Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

Bartus looked at the corpses on the ground solemnly, with a heavy heart.

Although most of these corpses belong to the enemy, every one of our own dead means one less. If this continues, I really don’t know how many more times we can hold on.

"Throw the bodies of the Japanese bandits into the sea first, and collect all the weapons! The injured should deal with their wounds quickly. Bama, have people summon all the leaders, and come to the council hall in a quarter of an hour to discuss!"

Leaving an explanation, Bartus turned and returned to his cabin.

Someone stabbed him in the back and cut his arm with a knife. The bones were clearly visible. The blood soaked the entire sleeve and was still dripping to the ground. He had to deal with the wound quickly.

Entering the wooden house, Bartus' steps were already staggering.

The excessive blood loss made him dizzy.

"Lord Chief, be careful!"

Bama, who had just ordered people to do something, quickly followed the chief back to the wooden house. When he saw that the chief was about to fall to the ground, he quickly stepped forward to help him.

"Master Chief, please sit down quickly and I will bandage your wound!"

Seeing that the chief was so seriously injured, Bama was so distressed that he almost burst into tears. He helped him sit on the wooden pole and hurriedly searched for herbs and cloth strips for hemostatic bandages.

In the past half month, the frequency of Japanese bandits' attacks has become more and more intensive, with a wave coming almost every three or four days.

The men on the island are suffering from old wounds and new ones, and everyone must be prepared with herbs that stop bleeding and stimulate muscle growth.

The cloth used for bandaging is the clothes pulled off the Japanese bandits, washed with sea water, dried in the sun, and torn into strips, which can be used to bandage the wound.

Bama pounded the herbs and helped Bartus bandage the wound.

"Master Chief, the Japanese bandits have just been beaten away by us. They shouldn't come again in the past two days, right? You have worked too hard these days and haven't had much rest. Now you are so seriously injured, but you must have a good rest and take care of yourself. Body! If you fall, we don’t know what to do. No one else can take on such an important responsibility!"

Bama advised with distress while bandaging.

Bartus sighed helplessly: "These Japanese bandits now attack irregularly. We don't know when they will come again. We must not take it lightly. You will give the order later and make more wooden arrows. And The catapult must be made quickly, and more stones must be picked up and prepared. We no longer lose manpower, so we can only use long-range attacks as much as possible. By the way, we must also prepare more pine wood, and use the catapult to throw the lit pine wood to the Japanese bandits from a distance. On the ship, try to burn as many ships as possible. I want to see how many ships they can burn for us!"

Upon hearing this, Bama agreed excitedly: "Yes, Chief! Bama will be there soon!"

"Well, you go out first! I'll take a rest first and go to the meeting hall in a while."

"Yes!"

After Bama went out, Bartus sat on the simple wooden bed and was about to close his eyes for a while, when a subordinate came to report in a hurry:

"Master Chief, the old chief is gone!"

The person who came was crying, and it was obvious that he still had some feelings for the old chief.

Bartus opened his eyes and stood up with his tired body:

"Go and have a look."

Although he had no feelings for the old chief, the old guy ordered the witch doctor not to cure his injured brain disease, but also to poison him, causing him to lose his memory and separate him from his family for several years. He just locked up the old guy instead. Killing was already his greatest kindness.

However, after all, the old guy has been the chief of the Butulu tribe on Agate Island for many years, and he still has some reputation in the tribe.

He wanted to see if that guy was really dead and how other people would treat the matter.

He hurried to a cave where the old chief was imprisoned. There were already crowds of people outside, many with sad looks on their faces.

The old chief's body was placed on the ground, surrounded by wild flowers and grass presented by the islanders in a circle.

Blinka was crying bitterly on the body, while the witch doctor and several tribal leaders were kneeling beside it, clasping their hands in prayer.

Bartus took a few steps forward and saw lying on the ground with his eyes closed, it was the old chief who had been imprisoned for several months.