A squad of ten cavalrymen rode up from a street nearly a hundred meters away into the main road, entering Tang Zheng and others' line of sight. They were not moving quickly, apparently out on patrol.
"Indian Natives? Humans exist in the Cretaceous Period?" Jenny's eyes nearly popped out of her head. This sight was too unusual.
The Natives in front of her were generally close to two meters tall, with robust bodies and long arms and legs. Their arm span even reached half their body length. Their skin was a kind of clay-red color, and due to not bathing for many years, it was covered with soil and dust, looking very dirty.
The Natives were not wearing clothes, exposing large patches of skin. They had only short skirts made of animal hides and feathers around their waists. If they weren't bald, they had their hair divided into many small braids. Either way, they were adorned with feathers, and they also wore necklaces made of bones.
