142: Chapter 142 Rescue

He Chenguang and the others were tied up and carried to the center of several clusters of flames.

The roasting heat from the flames was unbearable, and the members of Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion were all extremely panicked.

"Damn, these people aren't planning to roast us, are they?"

"Oh my god, I'm still a virgin, don't let me die!"

"You damn savages, if you have the guts, let me down and fight me one-on-one!"

The members of Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion were all swearing and cursing.

Zhang Chong from the Beast Battalion had never encountered such a situation before.

Although he had grown up in the mountains since childhood, he had never met a savage.

He had only dealt with wild beasts.

Looking at it now, savages were far more terrifying than wild beasts!

Because these people possessed intelligence; they cooperated, used weapons, were sinister and cunning, and... they were cannibals!

A group of savages was chattering away, discussing something.

He Chenguang and the others couldn't understand them.

Among them, a tall but somewhat elderly Old Savage walked over holding a scepter. He uttered a few 'aba aba' sounds, and the surrounding savages all nodded respectfully.

At this moment, the Old Savage, scepter in hand, walked toward He Chenguang.

He Chenguang looked at the Old Savage; his pupils were very dark, and his teeth were very yellow.

Suddenly, the Old Savage smiled at He Chenguang. Instantly, the stench of raw flesh wafted from his mouth. He Chenguang rolled his eyes, feeling as if he were about to die from the smell.

Just then, the Old Savage said a few words and waved his hand.

Many savages retreated, but there were still many left to stand guard.

He Chenguang and the others felt slightly more at ease.

"They probably aren't eating us today."

"It's a pity we don't understand their language, otherwise we'd know what these bastards are planning."

"Sigh, whether they eat us sooner or later, aren't we all dead anyway?"

"Do you think if Special Forces from other countries saw us, they would save us?"

The group was conversing.

Xiang Yu shook his head: "How is that possible? If they ran into this, they'd be too busy fleeing!"

"Save us? Heh, forget about it."

"It's a shame both our Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion were captured. Who can we count on to save us now?" Jiang Xiaoyu said helplessly.

The eyes of the Dragon Blade group flickered. He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing looked at each other and said in unison: "Yang Han."

"Our Dragon Blade captain, Yang Han, hasn't been captured yet!"

"But I don't know where he is now... I just feel that Brother Han isn't the type of person to be easily caught."

The Dragon Blade members spoke up one after another, placing their hopes on Yang Han.

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "He has strength, I fully admit that. But then again, he's only one person. And he doesn't have a gun; if he had a gun, that would certainly be a different story."

"Sigh, I did a rough count of this tribe; there are at least three hundred people, maybe even four hundred."

"And look, these savages know how to use tools. They have bows, arrows, and long spears. They also have bamboo tubes; with one blow of the mouth, a tranquilizer needle shoots out. It's very fast."

"If Yang Han comes over..."

Jiang Xiaoyu, Zhang Chong, Lu Yan, and the others all spoke up.

Could Yang Han really rescue them?

The possibility seemed rather slim.

The best way would be for Yang Han to leave immediately and seek help.

But they didn't have any communication tools, and the organizers of the Carlos Competition would only come when it ended.

By then, the bones of Xiang Yu and his group would likely have turned to ash.

Night gradually deepened.

Many of the torches in the Wildman Tribe were extinguished.

However, near He Chenguang and the others who were tied in the center, a few torches remained lit.

At the same time, ten men with spears and ten men with bows and arrows were guarding them.

A total of twenty people!

Twenty people, each holding a weapon. Guarding unarmed people like Xiang Yu and He Chenguang was very simple.

The Dragon Blade and Beast Battalion members fell into a deep sleep. After a long day of exhaustion, they were truly tired.

In the dark night, a person like a shadow moved without making a sound, slowly approaching He Chenguang and the others.

It was Yang Han!

"Kill the archers first. These arrows pose too great a threat to me."

"The spearmen aren't as much of a problem."

Yang Han's eyes gleamed as he gradually emerged from the darkness.

In his hand, he held a wooden club made of five or six branches tied together with vines; it was thicker than an arm.

This was Yang Han's weapon. Additionally, his pockets were filled with stones...

He had to end this quickly.

He had to be fast!

These savages seemed very well-disciplined. If he couldn't end it quickly and alerted the others, Yang Han would have to face an army of hundreds of savages.

He had no gun. Fighting an army of hundreds of savages skilled in combat with his bare hands—there was simply no possibility of victory.

Unless Yang Han could gather all the participating Special Forces together; then they might have a chance.

But... people weren't united.

By this time, Yang Han was already within three meters of a savage, and the savage still hadn't noticed him.

"Die!"

"You animal, capturing my comrades?"

Yang Han shouted inwardly and suddenly threw with his left hand! In the dark night, a stone pierced the silence. With a 'shoo' sound, it directly hit the back of the standing savage's head.

Thwack.

With a heavy sound, the back of the savage's head was smashed through. He wobbled, looking behind him in confusion, but there was no one there.

Thud, the savage then collapsed.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Four more powerful stones were thrown in succession, each carrying terrifying force as they smashed into the back of the savages' heads.

The sounds of thwacking rang out. Before the other savages could react, five of them were dead.

?!!

"Wa!"

The guarding savages finally reacted, seeing five of their compatriots on the ground and a dark shadow darting around.

They were instantly enraged!

"Wa wa wa!"

"Ka ka!"

The savages uttered an unintelligible language, but their expressions and tone were enough to show how furious they were.

The savage archers immediately pulled the bows from their backs, preparing to shoot at Yang Han.

Unfortunately.

A few more stones flew out, killing all the remaining archers!

Yang Han had targeted the archers from the very beginning. Now, all ten archers were dead.

Yang Han gave a cold laugh.

At that moment, the ten savages holding spears stabbed toward him all at once.

"Brother Han!"

"Yang Han!"

"Brother Han, be careful!"

He Chenguang, Xiang Yu, and the others from Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion were all startled awake. Seeing Yang Han, they were both shocked and overjoyed, but seeing him in danger, they immediately shouted warnings.

They grew tense for Yang Han.

Whoosh!

Like a flash of wind, the wooden club in Yang Han's hand whipped out, parrying a spear and stabbing directly into that savage's throat.

Pfft, one killed.

Yang Han didn't go for a spear because they were too long and he wasn't very skilled with them.

Next, there were nine savages left...

At this time, Yang Han smiled easily. Dealing with nine savages wouldn't be difficult.

However, in the distance, there seemed to be a commotion starting.

The sleeping members of the Wildman Tribe seemed to have been awakened.