These ancient mountain tribes thrived tenaciously in the face of secular discrimination and harsh living environment. They remained unmoved by the temptation of drugs and money and still followed the hunting life passed down from generation to generation. They maintained a primitive, simple and innocent life. Their habits reject the so-called civilization of the outside world. These are two brave tribes who can only fight to the death but never live on their knees. These are two ancient tribes that should be respected by the world.
Wan Lin and others excitedly took a step forward, stretched out their hands to pull Abu and others up from the ground. Wan Lin opened his arms and hugged Abu tightly. He stared into his eyes affectionately and said, "Okay, I promise you." You are all real warriors. Remember that you must protect yourself first on the battlefield before you can attack the enemy. I hope you remember that you are all our friends. We hope you can go home safely."
Abu, the tribal warrior who did not even frown when surrounded by enemies; this steely man who did not shed a tear when hundreds of fellow villagers fell around him, suddenly had tears in his eyes after hearing Wan Lin's words. A layer of crystal tears
For many years, these people who have lived in the mountains for generations have been called barbarians by people outside the mountains. Wherever they go, people look at them with contempt. The precious furs they exchanged for their lives and blood are treated as barbarians by those black-hearted businessmen. They collected them at the lowest price; but the daily necessities they purchased were sold to them at the highest price. In the eyes of these people, they were inferior. No one respected them and no one cared about their life or death.
When drugs spread in this area, drug traffickers relied on the modern weapons in their hands to abuse their women and children and kill their compatriots at will.
But these soldiers in front of them not only helped them eliminate the drug dealers who bullied them and saved their tribe, but also respected themselves and cared about their own safety. This couldn't help but make them have mixed feelings. It couldn't help but make them even more excited.
There were tears in the eyes of Abu and others. They were simple and clumsy and could not say words of gratitude. They adopted the most original and sincere way to express the excitement in their hearts at this moment. They took a step forward and hugged the surrounding assault tightly. team member
Every time they hugged a team member, they said the word "friend" in blunt Chinese. In their simple hearts, the word "friend" is extremely precious. They are people for whom they can sacrifice their blood and lives.
When Huwa excitedly walked to Lingling and stretched out his arms to hug her, Abu suddenly smiled and told Huwa in tribal language that this was a woman who was not allowed to hug casually. Huwa was stunned for a moment because he only knew how to heal him. Xiaoya is a woman, but she doesn't know there are other women here. You can't tell their gender from their clothes.
Huwa grinned awkwardly and stretched out his hand to touch his head. He tilted his head and looked at Lingling carefully.
Lingling smiled as neatly as a baby, her white teeth shining whitely in the dark forest. She generously opened her arms and hugged the tiger boy tightly. Then she let go and stroked the top of his head and said softly: "I will call you sister from now on." The sound sounded like a bird's song in Huwa's ears. Abu quickly translated in a low voice.
Huwa was stunned and tears suddenly came out of his eyes. He suddenly covered his mouth with both hands and a low "woo, woo" sound came from the gap in his palms.
This fifteen or six-year-old boy lost all his relatives in the blink of an eye two months ago. At that time, he opened his eyes wide and did not cry. Instead, he ran into the forest with anger. He slept in the open and searched alone in the mountains. All opportunities for revenge
For two months, he lived with the pleasure of shooting his enemies and the fear of being chased by them. Whenever night fell, he would huddle up on a tree or in a cave, listen to the howling of the mountain wind, and feel the coldness of the autumn night. The feeling of loneliness, fear and hatred have made him forget the warmth of the world and the warmth he once had.
But today, his already cold and lonely heart once again felt the warmth of a woman, felt the care of a mother, that gentle hug, and the crisp "sister" that melted his heart that had been frozen by hatred. Let him once again feel the warmth of the world and the care of his relatives
The tender caress on his head and the lingering "sister" voice in his ears made this young man from the tiger tribe no longer able to suppress the grievances and pain in his heart. He collapsed. The fragility covered by hatred in his young heart finally appeared. A woman's tenderness suddenly appeared in front of her
Everyone's faces dimmed as they listened to the heart-wrenching cries of Huba, covering her mouth. Anger suddenly burst out from her eyes. Tears filled Lingling's eyes. She held Huba lovingly in her arms and took out a towel to wipe them. Tears welling up on his face
In everyone's hearts, he is a child, a child who should have been playing in the mountains without any worries. However, the ugliness of the world has sent such a young man who should have lived in the bright sunshine into a darkness of hatred.
"Kill!" The hearts of every action team member were shouting. In their eyes, the ugly faces of the little devils appeared, and the scenes of them slaughtering the mountain people appeared. Their eyes spurted blazing flames, and their hands were tight. Holding the gun in his hand
The mountain breeze blew the branches and leaves, making a "wuwu" sound. The branches and leaves swayed gently, and the dark forest echoed with the heart-rending cry of a young man...
All the action team members stood quietly in the forest. No one moved their bodies. They were all feeling the sorrow of a miserable young man and the hatred in his heart. The clothes of Wan Lin, Cheng Ru, Zhang Wa, and Xiaoya had already been filled with zhenqi. The hatred and anger caused them to unconsciously activate their powerful Qi...
Huba's crying gradually became quieter. Abu walked silently to Lingling and gently pulled Huba over and held him in his arms, murmuring comfort like a father.
Huwa stopped crying and raised her tear-stained face to look at Lingling. She suddenly bent her knees and knelt down on the forest floor. With difficulty, she whispered two Chinese characters from her mouth: "Sister...Sister"
He doesn't speak Chinese, but he already knows the meaning of these two words from Abu's mouth. Lingling's soft "call me sister" has been deeply and forever engraved in his heart.
Lingling smiled and bent down to pull up the little brother and stretched out her hands to wipe away the tears on his face. Huwa smiled, and the face that had been frozen by hatred finally showed a naive smile...