The person excitedly nodded quickly, and Luo Zheng also smiled, guessing that the other might be soone Hook sent to contact other tribes. He glanced at the dense group of people behind the other person, each exuding a fierce aura, all formidable. Although they held primitive cold weapons, they remained a powerful presence in this dense forest. Luo Zheng couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the liaison person, who beca even more excited, shouting sothing to the others behind, everyone cheered, waving their bows and arrows, bone daggers, and making strange cries, full of excitent.
The language barrier made communication impossible, but it was basically certain they were allies. Luo Zheng pointed at the sky, made a gesture for moving on, and the liaison seed to understand, nodding quickly and saying a few words to the people behind, who swiftly got into action, carrying the trees knocked down by lightning to the riverside.
Luo Zheng looked and smiled, whispering, "Didn't expect to encounter them. Well, we don't have to build this bridge; it saves us quite a bit of trouble."
"They truly are the rulers of this forest. Without iron tools, they can still survive purely on wooden cold weapons, which is remarkable. We should learn from them; over-reliance on hot weapons in this forest is not necessarily a good thing," Shadow pondered.
"Oh? What did you think of?" Luo Zheng curiously inquired.
"Everywhere here is fraught with danger, yet they seem unaffected, indicating they have their own survival thods. We don't understand these thods, nor do the enemies necessarily. Can we utilize them? Secondly, this place is filled with viral miasma. They might be able to create viruses or even plagues, which could be used as biological weapons if necessary. I rember you once used such ans," Shadow remarked with a smile.
"Makes sense, let's have a good talk with Hook later. If we can launch a viral war, it would be a deadly blow to the enemy. It might not faze the dically advanced Sam Country, but at least it could slow their fighting progress, completely dragging them down," Luo Zheng thought seriously. He didn't mind using any ans as long as it could kill the enemy and accomplish the missions assigned by the country.
Airplanes and artillery kill the enemy, and so do viruses and plagues—just different thods but the sa results. Sam Country is at the forefront of technological civilization, maximizing their advantages in combat. The Hook Tribe lacks airplanes and artillery, so they must utilize their other strengths, or they will face extinction.
In front of airplanes and artillery, when people die, they die. But in the face of viruses and plagues, there's a glimr of hope, and they can survive if rescued in ti. In contrast, with airplanes and artillery, nothing is left but a heap of flesh—a more brutal and bloody reality is self-evident. Luo Zheng is not a pedantic person; on the battlefield, as long as there is victory, the process and ans do not matter.
Before long, the natives had built a simple wooden bridge, and everyone crossed successfully. The last person dismantled the bridge and tossed it into the river to drift away, erasing any traces. Luo Zheng calmly observed the scene without intervening, gaining a deeper understanding of these people's vigilance.
The team moved forward, and Luo Zheng noticed the natives were very curious about everyone's weapons, their eyes full of longing. However, they didn't attempt to seize them, showing strong discipline and principles. There were about three hundred of them, led by a burly man with two beautiful feathers inserted into his head, of unknown animal origin.
The leader stood over 1.8 ters tall, bald, with a dark complexion, ear piercings, large eyes, and sothing pierced through his nose of unknown material. He wore a necklace of what seed like wolf and tiger teeth, exuding a fierce aura, and covered his lower body with a piece of hemp cloth for modesty.
Luo Zheng didn't know what tribe they belonged to. Seeing the leader occasionally glancing at his combat knife, Luo Zheng couldn't help but smile. He took out an M9 combat knife he had seized from a cover-head and passed it over. The leader looked at Luo Zheng in surprise, not imdiately reaching for it, but muttered sothing.
At this mont, the liaison hurried over and conversed with the leader for a while, looked at Luo Zheng, and muttered a few words. Seeing Luo Zheng completely unable to understand, he chatted with the leader, who nodded and accepted the combat knife. He unsheathed it and looked at it lovingly for a while, his face showing excitent. He walked to a nearby tree, shouted loudly, and swung the combat knife, chopping towards the tree.
The tree fell with a clean cut, and Luo Zheng was shocked by the scene, amazed at the leader's extraordinary arm strength. He couldn't help but smile; these guys had great potential. With so training, they could beco a formidable force. At this mont, the leader raised the combat knife and shouted excitedly, with people around responding, cheering along.
Soon, the leader made a gesture, and the surrounding people stopped their strange cries, all looking at Luo Zheng with respect. The leader took a knife from his waist and handed it to Luo Zheng with both hands, showing respect. Luo Zheng knowingly smiled, took it without hesitation, having already heard so native rules from Hook, knowing that gift-giving was one of them. Accepting the gift treated each other as friends; not accepting would be impolite and cause misunderstandings.
Luo Zheng examined the knife, unsure what material it was made from. It was black all over, with a handle just long enough for one hand. The blade was over half a foot long with a curved shape, quite heavy in hand, with a good feel. Luo Zheng swung it twice, finding it handy, and nodded with a smile to the leader.
The leader nodded happily, spreading his arms, and Luo Zheng understood, approaching for a hug, tapping the leader's shoulder three tis in the local manner before separating. They exchanged glances and laughed.
The liaison conversed with the leader, and everyone continued on their way. On the road, Shadow curiously ca over and asked, "That gift from Man Niu looks nice. What's it made of?"
"I can't figure it out, can't tell the material," Luo Zheng said with a smile, handing the knife to Shadow.
Shadow inspected it, then returned it to Luo Zheng with a smile, "It looks nice, seems purely hand-crafted. I don't know what it's made of or its sharpness and toughness."
"If it's not hand-crafted, could it be machine-made? There's no industrialization here. Let see," Drunkard curiously ca over, taking the knife, examining it for a while, chopping a couple of tis, feeling it was good, and handed it back to Luo Zheng with a smile, "You're lucky, this knife seems good. It might be sothing special. Ask Hook later."
"Hmm, let's talk later. This group is impressive. Once trained, they make an elite force. Besides, the fact that other tribes are willing to join shows that Hook's reputation is already established. It's a good thing if we can hold off the enemy's attacks, even for more than a month. Hook's prestige will grow, and more people will co to enlist. This fight will be easier," Luo Zheng pondered, analyzing.
"Holding out for a month won't be easy. Do you have any plans?" Shadow curiously pursued.
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