365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
Trapped

I thought about it for a while, and then I started to understand. This primitive man glorified him so much, because only the highest race of his identity had the right to be beheaded and subjected to the skin of a wild beast.

Rose once told me that a primitive man would make his carcass into the sea, seemingly taking his head and throwing his beast body into the sea.

“Any, why does this place not look like a prisoner of people.” I frowned. Judging from the primitive humans patrolling outside, this place should be a very important place.

This group of primitive humans would normally not come here. Recently, due to the death of a high official, it was only then that someone had come. When viewed from the pilot earlier, the person who entered would have been instantly killed very cruelly, like some kind of blood sacrifice ceremony method.

But I found no trace of people today, especially no survivors. In fact, the bodies of the victims of the plane crash alone do not exist.

“Could Satria lie to me?” I'm now 75% sure that Satria lied, maybe Sherly's not here.

But I can't be 100% sure, so I have to keep looking.  “Umm, what is this?” I saw something in one of the skeletons.

I was surprised to see this thing. The thing held by this primitive man was a gun, and it was a legendary gun. Colt M1911, with a caliber 45 bullet, a tube containing 7 bullets. A gun that no man would ever turn down, was much more tempting than a beautiful woman.

The first time I saw this gun, I was already in love. This gun seems to belong to the pilot who tragically died outside.

I took the gun and examined it carefully. It turned out to be truly an extraordinary item of military technology. Even though it had been over a hundred years, the gun still did not suffer very severe damage.

The bullet-filling tube was empty, perhaps when the pilot met a primitive man, he fought back by firing back, so the bullet ran out.

I checked back carefully, and realized there was still one bullet left in the bullet tube.

I put the M1911 pistol into my belt, then meticulously searched for other items in this primitive human body. These humans are important people, after death, primitive humans will worship them, so many good things will die.

Besides, I also found a spare bullet tube. It's full of bullets, but it's soaked in water and soil. I don't know if the bullets in it are moldy or not.

Apart from that, I tied the M1 army bayonet under my wrist, kept the bullet tube, held the sword and went into the hole next to it.

Although I like to drill holes, but here it's very dark, moist, and foul-smelling. I really don't like the environment here.

Suddenly, I again heard the sound of footsteps, two primitive humans on patrol have returned.

I entered from the hole on the left, here is the right side, I could even meet these two primitive humans, that means, this cave is very small, this is very small, even the left and right are connected, only need to go around one round can already be back.

“Sial, this kid really lied to me!” I swear, and I was deceived.

Satria may have been sent by Agung as a spy, deliberately hurting himself to gain the enemy's trust, then looking for an opportunity to act, trying to play me!

Don't let me catch you! I gritted my teeth thinking of going out to beat Satria to release my anger. Then I thought, camp is in danger!

"Wire, that group of Japanese people have weapons, if they attack the camp.." My heart is pounding, “It should be impossible, everywhere there are traps, no one can take them.”.

"Satria!" I patted my forehead in annoyance. Satria asked me several times along the way, "Sister Gilang, are there any traps here?"

At that time I did not think too much, and told him some very important traps! If he were to take the road, the chances were very high that he had brought a group of Japanese and Agung people to the camp safely.

Although Rose and the others have bows and arrows that I made for them, but in the hands of the opponent there are weapons!