From Robinson Crusoe

The canoe in the telescope was moving slowly, and its speed seemed to be related to Chen Zhou's heartbeat.

The blurry, brown heads lined up in a row on the canoe, making it impossible to tell whether they were men or women.

The oars stirred up the waves, creating huge ripples.

The wind on the top of the mountain suddenly became strong. I took a deep breath. In addition to the salty smell of the ocean, the wind seemed to carry the rusty smell of blood.

……

Chen Zhou had already put down the flintlock rifle on his shoulder. He opened the cloth bag, lowered his head, and carefully wiped and checked all the guns.

These deadly weapons have fired many rounds in practice without taking any human life.

Now that they have shed their peaceful masks, it's time to show their fangs.

Chen Zhou has always taken things that concern life very seriously. These guns have to be inspected every week to ensure that they can perform well in actual combat.

Before the battle, Chen Zhou still did not dare to be careless. He silently estimated the time it would take for the natives to land, and slowly put all the pre-loaded bullets into the bullet bag reserved on the gun.

After all the guns had given the signal that they were ready to fire, he began to connect the barrel and the gun head of the rifle.

The threads disappeared one by one. Holding the gun barrel, he felt the familiar lines on it with the calluses on his palms. He knew in his heart that he had not slacked off in the past few months. At this moment, Chen Zhou was full of courage and strength.

Then he checked the revolver in the gun pouch at his waist.

This sharp weapon from the future was well maintained, with not even a scratch on it. The yellow bullet was pressed inside the gun, and its heavy weight and metallic luster gave Chen Zhou the final confidence.

He felt that he had done the best within his ability. If this effort could not achieve the goal, then there would be no hope of success in rescuing the native captives.

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The wind blew overhead, the armor pressed on Chen Zhou's ears, and the noise of the world was weakened.

Before the life-and-death struggle, a suffocating tranquility enveloped his heart.

He tried the bowstring to make sure the longbow would not break during the shooting process, then checked the long arrows. He only brought twenty arrows with him this time, and all of them were made of modern willow leaf arrows that came with the second anniversary gift pack.

Each arrow head flashed with a blinding cold light, especially those arrows with blood grooves, which looked like the sharp teeth of a ferocious beast, looking forward to piercing into the flesh and blood and sucking the life of the enemy.

Finally, Chen Zhou pressed the large shield beside him - this shield had been placed on the mountain for use since it was made.

He picked up the handle of the shield and tested the weight. Feeling that it would not have much impact on him, he thought that the preparations were almost done, so he lay down behind the rock again and picked up the telescope to observe the natives.

……

There was nothing to practice and nothing to prepare at this point. All Chen Zhou could do was adjust his mindset and empty his mind.

He was not a well-trained special forces soldier, nor was he a swordsman who could fly over rooftops and walls in martial arts novels. Before participating in this challenge, he was just an ordinary person, and the only animals he had killed were chickens, sheep and other livestock.

Maybe he doesn't have hemophobia and doesn't feel dizzy or nauseous when seeing blood. He is also braver and stronger than some people, but he is just an ordinary person after all.

He didn't know what kind of situation he would encounter next, nor did he know what kind of accidents would happen or what kind of dangers he would encounter. All he could do was not think about anything else and prepare for battle seriously.

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Unlike Chen Zhou, who was struggling with his inner thoughts, the natives were not aware of the potential danger at all. They rowed their boats happily, ready to enjoy the feast to their heart's content.

Sitting at the bow of the first canoe was the same old man, Ovokaki, who had landed on the island the year before.

Their tribe has been victorious in every conflict and has now expanded in size many times to almost occupy the entire island.

As an elder who communicates with God, his status and position also rises. Even the tribal leaders respect him. Being able to host many grand events makes him proud.

After two years, the wrinkles on his face not only did not deepen or become heavier, but instead appeared much fuller and fuller.

He was still wearing a necklace made of human and animal bones. His originally hunched back straightened a little, and the yellow and white feather crest on his head became brighter.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when good things happen to them, and he is no exception.

At this moment, he was looking at the island in the distance, and perhaps he had begun to imagine how high his status would be and how brilliant his resume would be when the tribe was unstoppable and unified the island.

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The native warrior in charge of slaughtering the captives stopped paddling just before the canoe reached the beach and took out a wooden knife from the side.

He fumbled with the blade of the wooden sword, chattering to the people behind him, his face beaming with joy, looking very excited.

As for the prisoner lying in the canoe with his hands and feet tied, his brown face began to turn pale when he saw the smelly blade and thought of the pain that was about to befall him.

But they didn't struggle.

As members of other tribes, they had also experienced cannibalism, so they were very clear about their position at the moment.

If they were loyal and brave warriors of Benamaqi before the defeat, they became worthless livestock after the defeat, and livestock have no right to struggle or resist.

……

The natives on the canoe had different feelings of joy and sorrow, each immersed in different emotions.

No one noticed that there was a strange little black dot on the mountain in the distance. It was cleverly using the existing obstacles and man-made shelters on the mountain to quietly move down the mountain and approach the beach.

Under the command of the elders, the natives paddled their boats together and stepped onto the beach.

Instead of transferring the captives to the shore immediately, they first pulled the canoe and used the power of the waves to drag it to the shore.

The natives had no concept of anchors, so in order to prevent the boat from being carried away by the sea after people went ashore, they had to put in more effort.

While the canoe was being dragged, all the natives, except the captives, came ashore.

The water depth varied. Some of them had half of their bodies submerged in the water, while others had only their calves in the water. They stepped on the beach and dragged themselves together.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Zhou, who had already moved to the foot of the mountain, took out a telescope, counted their number, and specifically remembered a few particularly strong fighters among them, preparing to kill them directly in the first round of shooting to reduce the risks he faced in subsequent operations.

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Perhaps because of poor medical conditions, lack of awareness of parasites and bacteria, and lack of knowledge of balanced nutrition and health preservation, the life expectancy of the indigenous people is obviously several times shorter than that of modern people, so they become more precocious.

According to Chen Zhou's observation, among the 23 natives, except for Ovokaki, who was estimated to be in his forties, most of them were in their peak physical condition, between their teens and twenties and thirties.

About ten of them were between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five.

They look very similar to East Asians, and a bit like Indians, with slightly more three-dimensional facial features, usually larger noses, lips not as thick as black people, and short black and dark brown hair. If we ignore the impact of primitive life on them, the dull look on their faces, and the fancy tattoos and graffiti, they are not as ugly as Chen Zhou imagined.

This appearance that made Chen Zhou feel familiar or friendly was more obvious in the younger natives.

Several naked little natives, whose bodies were so thin that their ribs could be seen, had childish faces, and were clearly filled with strong excitement and enthusiasm.

One can imagine how proud they felt as the smallest warriors in the tribe to be allowed to participate in such a sacred sacrificial ceremony.

This can be seen from the way they look at Ovokaki.

Among all the indigenous people who landed on the island, the elder Ovokaki was a relatively special one. In addition to him, there was also an indigenous woman.

As the saying goes, after three years of military service, a sow becomes as beautiful as Diao Chan.

Chen Zhou has never had a girlfriend in modern times. After arriving on the island, he lived alone with animals for more than two years.

Being at an age when hormones are surging, it is impossible to be disillusioned with the world and not think about women at all.

But even after holding it in for so long, when he saw this indigenous woman, Chen Zhou still couldn't muster any desire - it was because the woman's dress was too different.

Her identity seems to be a so-called "saint" or "servant of God" who assists in the sacrifice.

In order to fulfill this responsibility, her body was painted with all kinds of hideous white patterns, and around her neck hung a strange collar made of bird bones or fish bones.

In addition, she has also undergone some body modifications, including piercing her lips, nostrils, ears, and even genitals, and hanging various brightly colored ornaments on them.

With this look, let alone having any improper thoughts about her, even if he had a slightly unhealthy thought in his mind, Chen Zhou would have to doubt whether there was something seriously wrong with his aesthetic taste.

Apart from these two "special" elements, Chen Zhou observed that there were only four indigenous people who were quite threatening.

The natives live on an island where natural resources are not abundant enough. They have no concept of consuming meat, eggs and milk, and do not know how to supplement calcium. Although they exercise a lot, they are all very short.

Using the canoe as a reference and observing from a distance, Chen Zhou estimated that among all the natives, only these four people could reach a height of 170 cm, and most of the other natives were no taller than 165 cm.

As for those indigenous teenagers, the shortest one was probably only 120cm tall, which in modern society would be the kind of boy who could get free admission to the zoo.

It can be said that Chen Zhou has all the advantages in terms of equipment and physical fitness.

However, he still did not dare to ignore the fighting power of the natives. After seeing the height and appearance of all the warriors, he began to observe their weapons.

The weapons of the natives were placed in the canoes.

After much effort, they moved the canoe to the shore. Then, under the command of the elders, they went to find firewood, dig holes on the beach, and move the prisoners out. They scattered and did different jobs according to their division of labor.

During this process, Chen Zhou saw clearly the weapons they were carrying.

Perhaps years of experience had made these natives feel that the big island was safe. Their purpose was purely to enjoy the banquet rather than to fight, so they carried very few weapons.

Apart from a few bows and wooden knives made by the natives, Chen Zhou only saw two spears, which made him secretly relieved.

For him, spear throwing is the most threatening means of attack. Ordinary wooden swords and bows and arrows cannot cause any harm to him unless they hit his face accurately.

His confidence was further strengthened by the sight of how few spears the natives carried.

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Chen Zhou occasionally picked up the telescope to observe the movements of the natives. He did not stop walking, following the route he had planned and practiced hundreds of times, approaching all the way. Before he knew it, he had arrived at a position less than 300 meters away from the natives.

There was a small tree leaning towards the ocean. There was only a small piece of soil under the tree, and there was sand and gravel all around.

On this barren ground, a clump of bushes "grew" that was big enough to cover a strong man.

There is no doubt that this is the "hiding place" that Chen Zhou specially arranged for himself.

In his worst-case scenario, the observant natives might spot the unusual bush and launch an attack, causing the battle to begin prematurely.

But he obviously overestimated these wild guys. At this moment, they were singing and dancing around a fire pit dug on the beach under the leadership of Ovokaki, and no one paid attention to anything unusual nearby.

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The people who collected firewood quickly returned to the beach with dry branches. The indigenous warriors who were responsible for slaughtering the captives approached the canoe and brought the "ingredients" for the feast to the beach like dragging lambs.

Three hundred meters away, Chen Zhou hid behind the "fake bushes" and used a telescope to count the faces of the captives and see their ages.

There were five captives brought to the island this time, one of whom was an old man, three of whom were between thirty and forty years old, and the last one was about ten to twenty years old, and was the captive who best met Chen Zhou's needs.

Limping along the wet beach, thinking of their situation, they all had sad faces, waiting for death to come in silence.

After the butcher picked up a sharp wooden knife and walked over to them, the fear finally reached its peak. The oldest man was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, howling loudly.

However, the howling soon came to an abrupt end in front of the butcher's sharp blade.

With a sharp stroke, blood gushed out instantly, dyeing the beach red. The old man, whose hands and feet were bound, struggled in vain for a few times, and then he was like a fish with its bones removed, without any reaction at all.

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Before the brutal and bloody slaughter began, Chen Zhou had already quietly approached the feast venue with heavy guns.

The beach was so wide open that there simply weren't enough obstacles to use.

In order to avoid alerting the natives, he did not set up too many hiding places, so as not to backfire and alert the enemy.

At this moment, apart from lowering his body and hiding behind a large shield, his entire body was basically completely exposed on the beach.

But most of the natives were focused on the singing and dancing led by the elders. The few who did not participate in the dance were either moving firewood to light the fire or watching the slaughter of captives. Almost no one noticed Chen Zhou's approach.

Except for one young indigenous warrior who was a little distracted.

He stood at the outermost edge of the scene where prisoners were slaughtered, holding a longbow in his hand and a leather belt around his waist. For some reason, he turned his head and looked towards the southwest.

He saw a giant who looked like a monster, with a strange, glowing object standing in front of him.

The distance was about a hundred meters, and the giant's attire prevented him from seeing his face clearly. He could only notice that the monster was holding a stick with a black hole on it, facing them from a distance.

With an inexplicable ominous premonition in his heart, the little native quickly drew his bow and shouted loudly in an attempt to attract other people's attention.

But it was too late.

Bang!
Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, accompanied by smoke and loud noise, a native fell to the ground. (End of this chapter)