1. After this decision, I went into the forest. Friday followed me closely and walked carefully and silently

. We walked all the way to the edge of the forest, which is closest to them, only separated by some trees, < P > which is a corner of the edge of the forest. When I got there, I quietly greeted Friday, pointing to the outermost tree in the corner of the forest, and asked him to hide behind that tree to observe it. If he could see their actions clearly, he would come back and tell me. He didn't go for a long time, but he came back and told me that he could see clearly from there that they were eating the meat of a prisoner around the fire, and another prisoner was lying on the sand not far from them, with his hands and feet tied.

in his opinion, they are going to kill him next. After listening to his words, I couldn't help burning with anger. He also told me that the prisoner lying down was not from their tribe, but the bearded man he once told me to go to their tribe by boat.

I was surprised to hear that it was a white man with a beard. I walked into the back of the big tree and looked through a telescope.

Sure enough, I saw a white man lying on the beach, his hands and feet tied with something like calamus grass. At the same time, I also see

that he is a European and wearing clothes. At this time, I saw another tree in front of me. There was a small bush in front of the tree, which was fifty yards closer to them than where I was. I just need to go around a small circle, so I can

walk there without being noticed by them. As soon as I get there, the distance between me and them is less than half the range

. At this time, I was furious, but I managed to suppress my anger and walked back more than twenty steps, < P > until I came behind a bush. Under the cover of this bush, I walked all the way behind that big tree.

There is a small highland, about eighty yards away from those savages. I stepped onto the highland and saw their every move

clearly.

Things have reached a critical juncture, because I saw nineteen savages sitting together on the ground.

They sent two other savages to slaughter the poor Christian. It seems that they are going to dismember him and take him to the fire one arm and one leg. I saw that the two savages had bent down and untied the things tied on the white man's feet. I turned to Friday and said, "Take action on my command." Friday said he would do it. I

said, "Well, Friday, do as you see me, and don't delay." So, I put a short

gun and a black gun in the ground, and on Friday I also put his shotgun and a short gun in the ground. I

aimed at the savages with the remaining short gun, and told Friday to aim at them with the gun. Then, I asked

if Friday was ready, and he said, "Yes." I said, "Fire!" At the same time, I shot myself.

Friday's marksmanship is much better than mine. As a result, he killed two people and injured three. I

only killed one here and injured two. Needless to say, those savages were scared out of their wits at once, and all those who were not dead or injured jumped up from the ground, not knowing where to run or watch, because they had no idea where the disaster came from. A pair of eyes stared at me on Friday, because I told him to pay attention to my movements. After I fired the first shot, I immediately threw my spear on the ground and picked up a shotgun.

so did Friday. He saw me aiming with one eye closed, so he aimed. I said, "Friday,

are you ready?" He said, "All right." I said, "In the name of God, fire!" With that, I fired another shot at

those panicked animals, and also fired on Friday. This time, our guns were filled with small iron sand or pistol bullets, so only two were knocked down, but many people were injured. I saw them running around and screaming like crazy people, covered in blood, and most of them were seriously injured; Soon, three of them also fell down, although they were not completely dead.

I put the shotgun down, took the loaded spear in my hand, and said to Friday,

"Now, Friday, come with me!" He followed me bravely as expected. So I rushed out of the Woods and appeared in front of those savages. Friday is right behind me, never leaving. When I saw that they could already see us,

I shouted desperately and asked Friday to shout after me. I shouted and ran forward

. In fact, I can't run fast at all, because the guns on me are too heavy. I ran all the way to the poor prisoner. As I have said before, the poor bearded man is lying on the beach between where the wild people are sitting and the sea. Those two butchers who were about to kill him were scared out of their wits when we fired the first shot. They abandoned their prisoners, ran desperately to the seaside and jumped on a canoe. At this time, three of the savages

also fled in the same direction. I turned to Friday and told him to chase after them and fire at them. He immediately

understood what I meant. I ran about forty yards forward, and when I got closer to them, I fired at the savages. At first, I thought he killed them all, because I saw them fall in the boat at once. But

it wasn't long before I saw two of them sitting up again. Even so, he killed two people and injured one. The injured man fell in the cabin as if he were dead.

When I opened fire on those savages who fled to canoes on Friday, I pulled out my knife, cut off the calamus grass tied to the poor guy

, loosened his hands and feet, and then lifted him up from the ground. I asked him who he was in grape

dialect.

He replied in Latin: "Christian." He was so tired and limp that he could hardly stand

or even speak. I took the bottle of wine out of my pocket and gestured to him to drink a little. He immediately

took a few sips. I gave him another piece of bread and he ate it. So I asked him which country he was from, and

he said, "Spanish." At this time, his spirit has recovered a little, so he made various gestures to show how grateful he was to < P > me for saving his life. "sir," I moved out all the Spanish I can speak, "let's talk about this later.

it's important to fight now. If you still have some strength, take this pistol and this knife and kill it!

"He immediately took the weapon and expressed his gratitude. As soon as he got the weapon in his hand, it seemed that a new force

was born. He immediately rushed at his enemies, cut down two of them at once and chopped them into paste. As a matter of fact, the attack we carried out was too unexpected for them. These poor guys were so scared by the gunfire that they didn't even know how to escape, so they had to use their flesh and blood to resist our bullets. The same is true of the five people who were killed and injured in the boat on Friday. Three of them

did fall down injured, but the other two fell down in fright.

At this time, I still had a gun in my hand, but I didn't shoot, because I had given the pistol and broadsword to the Spaniard, and I had to keep a loaded gun in my hand just in case. I called Friday and told

him to run to the big tree where we fired our guns for the first time and get those guns. He got back

at once. So I gave him my short gun, sat down and reloaded all the guns, and told

that he could come whenever he needed it. Just as I was loading ammunition, I suddenly found that the Spaniard was struggling with a savage. The savage fought with the Spanish with a wooden knife in his hand.

This kind of wooden knife is just the kind of weapon they were going to use to kill him. If I hadn't come out in time to stop it,

would have killed him. Although the Spaniard is weak, he is extremely brave. When I saw him, I had been fighting the savage for a long time, and I cut two big holes in his head. However, the savage was as strong as

and powerful. Seeing him pounce forward, he threw the Spaniard to the ground and reached out to take the knife from the Spanish. The Spaniard was pinned down by him, and he used his quick wits. He quickly loosened his knife and pulled out a pistol from

' s waist. Before I could run to help, he had already aimed at the savage and killed the enemy with one shot.

On Friday, when nobody cared about him, he took only an axe in his hand and chased after those savages who ran away after the wind

. First, he killed the three savages who fell down just now with an axe, and then killed all the savages he could catch up with, leaving none. At this moment, the Spaniard came to me for a gun, so I gave him a shotgun. With a shotgun, he caught up with two savages and injured them both, but because he had no strength to run any more, the two injured savages fled to the Woods. At this time, I chased the forest again on Friday and hacked to death < P > one; The other one was extremely agile. Although he was injured, he jumped into the sea and swam to the two savages left in the canoe. These three men, together with a wounded savage whose life and death are unknown, escaped from our hands, and the remaining 17 of the 21 people were killed by us. The statistics of all the results are as follows:

three people were killed by our first shot from behind the tree; The second shot killed two people; Those killed on the boat on Friday,

two; Two were hacked to death on Friday after being injured; One was hacked to death in the Woods on Friday; Three people were killed by Spanish < P > dentists; Four people were killed by injuries or killed by Friday; Those who escaped in the boat

were born, * * * four; Although one of them was not dead, he was also injured.

Twenty-one above * * *.

Those savages who escaped into the canoe rowed hard to get out of our range. Although I shot

them two or three times on Friday, I didn't see him hit anyone. Friday hopes to hunt them down with their canoe. To tell you the truth, I am also worried about letting these savages escape. Because if we bring the news back to this

tribe, maybe they will come back in two or three hundred canoes. At that time, they will kill

us all with more wins than less. So I also agreed to chase them at sea on Friday. I immediately ran to a canoe and jumped on it, and asked Friday to come along. However, as soon as I jumped into the canoe, I found a prisoner lying

on the boat, which was a great surprise to me. Like the Spaniard, the prisoner was tied up with his hands and feet, waiting to be killed and eaten. Because he couldn't look up at the situation outside the boat, he didn't know what happened, and people were scared to death. In addition, the neck and feet were tied too tightly and for too long, so there was only one breath left.

I immediately cut off the calamus and other things tied to him and tried to help him up, but he didn't even have the strength to talk, let alone stand up. He just kept humming, looking miserable.