Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Hui Niang...don't go...wait for me..."

Bartus stretched out his hand, but missed it.

His relatives and his wife gradually disappeared into the fog, and could no longer be seen.

"wait me back……"

Bartus muttered.

Seeing that the chief's fever persisted and kept mumbling, Bama was extremely anxious.

He had tried every method, but the chief still couldn't wake up. He really had no choice.

In desperation, Bama had to go to other tribal leaders to discuss.

When everyone heard that the great chief fell ill, they couldn't help but become anxious.

They all knew clearly that without the leadership of the great chief, the dozen or so islands in this sea area would be like a piece of scattered sand, operating independently as before.

If the Japanese want to occupy the islands in this sea area, they only need to defeat them one by one.

With the individual strength of each island, it was completely unable to resist the Japanese attack.

It was the chief who unified these islands, twisted everyone into one, obeyed the arrangements, and fought together. He also invented many weapons against the enemy, such as catapults, rockets, etc., so that he could defeat the Japanese bandits again and again and fight to the death. Guard this sea area.

If the great chief falls, none of these leaders will obey the other, and no one will have any strategies to adapt to the enemy. Maybe the Japanese bandits will attack again, and their originally strong defense will collapse.

All the islands will be occupied, and the islanders who have lived on this island for generations will be expelled, killed, or enslaved and insulted.

Therefore, no one wants anything to happen to the great chief, and they all want him to get well soon.

It's a pity that this island is inhabited by backward tribes, and the witch doctors on Agate Island are the most capable.

Most of the other islands have no witch doctors, only a few old people who know some folk remedies.

I tried the method mentioned by the old people, but the chief still didn't get rid of the fever. If this continues, I'm afraid people will burn to death.

In desperation, the leaders decided to ask the witch doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment.

Bama remembered the chief's instructions and tried his best to prevent the witch doctor from approaching the chief.

But the leaders believed that under their noses, the witch doctor would not dare to harm the chief.

Under the current circumstances, the only option left was for the witch doctor to take action.

Bama is just the personal servant of the great chief. Although he often runs errands for the great chief, he has no real power and cannot disobey the orders of the chiefs.

Finally, the witch doctor was brought.

Under the supervision of Bama and the chiefs, the witch doctor checked Chief Battus's injuries and fever.

Then he took out a coarse porcelain jar and opened it. Inside was a jar of centipedes, scorpions and other poisonous substances.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Bama stared at the witch doctor in horror. As long as he dared to harm the chief, he would protect the chief even to his death.

The witch doctor reached into the jar, and with a pitch-black hand, not caring about the stings of the poisonous things, he casually picked out a large centipede that was thicker than his thumb, and was about to put it on Bartus' body.

"Stop! You are not allowed to harm the Chief!"

Upon seeing this, Bama rushed forward to stop him, but was stopped by several tribal leaders.

"Stop! Let the witch doctor stop! Do you all want to kill the chief?"

Bama couldn't break free and roared in anger.

"Bama, don't make trouble! The chief's fever persists. Only the witch doctor can save him now. We are all watching here, and the witch doctor will not dare to hurt the chief!"

"Yes, the chief must wake up as soon as possible, otherwise the Japanese bandits will attack again in two days and we will not be able to withstand it!"

The leaders stopped Bama and asked the witch doctor to take action as soon as possible.

"No! The witch doctor has no good intentions! He is going to attack the chief, and he wants to kill the chief! Tell him to stop! Stop!"

Bama was so anxious that he struggled with all his strength. He unexpectedly pushed a knee between the legs of a leader, causing the leader to bend down in pain and let go. He finally broke free, rushed forward and pushed the witch doctor aside. Collide.

The witch doctor fell to the ground, and the terrifying big centipede in his hand fell to the ground and crawled away quickly.

Bama opened his hands to block the bed, not allowing anyone to get close to the chief.

"You all get out! Get out! Don't hurt the chief!"

"Bama! How dare you, a little servant, disobey orders and hinder the treatment of the great chief? If you delay the great chief's condition, can you afford it?"

"I don't care! I only follow the instructions of the chief! The chief said that witch doctors are never allowed to heal the chief! I must protect the chief and do not allow you to hurt him!"

"You...you idiot! Get out of the way! If you don't get out of the way, I'll be rude to you! You're just a little servant. If I kill you, the chief won't blame me."

"As long as I, Bama, am still breathing today, you will never be allowed to harm the Chief!"

"Then go to die!"

A grumpy leader pulled out the long knife on his waist and was about to slash at Bama who was blocking the bed.

Bama closed his eyes, but resolutely stretched out his arms to protect his chief.

Some people present sighed and looked away unbearably, but a smile appeared on the witch doctor's lips.

"stop!"

At this critical moment, a weak voice sounded, stopping the long knife that was only an inch away from falling on Bama's head.

Bama opened his eyes in surprise and turned to look at the person on the bed.

"Lord Chief, are you awake?"

Bartus opened his eyes, glanced around, and said weakly: "I'm fine, you all go back!"

Seeing that he was awake, the leaders were relieved and walked out with the unwilling witch doctor.

"Chief, are you okay? That's great!"

"Thank you, Bama! Thank you for protecting me and not letting the witch doctor succeed."

"The Chief does not need to say thank you to Bama. Bama is your servant and will only remember your words, Chief. As long as it is what you say, I will do it even to the death!"

"Well, thank you! I want to drink water, drink lots of water!"

"Bama will get it for you right now!"

Battus relied on his strong willpower to break through the gate of hell.

But before his body could recover, the Japanese bandits soon launched a more violent attack!

This time, the Japanese bandits sent ten large ships, each with one or two hundred Japanese on board.

The war lasted for five days and four nights, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

On Agate Island, the stones of similar size for catapults have been used up, and there are not many wooden arrows left. The black oil for rocket fuel is on other islands. Now that Agate Island is surrounded, it is impossible to transport the black oil.

Moreover, due to the frequent harassment by Japanese bandits during this period, merchant ships that originally passed through this sea area had to take a detour, and the islanders could no longer exchange agate gemstones for food.

Agate Island is about to run out of ammunition and food!