Starting from Robinson Crusoe

Chapter 547 - 56: Annihilation Battle (Part 2)

Life is precious precisely because it never comes back again.

It’s hard to understand this, but it was realizing this that made Sunday comprehend the meaning of life, and also made him cherish the lives of the warriors more, unwilling to take any risky actions, even if he now wanted to personally cut off the head of that "Divine Chosen Warrior."

...

Patiently waiting, Sunday’s eyes gradually narrowed——

The Indigenous Warriors had already entered the effective range of the Chen Family rifles, and at this distance, neither the Indigenous Wooden Spears nor Wooden Bows posed any threat to them.

"Should we shoot now?"

Sunday hesitated.

He could imagine, when the gunshots rang out, the Indigenous Warriors at the forefront falling like wheat being cut; the battlefield would be a scene of chaos.

The mysterious Gun Divine Power would quickly make the Indigenous people realize——

They were fighting an invincible enemy.

What followed would inevitably be a rout, a complete rout, with panic-stricken Indigenous people hiding in the dense forest, retreating into every conceivable hiding place.

They might be scared out of their wits, and dare not attack the sailors again, but there’s another possibility, they might lie in wait like cunning beasts, using the shelter of the jungle to look for opportunities to launch a surprise attack——

That would certainly be an extremely threatening hidden danger.

Sunday couldn’t be sure that after being shocked by the gunfire, the Indigenous people would completely lose their will to resist.

He, being Indigenous himself, knew very well that the Indigenous could be a more ferocious creature than beasts. When their "nest" was invaded, and their kind slaughtered, they could very likely transform into creatures crawling on the ground or lurking venomous snakes.

Moreover, these Indigenous Warriors, gathered by the Tribe Leader, were elite loyalists to the tribe, letting them escape posed far greater hidden dangers than letting other tribe members go.

...

Turning his head, Sunday saw the sailor beside him already had his finger on the trigger.

The scorching sun gleamed down, and several lines of sweat trickled down the sailor’s youthful face; his finger lightly brushing the trigger, as if ready to fire a bullet at any second.

"Don’t be so tense, they’re not our match."

Worried that the excitement might cause the sailor to fire prematurely and scare off the Indigenous people, Sunday said warmly, at the same time pressing down the barrel of the warrior beside him.

Then he raised the telescope again, giving orders in a deep voice.

"Don’t rush, let them come a bit closer.

Take a deep breath if you’re scared, remember to aim before shooting, don’t worry, the gun’s range is several times that of a Bow and Arrow, even if they charge over, they’ll just be sitting ducks for us."

"Recall the feeling you had when shooting at the range, hold up the Vine Shield, this battle, we will not lose!"

After stabilizing the soldiers’ morale, Sunday said nothing more, continuing to closely watch the advance of the Indigenous Warriors.

Through the telescope, the figures gradually enlarged, those draped in dark brown skins became increasingly clearer.

Slowly, he could even see their bloodthirsty, excited expressions and hear their beast-like roars.

The sound was vastly different from human speech, filled with a primal lust for slaughter, if Chen Zhou were here, upon hearing their shouts, he would surely be creeped out.

...

A group of over a hundred, gathering together, appeared as a dark, oppressive mass.

The battle cries of their companions arose one after another, stirring the fighting spirit within the Indigenous Warriors, their eyes bloodshot, with mouths agape, revealing rows of blackened teeth and a dangling sticky saliva string between them, a red tongue wagged, and a glimpse of their throat could be seen.

The tribe may have declined, but on the battlefield, they had never feared anyone.

The Leader was amongst the warriors, advancing with them.

Seeing the enemy getting closer, the Indigenous people all slightly lifted their Wooden Spears, and as they reached attack range, they would immediately launch the first round of throws.

Once the enemy was forced to scatter and flee, they would raise their Wooden Sabers, advancing to slash and kill, easily claiming victory in this battle as if slaughtering prey——

In the past, they had always done so, and had never failed.

...

The distance became increasingly close, with forty meters more, all the sailors would come within the range of the Wooden Bows.

Sunday noticed that the young warrior beside him looked even more nervous than before, thus he smiled gently, set down the telescope in his hand, and picked up the gun beside him.

"Everyone, prepare for combat, aim at the enemy, be ready to fire at any moment.

The objective this time is to completely annihilate the enemy.

Repeat, annihilate them!

Don’t be afraid to waste bullets, once I fire, hit them hard!"

Sunday’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it was more effective than any rousing speech.

After all this time training, wasn’t it just to personally take lives with the deadly weapon in hand and establish feats on the battlefield?

At this moment, both the sailors and their Chen Family 1662 rifles seemed to be yearning for the explosive sound of the bullets being fired.

Closer, the roars of the indigenous warriors, along with their ferocious expressions, drew near.

The rifle in Sunday’s hands, with its mechanical sights, steadily locked onto the chest of an indigenous warrior. He seemed to see a heart beating beneath the skin, flesh, and bones.

Count silently to five.

At the second the countdown ended, it was unclear whether the gunshot rang out first or the decisive command "fire" from Sunday came first, but a burst of fire suddenly erupted from behind the vine shields on the high ground.

Then, the thunderous sound of continuous gunfire completely suppressed the warriors’ battle cries, turning the area into a sea of gunpowder explosions.

...

The sudden loud noise was like a muffled hammer, causing the minds of the indigenous warriors at the forefront to go blank.

Most warriors lost consciousness the instant the gunfire began.

Some preferred headshots; the target behind an indigenous warrior could then see their comrade’s head burst with a "pop," splattering red and white all over their face.

Some preferred body shots; the indigenous next to the person hit would see their comrade seemingly struck by an invisible monster, their body tilting backward and crashing down heavily, unable to rise again—

On the surface of his dark skin, a noticeable scar remained, with blood gushing out, the speed of life’s ebb plainly visible.

...

Bullets were loading, and over a hundred men had lost a sixth of their number after the first volley of gunfire.

The dark mass of warriors at the front noticeably cleared a space, and the indigenous warriors who fell could not even utter groans of pain, most being killed instantly by a single shot.

The indigenous warriors behind them hadn’t anticipated such a situation at all.

The thunderous gunfire cleared all thoughts from their minds; they instinctively halted their steps, ceased their shouting, forgot to throw Wooden Spears, and forgot to draw their Bow and Arrow.

On a battlefield where life and death shift in moments, such a state of stalling was undeniably deadly.

They were dumbfounded, while the bullets didn’t rest, all being loaded into the gun barrels.

Bang!

Bang bang...

The muzzle spouted flames, that terrifying sound ringing out once more, dropping many more from the indigenous ranks again.

A clever indigenous warrior looked at his powerless companions, gazed at the terrifying rectangular Shield on the distant high ground, and at the enemy who never revealed themselves, finally realizing what kind of opponent they were facing.

The scent of blood and gunpowder smoke mingled and rose on the battlefield.

Despite the sunny weather, it stirred a bone-chilling fear within him.

"Run!

Run fast!"

He was the first to turn around, not forgetting to loudly remind his companions.

As for the Leader—

Heh, at this point, not to mention the Leader is the chosen Divine Warrior, even the Celestial God landing might not win this war.

What they faced wasn’t humans, but beasts of apocalyptic myth, the Devil sent by the Celestial God to punish tyrants, demons crawling up from the abyss...

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Stride forward, the indigenous ran at the fastest speed since their birth.

With light footsteps, he felt like he was flying, crossing shrubs and low grass, skimming over stones and pits on the ground.

The surrounding scenes blurred, and he heard the wind howling past his ears, a sound representing hope and freedom.

Then, he heard that familiar, hauntingly memorable loud noise he could never forget.

He felt his body stagger, as if pushed from behind, then fell heavily to the ground.

Instinctively wanting to curse whoever disrupted his escape at this critical moment, the indigenous warrior quickly reached out to support himself on the ground, trying to get up and continue forward.

However, the surging strength within his body seemed drained, preventing him even from rising.

Moreover, the indigenous felt he couldn’t breathe; his vision dimmed, and a buzzing rang in his ears.

He felt his chest become wet, sticky, and moist.

Exerting the last ounce of strength, he touched his chest, raised his arm, and saw it covered in blood—

This was the last image he saw in his relatively short life journey.