to order the other party.

Johnson's father swiftly shuttled through the jungle, his body measuring two meters long was as agile as an ape, and his speed was fast.

Zhang Feng looked at and nodded secretly. These primitive aboriginals are simply natural jungle warriors. If they are well trained, they may be the most elite special forces in the jungle warfare.

After rushing for a distance of 30 kilometers, the sky was completely dark, and the thick leaves completely blocked the moonlight, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The jungle is full of insects, song and birds, twittering.

Johnson's father stopped, turning his head to see Zhang Feng breathing evenly behind him, and he couldn't help but nodded slightly, and said: "One kilometer ahead is the other side's territory, where is my tribe."

Zhang Feng nodded and said in a low voice: "Now I am marching ahead, and you are following me." After speaking, Zhang Feng quickly dived into the jungle.

Johnson's father was still a little hesitant. Johnson whispered a few words in his ear. He was a little relieved, and he greeted his people to follow Zhang Feng.

As he approached the other side's residence, Zhang Feng was more surprised. The other side's secret whistle was set up reasonably, and it seemed that the practice of science was not bad.

Keeping the location of the secret whistle in mind, he turned his head and lowered his voice to tell Johnson the location.

Johnson told his father, but the man was skeptical. Did he really find that the sentry was not successful? Why didn't I find out.

Suspiciously, he turned around and ordered several men to attack the sentry hidden in the dark.

In less than ten minutes, all the men sent out rushed back, each with a head in their hands.

Zhang Feng frowned, and the secret whistle was obviously cut with a knife after his neck was twisted. This can be seen from the wound.