[No System + primitive tribes + cold weapons + modern warfare + information warfare + international disputes + vying for supremacy + carrier battles + resisting dollar hegemony] I’m an explorer. The private plane I chartered made an emergency landing on a desolate grassland in Africa.
The pilot and my assistant both died. The satellite phone no longer worked, cutting me off from the world I knew.
Dragging my badly injured body across the African grassland, I struggled to survive. Just as I was about to die of thirst, Tana, the daughter of a tribal chief, rescued me.
I thought I was safe for the time being, but I was only fooling myself. A powerful cannibal tribe next door was preparing to swallow up Tana’s tribe. If I fell into their hands, there was only one possible fate: becoming “a whole roasted lamb.”
With my life hanging by a thread, I had no choice but to use The Art of War to drive off the enemy
Very well written. Thank you for your hard work.
Good, good, good, good