As soon as those people appeared, Elder Hassan immediately shouted:
"Put down your tools, grab your guns, and prepare for combat!"
The residents of the tribe immediately snatched up guns and began using various stones and piles of soil as cover, aiming their guns in the direction of the newcomers.
"Elder Hassan, don't misunderstand! We have no ill intentions!" The newcomers stopped in their tracks as soon as they saw the tribe's combat formation.
Dozens of people were scattered across the same frontline, each armed with a gun, clearly prepared for trouble.
"Is it young Bagel?" Elder Hassan recognized one of the newcomers, but did not lower the gun in his hand, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard that you found some supplies left by the Americans nearby, and I was afraid you might be short-handed, so I came to lend a hand," said young Bagel with a smile.
