In the early morning, seven tracking planes flew over. The fuel of these fighters was about to run out, and the pilots in the cabin were anxious.
As carrier-based aircraft, these fighter jets are inseparable from the aircraft carrier. They have time limits when they go out to perform missions. They must return to the aircraft carrier to replenish fuel after a certain time. However, now the aircraft carrier Victory Goddess has exploded and sunk into the water, and the seven fighter jets have
Like a homeless orphan with no place to stay.
Now, they have failed to track down the murderer, and the fighter jets are about to run out of energy. Cold sweat breaks out on the faces of these pilots. They see a large island in front of them, with exposed rocks on it, and lush trees growing in most places, like green pearls.
As if embedded in the sea water.
Seven fighter planes flew towards the island in unison. The pilots inside let out a long sigh, God bless us, we have hope of survival.
The seven fighter planes barely flew over the island, and their fuel ran out almost at the same time. The pilots hurriedly abandoned the plane and parachuted out. The fighter planes fell down separately, and deafening explosions sounded one after another, and they all crashed.
Seven colorful parachutes appeared in mid-air and slowly floated down. Suddenly, a strange sound of "Wuluoluoluo..." came from the island. Immediately, the same shouts sounded from all directions on the island, "Wuluoluoluo..."
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Immediately afterwards, an indigenous man with white horizontal stripes on his face appeared near the beach. He had curly black hair on his head. His face and body were dark. He was naked and looked very strong. This man had a band around his neck.
There was a ring of white beast teeth as decoration, and he held a nearly two-meter-long javelin in his right hand, dancing and excitedly watching the seven pilots gradually falling in the air.
"Wuluoluoluo..." It turned out that this cry was made by his throat.
Immediately afterwards, many such aborigines appeared around, all shouting "wuluoluoluo". They were all naked like the aboriginal just now, and some of them were women and children.
The men all held javelins in their hands, and some tied a rope around their waists with stone knives and other objects. When they ran over quickly, the organs between their legs swayed back and forth, which looked particularly funny.
As for the women, all of them have curly short hair that sticks to their scalps. Their facial features are similar to those of most black Africans. Their faces are painted with cyan, red and other kinds of paint. They are plump and naked, and they are fat when they run.
The waves are trembling, and the black grapes are extremely eye-catching.
After a while, more than 300 indigenous people gathered on the beach. They all looked up at the sky and pointed at the seven pilots happily.
The seven US military pilots were a little surprised when they saw this scene, but there was nothing they could do. They could only secretly pray that these indigenous people were kind people and would not hurt them, and then they bravely descended.
Seeing the man in the air landing in the woods, many natives rushed over and got into the woods.
The forest was dark and humid, and there were all kinds of weeds on the ground. The barefoot natives ran on it like flying, without caring about the sharp thorns on some shrubs sliding across their skin, leaving bloody traces on it.
After a pilot landed, he squatted on the grass with a big nose, quickly removed his parachute bag, stood up in a hurry, turned his head around, and looked at the surrounding environment like a frightened bird.
"Buzz!"
After a soft sound, a javelin flew over and landed just on his left. He was so frightened that his face changed. He reached out and took out his pistol and looked forward with vigilant eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of "buzz, buzz, buzz" continued, and dozens of javelins flew over and landed around the pilot, trapping him so that he could not escape.
Dozens of indigenous men ran over screaming. When they got closer, they were immediately hit by a fishy smell, which was very unpleasant.
The pilot looked at them in horror and said with a trembling voice: "You... what do you barbarians want to do? Don't do anything wrong... otherwise I will shoot..." He pointed the pistol at them, but did not dare to shoot rashly. After all, the other party
There is strength in numbers. If these natives are offended, there is no telling what the consequences will be.
However, his move was undoubtedly stupid. To the right, an indigenous man farther away pulled out a stone knife bent like a triangle from his waist and threw it violently.
"Woooooooo..."
The stone knife spun rapidly in the air and came to the pilot in the blink of an eye. It was slashing at his wrist. It cut off his wrist and dropped the pistol to the ground. He screamed in pain. "Ah... God...
Ah, look what you did?"
A group of men pulled out their javelins stuck on the ground and pointed them at the guy who was clutching his wrists in pain. They showed no mercy, as if they were looking at an animal that had been abused.
One of the indigenous men carrying an animal skin rope came forward, tied the other man up, lifted him up and walked deep into the dense forest.
More than twenty indigenous women and children ran over at this time. These naked guys were obviously interested in the severed hands on the grass, and some of them swallowed involuntarily, as if it was a rare delicacy.
Among them, an indigenous child who was half a man tall ran over like a monkey, picked up the severed hand on the ground, brought it to his mouth, opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth, and bit the severed hand without hesitation.
"It's better to kill people, but it's not big..." The eyes of the aboriginal who hurt people flashed with a fierce light, and he said in a vicious voice. He spoke in aboriginal language, which means, "Guys who don't understand the rules."
,Bring it over?”
A trace of fear flashed across the child's face, and he held back the saliva in his mouth. He reluctantly walked over and handed the severed hand to the person who scolded him.
The other party took the severed hand, took off the pistol and threw it on the grass, tied the cold severed hand to the rope around his waist, picked up the stone knife on the ground, and followed the men deep into the woods with the javelin.
The women and children followed behind, talking excitedly in Aboriginal language. A child who was only about five or six years old said: "Great, someone ate a pig tonight."
Another girl of 17 or 18 years old with bulging breasts said: "I like eating human flesh the most, especially men's thighs."
A mature woman in her thirties retorted: "Men's eggs are delicious, they are all lean meat..."
"My saliva is drooling..."
A group of people disappeared. Listening to their words, you can tell that they are some indigenous peoples who eat human flesh. In fact, they are the extremely mysterious Olokawa people, and the outside world calls them "cannibals!"
The other six M Army pilots who fell into the deep forest could not escape this fate. They were all caught by the cannibal men, tied like fat pigs, and carried to a large open space in the middle of the deep forest.