Special Forces Survival in the Wild Continent

Chapter 4

Lu Kang didn't notice that Morus was awake and was still watching him.All his energy and attention are now placed in this magical stone house, with glowing vines, huge insects used as lanterns, and all kinds of patchwork blankets. If he didn't know that he was living in a backward civilization In the home of the aboriginal tribe, he would think that he had entered some kind of special effects studio.

He couldn't help wondering if all these things really existed?It's incredible!And it doesn't look like an aboriginal decorating taste at all!

It's not that Lu Kang has any specific ideas, it's just that he, or most people's inherent impression, is more or less influenced by movies, TV dramas and picture books, and has a preconceived idea of ​​the architecture and lifestyle of the aborigines. concept.

It has to be said that such a preconceived notion caused Lu Kang to suffer a lot with Molusi in the days to come.

Molus looked at the unidentified intruder (suspected to be the future high priest) observing his stone house, and after unconsciously exclaiming and purely admiring, the corners of his mouth raised upwards, expressing the following in a very sullen manner. own pleasure.

"Hey hello, can you understand what I'm saying?" Lu Kang recovered from the shock and noticed that the owner of the stone house had woken up. He scratched his hair that hadn't been washed for four or five days, and pulled Let out a laugh.

Lu Kang spoke the language of the Dals tribe, but it was a little different from what Molus spoke, but this subtle difference did not prevent Morus from understanding. He nodded and asked what he wanted to know the most. Question, "Who are you?"

Lu Kang was relieved to hear Morus's response. Although Morus's language was not the same as what he had learned, this small discrepancy was not a big trouble. Differences, as far as he knows, the Dals tribe has six branches and a backbone, and the tribesmen of the backbone have already integrated into the outside civilized world.

"My name is Lu Kang. I'm a lover of outdoor adventures. I accidentally fell into a trap. Fortunately, you saved me." Lu Kang said nonsense while pulling his big white teeth.

His submachine gun has long been dropped at the place where he was attacked. He only has a knife and a lighter on his body. The special forces uniform on his body is probably not recognized by the native in front of him. The metal bullet in the wound was dug out by him before. The things that revealed his identity should be gone, so Lu Kang boldly made up a seemingly good excuse for himself.

"Wild adventure lovers?" Morus frowned and repeated what Lu Kang said. This was the first time he had heard this term here. Life is a joke?

Molus looked at Lu Kang disapprovingly. If Lu Kang is the next high priest of the Dals tribe, then a high priest who likes to joke about his life is definitely not a qualified guardian of the tribe.

Lu Kang swallowed his saliva, wondering why the man in front of him became displeased by making up his identity, could it be that he was discovered?He bit the bullet and nodded, "Yes, that's right."

"If you don't have the ability to guarantee your own safety, it's better not to have this hobby." Morus said euphemistically.

"...Okay, thank you for the advice." Lu Kang choked and nodded with a forced smile.

He was a dignified A-level soldier of the Special Forces, and was pointed out by an aborigine that he was incapable of surviving in the wild? ? ?If you have the ability, wait for him to fully recover and come to fight!

Lu Kang felt that as an A-level student who graduated from a special forces military academy who had been trained by a systematic devil, he would never lose to an aboriginal in his prime.

Molus nodded reservedly, folded the animal fur that was used as a quilt on the bed, put it on the head of the bed, and planned to go out to wash.

"Well, what's your name?" Lu Kang, who didn't wait for Molus to take the initiative to declare his family name, had to ask.

"Morus."

"Oh." Lu Kang nodded, the air became silent, he scratched his hair, "My name is Lu Kang."

"You said it." Molus looked at Lu Kang, with a question mark in his heart. Could it be that this man who is suspected of being the next high priest has some memory problems?

Lu Kang: ...

This may be the rhythm of the conversation.

"Where is there a river or a lake here? I want to wash a little bit." Lu Kang asked.

Who knows how long he hasn't showered.Lu Kang did a rough calculation. This mission took four days from the start to the jungle. He was attacked on the fourth day, and today is the fifth day. He didn't take a bath for four days. Lu Kang felt that no matter how rough A man can't stand being rough like this anymore, besides, he wasn't rough in the first place.

In fact, Lu Kang, who looked like a pretty boy, wanted to take a bath scratching his heart, at least to wash off the camouflage oil makeup on his face.

Molus sized up Lu Kang, who was holding his wound and standing crookedly. He planned to walk to the river in the wild area to take a bath just like this?Thank goodness for not being arched by wild boars.

"Your wound can't get water in." Molus said, dispelling Lu Kang's thoughts.

Lu Kang had no choice but to nod his head and admit it. He doesn't have to ask others to fetch water for him.Maurus looked like a more machismo man than him, eh...

Lu Kang, the little white-faced soldier, sat back down bitterly.

Morus looked at Lu Kang. A 1.8-meter man was sitting in the corner of the wall. After being reprimanded softly by him, they all drooped their tails aggrievedly and shook them from side to side.The Pique had shiny black fur and stood taller than ten-year-old Morus, but that Pique also died in the beast tide ten years ago.

"I'll fetch some water for you, you can wash up a little bit." Maurus said, he was taken aback as soon as the words fell, he didn't know why he said it out of the blue, but when he saw Lu Kang's pair of When the eyes were so bright all of a sudden, they vaguely understood again.

Just like when he domesticated the Pique dog when he was a child, he would play tug-of-war with the big black dog after every reprimand, similar to the principle of one stick and one red date.The big dog who doesn't care about playing will stick out his tongue every time and wag his tail around him, his eyes are black and bright, happily as if his little master is the whole world of Pique dogs.

Thinking of the big dog, Molus raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, "Don't come out of this room." He told Lu Kang.

Lu Kang nodded, promising that he would never leave this corner one meter away, as if he had made himself a prison.

Lu Kang: Brother, I misunderstood you, you are not masculine at all, you are really a good person!

Unaware that he was actually raised by Morus as a pet dog, Lu Kang sent Morus a good person card in his heart.