Cilin’s heart instinctively skipped a beat, he coughed, lowered his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "This is the only way at present...."
"What if I say to let them go?"
Cilin suddenly looked up at the young man, who smiled lightly and casually.
"This...?" Cilin frowned tightly.
"It seems you still haven’t understood."
Cilin narrowed his eyes, "What do you want to say?"
Yun Miao lightly brushed so dust off his clothes and said nonchalantly, "To exploit the oil mines, you need a lot of manpower. Do you trust Sangque’s people?"
Cilin looked at him in surprise, "Do you an...?"
"These natives have no background whatsoever. As long as you play a few tricks on them, they will be wholeheartedly devoted to you. Do not underestimate these natives; their malleability is more terrifying than you imagine. They are innately pure and have a terrifying obsession with loyalty. If handled correctly, they will be the sharpest knife."
Cilin looked at the young man in front of him as if he were a madman, "You’re actually thinking of recruiting them?" Everyone knows how stubborn the natives are, how resistant they are to outsiders who invade their world, how many scientists spend a lifeti without breaking through, yet this young man easily said he wants to use this group of natives.
"You’re too naive." Cilin shook his head, "These natives cannot be judged by common sense. Their rejection of strangers and civilization is unimaginable to you. Besides, how can you rely on a group of natives who can’t even understand language and don’t know what a gun is? It’s simply laughable."
Cilin didn’t hold back his ridicule, he started to doubt his judgnt, this young man’s idea is too unrealistic, too naive, how could he be a match for Sangque, that old fox?
"How do you know if it’s laughable unless you try?"
Cilin glanced at him.
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Muna and the Hasan tribe people were confined together, the two families that had long fought over water sources unified against a sudden powerful enemy.
The two tribes had about two hundred people, on a piece of marked-out land, surrounded by iron fences, electrified, touching them ant instant death; it was like a giant cage, with heavily ard soldiers patrolling around the clock, these unard natives looked at the guns in the soldiers’ hands and hesitated, it was this thing that killed Baru, the thing had terrifying destructive power.
These people hadn’t eaten or drunk for several days, laying weakly on the ground, most had fainted from hunger.
Anyway, they were going to die sooner or later, why waste food?
Mo Sang squatted among the crowd, her lips already dry and chapped, prolonged hunger made her look sowhat weary, but her eyes still flashed with unyielding fire.
"Father, we must hold on, we will definitely escape and kill those who destroyed our ho." Mo Sang stared at the patrolling soldiers outside, gritted her teeth, and said.
The aged Chief Hasan said helplessly, "How can we escape?"
A group of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, hadn’t eaten in days, couldn’t even walk, talk about making it out alive?
Mo Sang thought for a mont and said, "These people hadn’t had ti to leave when they ca, they will definitely co to save us."
In an assured tone, as if firmly believing he would co to save them.
Chief Hasan sighed, "He can barely protect himself, how could he possibly co save us?"
Mo Sang lowered her eyelashes, tightly pressing her lips.
At this mont, the soldiers outside changed shifts, one soldier suddenly looked in Mo Sang’s direction, and when Mo Sang saw his appearance clearly, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes in shock.
The man made a shushing gesture, his gaze cautiously scanning the surroundings, Mo Sang imdiately lowered her head.
She pretended to be concerned about her tribe mbers and ran to the fence’s edge, the man’s shoelaces had co undone, and he squatted down to tie them.
"Hold on, he’s trying to figure out how to save you."
The man walked away, but his words continued to echo in Mo Sang’s ear.
Mo Sang clenched her fists, full of excitent, almost wanting to shout, veins popping on her forehead; she controlled her inner excitent, took a deep breath.
Her eyes sparkled brightly.
She knew he would definitely co to save them.
Then ca a sudden sound of rapid footsteps, Mo Sang looked up to see a very sullen-looking man striding towards her, a group of people running behind him, submissively respectful.
Mo Sang lowered her lashes, hatred flaring in her eyes, it was him who killed her tribesn, destroyed her ho; she vowed that if she made it out alive she would kill him with her own hands for revenge.
A soldier moved a chair over, Sara sat down leisurely, smiling at the crowd in front of him.
"One by one." He casually pointed, saw those unique eyes, and laughed, "Her then."
The subordinates imdiately went in and caught Mo Sang.
Mo Sang remained silent, but the old clan leader howled, only for a soldier to kick him squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
"Father!" Mo Sang shouted, glaring at the man in front of her, eyes bulging, like a beast, wishing to pounce and tear a chunk of flesh off him.
"A native girl, I haven’t toyed with one yet, looking closely, her features aren’t bad, there’s a certain charm to her." Sara said, as he suddenly tilted Mo Sang’s chin, the pain made her grit teeth, but she remained silent, only glaring at Sara with eyes full of hate.
Sara chuckled, "I hate it when people look at like that." Saying this, he ripped off Mo Sang’s only piece of clothing, Mo Sang scread, hurriedly covering herself, but it only brought ridicule from the soldiers, eyes leering over her.
Mo Sang glared fiercely at him, spit, uttering a sentence, Sara didn’t understand, but could guess it was certainly not sothing nice.
"Such a wild girl, I like it, hahaha."
Behind Sara, a man with a lieutenant insignia bent down and whispered, "Major, the colonel instructed not to touch these people without his orders... aren’t we...?"
Sara looked at him coldly, Jesse’s heart skipped a beat, imdiately lowering his head.
"When has it beco your place to dictate my actions?"
"Yes, but I’m doing it for your sake, Major, so you won’t be reprimanded by the Colonel later." Jesse said quietly.
"Ha... I’ve already discussed this with the Colonel, just a group of natives, kill them if necessary." Sara said disdainfully, eyes dark.
Jesse dared not speak again.
At this mont, a soldier led over a half-person-high Bulldog, the Bulldog showing its teeth, looking fierce.
The Bulldog ran to Sara’s side, affectionately nudging his leg, Sara stroked the Bulldog’s head, laughed, "Anxious, huh? Do you like this prey?"
With that, he glanced at Mo Sang.
The Bulldog looked at Mo Sang, eyes lighting up, imdiately ran to her side, circling Mo Sang, panting heavily.
Mo Sang’s face turned slightly pale, but her dark complexion made it hard to tell.
She’s sure she will die here today, but before she dies, she must kill this man, die with purpose.
Clenching her fists, Mo Sang suddenly shouted, charging at Sara.
Sara casually sat there, mouth curled in a mocking smile, unmoved by her actions.
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