Along with Abdu's slightly trembling translator, the originally noisy crowd gradually became quiet. Many women who hugged the child tightly, even lowered their heads and sobbed. Even the black gunmen who were usually heartless, drooped their heads...

As Tang Guoming said, in the African land where the law has almost lost its existence environment, many tribal members are familiar with sudden attacks and inexplicable massacres. In order to see the springs in arid areas, for a small hunting ground that will disappear with the wind at any time, or even for a quarrel when exchanging daily necessities, on a dark and windy night, the thatched house where they live will be lit, and the rusty machete will roar towards their necks!

After that, the winner began to waving the blood-stained machete excitedly, singing and dancing beside the lit thatched house. The loser trembled in the wasteland and hid in the wasteland until the winner left, and only then did he find some pitiful possessions from the burning embers and began to find the next place where he could stay away from the winner.

Too many people fell down in such a nearly aimless search - first of all, the injured, the weather and environment in Africa are more suitable for the jungle law of survival of the fittest. The wounded, whose wounded wounds are ulcerated and without any medical supplies, have always been sacrifices that prove the correctness of the jungle law.

After that, it was the elderly and children. The weak constitution, lack of food and drinking water that made the elderly and children who had already been unable to bear to leave their hometowns and traveled for a long distance inevitably became a delicious meal for vultures and hyenas.

If there is no time to bury the corpses of companions, even if they are buried in a craving, they will be quickly excavated from the floating soil by scavengers and gnawed them completely. Men and women, who are barely strong, dare not even cry out in order to minimize their energy consumption.

In addition to the harsh natural environment, these wanderers who wandered on the African wastelands and hoped to find a new settlement with their own good luck were facing another attack from other tribes they encountered during their journey.

In the face of survival, human rights became a huge joke. The abducted woman became a fertility tool for a strange tribe, while the man undoubtedly became a free labor force, and even smeared with the blood of some small animals, becoming a bait used to trap large carnivores during hunting...

Regardless of whether they experienced all this or not, almost everyone gathered in front of the huge curtain knew the bloody scene on the African wasteland. Even those who were heartless would not dare to easily experience such difficulties!

Scanning the crowd that had become quiet, and then looking at Abdu, who was trembling with his voice beside him, Tang Guoming whispered to Abdu: "Ask everyone, are you satisfied with the current living environment?"

Without any hesitation, Abdu completely forgot that he was still holding a microphone in his hand and responded quickly to Tang Guoming: "Nothing is better than this! There is drinking water and enough food, medicine and real doctors, and the hunt we want... there is nothing better than this!"

As if infected by Abdu's voice, a burly black woman suddenly held her baby and stood up, shouting at a black gunman not far from her: "Go and do something! I will never look for the next place to stay with a broken pot and a few cassava on my back! My eldest son... My poor Tunis, his hand was cut off! I watched him die in my arms! Before he died, he just wanted to drink a sip of water, but I couldn't give it to him... I couldn't give it to him either! The whole family was left with only a little water. If he gave it to Tunis, we would all die of thirst!"

"And our second and third children, who didn't even live to be named! (In some African tribes, because of the high probability of death, children will not be named before they can walk freely) Time and again, we were driven out of our house! We had nothing except the broken pot used to cook cassava! But now... I have a room where I can put my bed, I have new pots and teapots, I have real flour and sugar, and even clean meat to feed your children! Do something! Don't let our fourth child die in the dry wasteland too!"

As he finished speaking, another black woman who was also holding a half-old child suddenly stood up and pushed the half-old child in her arms into the ranks of black gunmen: "Go! Stand with your brother! If you have to rely on you to get a gun to live a more stable life, then go bravely! This is at least better than being killed in your sleep!"

Like a frenzy triggered by El Niño, one black woman after another stood up, yelled and cursed at the middle-aged man in the ranks of gunmen, or pushed the half-grown child in his arms into the ranks of gunmen...

Compared with those emotional and yelling black women, no one spoke up and made any sound. But those hunters who stood outside to maintain order and who came from hunting tribes raised the golden dune swords tightly in their hands over their heads one by one, and looked at Abdu, who was standing beside Tang Guoming!

Almost under the gaze of all the tribesmen, Abdu slowly lowered the microphone in his hand, flipped his hand and grabbed the long sword of the golden sand dune behind him, raised it high above his head, and his right foot began to stomp on the hard mud with rhythm. A roar like a lion's roar suddenly came from Abdu's wide open mouth.

Accompanied by Abdu's roar in his throat, the hunters holding the long sword of the golden dune began to stomp their right foot on the hard mud floor according to the rhythm of Abdu's stomping. Various sounds similar to lion roar and wolf howl also came from the hunters one after another.

Just as the dancers who heard the music could not suppress their urge to dance, under the leadership of Abdu, all the hunters began to step on a strange pace, danced the long sword of the golden dune in their hands, and began to dance around the crowds gathered together. Some short words also burst out from Abdu's mouth one after another, just like the final word lyrics issued by the lead singer in the chorus, leading the hunters to keep rhythmic roaring and howling. The rhythm of the dance also began to gradually speed up with the short words Abdu roaring.

Slowly approaching Tang Guoming, Wei Yue stared at Abdu who was leading the entire dance and whispered to Tang Guoming: "This should be the battle dance among Abdu and his tribe! Once there is a major hunting operation or a critical moment of life and death, they will use this battle dance to boost morale, and at the same time declare... the determination to die if you cannot win!"

Almost as Wei Yue finished speaking, among the black gunmen gathered together, a middle-aged black man suddenly slapped his slap, and a series of screams came out of his mouth. As the scream sounded, a group of black gunmen were like king cobras who heard the sound of magic flutes, twisting their bodies and starting an exaggerated dance!

Turning his head to look at Wei Yue, Tang Guoming said in a low voice with a smile: "Isn't this just like Zhan Wu?"

Staring at the increasing number of black gunmen who joined the dance, and those who also slapped and joined the chorus with black women and old men, Wei Yue shook his head: "I don't know...but looking at this means, it shouldn't be a prayer for good weather and wealth all year round?"

Tang Guoming: "I heard that Africans like to dance around bonfires, and they get more and more excited?"

Wei Yue: "If you have this statement... Then let's give them a fire?"
Chapter completed!