Chapter 1457: Escape Plan

The Wulenge Tribe did not need to worry about water sources or campsites along this journey, because they clearly discovered that the tracks along this path were very distinct, and furthermore, when it was almost evening, there would always be a clean campsite that had been cleared quite thoroughly, with even firewood prepared.

Based on the number of fire pits, it could be determined that the number of enemies was not large; the people of their Wulenge Tribe were a bit numerous, and this campsite was not quite enough to use, as they could not all fit.

Therefore, after the people of the Wulenge Tribe arrived at each campsite, they would have their tribesmen clear the surrounding trees again; although their tools were crude and not sharp enough, they had the advantage of being numerous, and with several people clearing one tree, as long as they put in enough effort, they could get it done, and the felled trees naturally became firewood.

They did not feel that they were doing this as a favor for Huaxia, but rather for their own future, because they would certainly be able to defeat that cannibal tribe later and then seize their wealth.

If they wanted to return to their tribe, they would certainly have to pass through here, so they would prepare now, and when they returned, they would not have to exert so much effort; they had not considered at all the possibility that they might fail.

The next morning, under the excited gaze of Hun and several people from the Western Development Group Regimental Headquarters, every pigeon tied with a small bamboo tube was released collectively, and after they darted quickly into the sky, they disappeared from view.

Everyone was a bit absent-minded that day, because if the pigeons could not get a result, they could not be at ease.

The management and disposal of those savages became even more casual; now there was no need for them to work, nor was there a need for them to walk, so they were just locked in a sheep pen, and the food given to them was immediately reduced from two meals a day to one meal a day, still a bowl of thin porridge every day.

It was just that from now on, there were no bowls for them; replacing them were the troughs used to feed water to the sheep, and the food was poured into the troughs with a splash like pig feed, and then no one cared about them; as for how they ate it or how much one person could eat, Huaxia could not be bothered to care, and when they could discover a place where they were useful and could work, they would see if they could improve their treatment again; the current state was what the normal treatment for a Slave should be.

Water was the same; it was poured into the trough and left alone, and how they drank it was their business, and there was no fear of them escaping; in the house outside, a team of herdsmen lived there, monitoring at all times, and there were also a few dogs keeping watch nearby; as long as any abnormal behavior from these savages was discovered, the alarm procedure would be activated immediately.

The sheep pen had high wooden fences, which were to guard against wolves and leopards; sometimes if observation was not timely, or if they were too sneaky, beasts would always sneak over, and if the fence were low, wolves and leopards could jump in.

Sheep, especially the goat-like breeds now, although relatively friendly and capable of being tamed, had such strong jumping and climbing abilities that a ninety-degree angle was a cliff, and ninety-one degrees was a slope, which they could go up and down at will, so a higher fence was safer.

For the savages, that fence was not too high, but there was no way to jump out all at once, and they could only climb using both hands and feet, which required time; they were already plotting to run out of here at night.

They felt there was no chance during the day, because when they were locked into the sheep pen, they had looked; there were many people here, and few trees, and their field of vision was too broad; if they went out, they would be discovered immediately, and escaping would likely be difficult.

But the night was different; everyone was asleep, no one could see, and they would just climb out like that, and then run along the path they came from; even though they were currently unarmed, they certainly had a chance to return to the tribe, and the tribe would definitely come after them; as people of the Wulenge Tribe, they knew best what their tribe was like; they had to take advantage of everything, and they had to take revenge; now that it was a combination of prey and hatred, how could they not come after them?

Therefore, under Bosa's whispered plotting, they decided to slip away tonight; delay would lead to trouble, because now their food was reduced to only one meal, and what would happen in the future, and whether they had a chance to survive, was hard to say.

But now, they had eaten Huaxia's food for so many days and were at their strongest, so they could run; why not run? The management was so lax, and there were only a few wolves watching them outside.

What were they afraid of with wolves? If it were a pack of wolves, they would be a little afraid, but just these few could be easily dealt with; it was just unexpected that this Huaxia could actually tame wolves; this taming difficulty was much higher than raising cattle and sheep, right? How did they do it, and why did they raise them? Was it to hunt better?

Relying on the fact that no one was watching, Bosa boldly used his own language to tell everyone his prison-break plan; he would not have thought that in that house outside, that house with the thing like ice, one could see the outside, but they could not see inside from the outside because of the light.

"Big Brother, what do you think those savages are discussing? Look at them gathered together, talking quite enthusiastically, right?"

"What else could it be? In their situation, it's nothing more than thinking about how to escape; they can't think of anything good in those heads of theirs."

"Boss, what should we do then? Should we go and warn them now?"

"Warn them of what? At night, just teach them how to be a Slave; have the Bow and Arrow ready, and as long as anyone dares to think about coming out, use an Arrow to nail them to the ground; with the dozen or so of us, can't we handle them?"

"If you let even one of them run away tonight, don't follow me in the future; go to the Fourth Team; I'd be ashamed."

Time flew by, and it was already approaching evening; this time was exactly when the pigeons were about to return to their nests, so the few of them did nothing but hold a Telescope and stare at the sky, which even made everyone think there was something incredible in the sky.

"They're here, they're here, take a look, is that our flock of pigeons?" Hun was very excited, pointing his hand at a group of birds in his field of vision.

The handler was about to sweat: "Looking at the way they fly, it really seems like pigeons, but, please, please don't let them be our pigeons; even if they are wild pigeons, if they land today, I will cover their food from now on, and I won't kill them until they die, but please, please, don't let them be ours!!!"

Things went contrary to their wishes; after that flock of pigeons swept back and forth over their heads several times, they all landed with a flutter, standing by the pigeon cage, considering whether to go in.