"Mr. Grandi, what should we do now?"
Seeing the tribal soldiers gradually approaching their location, Mira Bo Pulekovic kept a close watch on them to prevent a sudden attack, while asking Captain Grandi.
"Wait!" Captain Grandi replied calmly to Mira Bo Pulekovic.
"Yes!"
Mira Bo Pulekovic said no more, standing quietly waiting.
Soon, the distance between the tribal soldiers and Mira Bo Pulekovic and his people was less than 50 meters.
At such a distance, the weapons of both sides could cause harm to each other, and the scene seemed to reach a stalemate.
After a while, an elderly man with white hair appeared from within the fence, leaning on a cane, and slowly walked behind the tribal soldiers, who hurriedly made way for him.
The old man reached the front row, looking at Captain Grandi with a slightly cloudy gaze, and then asked Captain Grandi in broken French, "Honored guest, have you raised your guns to kill us all?"
