Special Forces Survival in the Wild Continent

Chapter 2 of Special Forces encountered a cannibal tribe

The process of Molus and the others looking for the stag horse was not smooth, and the traces of the stag horse appeared early, but they followed the footprints of the stag horse all the way west, and came to an open area with almost no high ground. In the open space lined with trees, the traces of the deer horses and horses disappeared as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

Like headless chickens, a group of people suddenly lost their direction.

"Where are the footprints of these deer horses?" Buda Luke frowned. He bent down and touched the muddy soil with his hand.It had just rained the night before, and the soil was moist and sticky, and the footprints of the deer horses could still be clearly seen.

They slept at the place where they camped last night, and when they woke up the next morning, they found that there were paw prints of deer horses around the camp, a little distance from their camp, so they didn't touch the trap set by Rudal. But the distance is not very far, they must be able to pay attention to find it.

They followed these unexpected paw prints all the way, but these paw prints disappeared suddenly when they reached this piece of woodland.

"It doesn't make sense..." said Bullock.

Maurus became alert, he lowered his body slightly, signaling for everyone to be quiet, his eyes were fixed on the open space in front of him, and he always felt that this place seemed a little too quiet.

Morus and his father exchanged glances.

Skarner understood what Morus was worried about. He looked around, picked up a stone, and threw it into the center of the clearing.

The moment the stone hit the ground, countless arrows and spears shot out from all around.

Bu Daluke and Lutherfak swallowed at the same time, looking at the scene in front of them in shock.

The arrows and spears were thrown out, but no one appeared.

"This is..." Lutherfak vaguely guessed something, "Is this a trap?"

Morus nodded slightly with an ugly face. Different from the traps set by Rudal, the traps set by Rudal were designed to catch the prey of wild beasts, but the trap in front of them was carefully designed to catch them.

"The paw prints of the deer horses on the edge of the camp may be the bait they used to lure us out," Molus said in a low voice.

"Who are these people?!" Rudal whispered nervously.

"I once heard from the old patriarch that there used to be a tribe that lived in the Nsk jungle, called the Sewell tribe. Sewell means delicious food in the tribal language. They hunted both beasts and humans... "Skarner said in a deep voice.

"It's just that the Serwell tribe hasn't appeared in everyone's sight for a long time. We once thought that this tribe was extinct... Didn't expect that they moved to this place and lived a low-key life..." Skarner looked Complicatedly looking at what seemed to be a hedgehog trap in front of him, "Maybe it's too late for us to turn around and leave now."

Rudal, Budluk and Lutherfak nodded in unanimous agreement.

Cannibal tribe! ?If you want to be scared to pee, okay!

Molus shook his head slightly, "It's too late. Listen, the footsteps are very close."

Reminded by Molus, the few people who had listened to Skarner's narration and ignored the surrounding environment suddenly pricked up their ears, and their expressions suddenly turned pale.

"Then, what should we do..." Rudal asked in a hoarse voice, holding his dagger tightly with trembling hands.

"Quiet." Molus said in a low voice, he glanced at Rudal who was already in a panic, and scolded.

Rudal held his breath subconsciously and didn't dare to make any more noises, nor did he dare to make any more noises.

After the trap was triggered, the hunters of the Sewell tribe noticed something unusual, and they quickly realized that the bait they had laid out last night had begun to work.

A group of people cheered enthusiastically, quickly picked up their weapons and rushed to the place where the trap was placed.

The people of the Serwell tribe didn't expect that their traps would be wasted in vain, and no one was caught inside. This made the strong man at the head let out bursts of angry roars. They were like uncivilized savages, venting their anger. By brute force and yelling.

If Lu Kang were here, he would probably feel that this is the aborigine who matched his imagination when he first came to this foreign continent.

Reluctantly, the people of the Sewell tribe pulled out the sharp long sticks that were deeply embedded in the soil, put them away and piled them up, and straightened the messy soil with the flat-headed wooden sticks, just like everything Like it never happened.

One of the tribesmen tied the gathered sharp sticks to slender green vines one by one, and then climbed up the big banyan tree with these vines, and tied them to the branches of the banyan tree.

Molus and the others took all the actions of these people under their eyes, and no one made a sound. They didn't breathe a long sigh of relief until these people left as if they didn't realize that they had to check their surroundings.

"The people of the Sewell tribe actually thought of making such a large-scale trap...it's terrible..." Rudal said.

Morus shook his head, "No, the scariest thing is that they know how to use what we want in our hearts as bait to lure us into their traps."

"How did they know we were looking for the Deerbeast?" asked Bullock.

Skarner added, "No, it's not necessarily that they know that we're looking for the stagwali. It's just that the stagwam is the most docile and easy-to-prey beast in this area, so they are most likely to be used as bait."

"So it was just a coincidence?" Bu Daluke asked in disbelief.

Morus nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Bu Daluke: "..." He couldn't help complaining a little in his heart, what kind of luck is this, that they just happened to meet such a person?

Molus stayed where he was for a while longer, until he was sure that there was really no movement around him, and then he said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Rudal and the others hurriedly followed in the footsteps of Maurus. Maurus was worried that the eyes of the Sever tribesmen were still scattered around, so he didn't dare to make it too obvious. Walking in the tall weeds.

After they left the territory of the Sewell tribe, they immediately changed direction.It is true that the deer horses appear more frequently in this woodland, but obviously this place is already the backyard of the Sewell tribe. They are so familiar with this woodland that they can even set bait when they are asleep. This place is just too unsafe.

Molus and the others retreated to the fork, and at the fork they walked through, they used burnt charcoal as a pen to draw a big X on the fork as a no-passing symbol.

"I hope to continue walking here and find the deer horse again." Lutherfak said softly.

There was a distance of nearly a day's footsteps between this fork and the temporary camp where they stayed before, and there was another gap between the temporary camp and the previous open space that was almost caught by the Sever tribesman with a trap. With a distance of almost half a day, they came and went, which wasted a lot of time.

If they choose the second direction and cannot find the deer horse within three days, their hunting this time will basically end in failure.

Lutherfak prayed in his heart.

Molus glanced at Lutherfak and said, "At this time, there is only prayer left."

Whether or not the deer horse can be found depends entirely on God's will.

Here Morus and his team did not let go of any clues, like an old lady with reading glasses, carefully scanning every corner, while Lu Kang and his team on the other side, the situation is not going well.

Firing glass is already a difficult task. Although Lu Kang's plan—the practice of windows first and then houses—has made it much easier to burn glass and polish glass, but first, burn a glass. The whole piece of glass with uniform thickness and size can be a difficult task.

Lu Kang and his two furnaces are firing glass.After pushing out baskets of burnt waste, Lu Kang seemed a little irritable and frustrated.

In order for the glass to be able to protect against wind and rain and to be strong, the glass should be thick enough. However, in order to make a slightly thicker glass, they spent a lot of raw materials, but they all broke due to uneven force on the glass. And ended up.

It's so hard.

Lu Kang sighed deeply, realizing that it is really not easy to create traces of literary names that are close to modern times in the primitive continent.

Fortunately, even though Lu Kang was a little downcast and no longer optimistic about the firing of glass, the others were still enthusiastic.

In their eyes, even the broken glass is of great use.

Clyde and Ida are always soaking in the stove room, Lu Kang sees the two people are so excited, he can't do anything to throw cold water on them.I had no choice but to take a deep breath and rejoin the experiment of firing glass.

Now the houses in the tribe are basically completed, and the windows are closed before the roof is installed on the whole house.

Glass that burns unevenly over the heated area is the main cause of them eventually cracking, what if they could stabilize the heated surface of the glass and distribute it evenly?Does that mean that the firing of these glasses can be successful?

Lu Kang pondered over this question, and soon, he got the answer.

"Success!" Yida, who was staying in the furnace room, suddenly yelled, and Lu Kang's eyes lit up, and he ran over quickly.