From Robinson Crusoe

Within a hundred meters, the gun is fast and accurate.

He had heard gunshots hundreds of times and seen lead bullets tear the fur of small animals, but this was the first time Chen Zhou had seen blood splattered on a person's chest.

The targeted native who posed a greater potential threat was hit by the lead bullet and fell backward. He seemed to be shouting something, but those words soon disappeared amid the panicked shouts of the natives and the angry commands of the elders.

Chen Zhou watched as he killed a man with his own hands.

Perhaps it was because he was in the middle of a battle, or perhaps it was because his usual training suppressed his emotions.

Without any guilt or fear, just as he had practiced thousands of times, he calmly threw the spent flintlock in his hand to the ground and took another pre-loaded gun from his back.

……

Faced with the fully armed "terrible giant", the indigenous boy holding the bow lost the courage to fight.

The man who was struck by thunder was the bravest warrior in the tribe, the chosen one favored by Benamachi. He once bravely took the lead in the battle with the hostile tribe, cut off the head of the son of another tribal leader, and defeated the enemy army.

But such an almost invincible man fell to the ground after just a short and terrifying roar.

The boy didn't know what kind of attack he had suffered. He only saw blood, and then his mind went blank, as if the deafening sound was always lingering in his ears.

……

The natives on the beach were in chaos.

Ovokaki tried to remain calm, calling out words like "devil" and "monster", and called on the natives to take up arms and use the power given to them by the god Benamaki to kill the strange giant.

The natives who had gone to collect firewood were hurrying back;

The butcher in charge of slaughtering the prisoners had already killed the third prisoner. He held a bloody wooden knife in his hand, his eyes slightly red.

Killing the warriors of the hostile tribe without any pressure gave him extraordinary courage. Under this trend of courage that seemed like a castle in the air, he was the first to respond to the call of the elders and rushed towards Chen Zhou with a wooden sword.

……

The distance is more than 100 meters, and even if the natives are all athletes, it is impossible for them to get close in an instant.

Although Chen Zhou was a little panicked, the crosshairs of the gun in his hand did not shift at all. It moved slightly to the left and locked onto Ovokaki, who was wearing a feather crown in the distance.

Subsequently.

Bang!
The roar that scared the natives to death sounded again, and this time, the one who fell to the ground was their spiritual pillar - the elder in the tribe who communicated with God.

The last second, this vigorous old man was waving his arms, shouting exciting slogans, promoting the bravery of the god-warriors, and praising the beauty of the place where he would go after death.

In a flash, he fell to the ground, his lifeless body covered with tattoo graffiti dyed bright red.

……

The natives scattered around Ovokaki looked on in shock as he collapsed beside the newly dug sand pit, finding it hard to accept the reality for a moment.

The naked native woman was the first to let out a heart-wrenching cry. Her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground, crawling towards the priest like a maggot.

Some of the other native warriors stood still;

Some ran toward the canoes out of fear, trying to escape;
There were those whose faith collapsed and who collapsed to the ground, dropping their weapons;
There were also those who were extremely angry, shouting primitive charge slogans, holding weapons and rushing towards the "monster" together with the butcher...

Their emotions changed dramatically, their behaviors were varied, and their voices were loud and boisterous, as if they were in two different worlds compared to Chen Zhou who was a hundred meters away.

When he fired the first shot, he originally wanted to kill the native priest as planned, but there happened to be a native standing in front of the priest, making it impossible for him to choose the target.

The taller native was the only one among all the native warriors who held a spear. Seeing that he could not hit the native priest, Chen Zhou made a prompt decision and killed the warrior.

The situation was urgent and he didn't have much time to think.

After the first and second shots were fired, when Chen Zhou switched to the third gun, the butcher who was charging forward with a wooden sword in his hand was less than fifty meters away from him.

At this distance, you can clearly see the ferocious expression of the indigenous warrior, as well as his loose skin and reproductive organs.

With a large shield standing in front of him, Chen Zhou tried hard to remain calm and fired the third shot.

The shot was aimed at another native warrior holding a spear. If he was eliminated, the biggest threat to this battle could be completely eliminated.

But things don't always go as smoothly as he expected.

Some of the natives who had landed on the island to hold a cannibal feast did lose their will to fight and fled, but they were only a minority.

Most of the natives who can participate in this ceremony are the elite of the tribe and young warriors who are about to become the main force.

The fear of the unknown could only temporarily limit their will to fight. After the butcher and several native warriors launched the charge, these natives also stood together.

Some people picked up the spears of the dead spear warriors, some drew their bows and arrows, and some held wooden swords, relying on their advantage in numbers to attack Chen Zhou.

The warrior with the spear was one of the attackers. When the bullet was fired, he luckily took a step to the side and avoided the fatal bullet.

But the bullet was not completely in vain. A young native following the spear warrior caught it accurately.

The young native was a head shorter than the spearman, and the bullet that was supposed to hit the spearman's chest hit his left cheek instead.

The powerful force generated by the lead bullets driven by black powder is so strong that even a knight in full plate armor cannot resist it, let alone a flesh and blood body.

Half of the aboriginal boy's head was flattened by the bullet, and his cervical vertebrae were bent backwards by the force. His whole body was dragged by his head and almost flew out.

His short life just disappeared on this desolate beach, but no one cared.

……

When Chen Zhou dropped the third flintlock and took the fourth gun, the butcher who was rushing in the front finally approached to a position only a dozen meters away from Chen Zhou.

His vision trembled with the running and heavy breathing, and he could clearly see the huge size and strange attire of the "monster".

Behind the strange board that reflected white light, he caught a glimpse of Chen Zhou's cold eyes.

It was an expression he had never seen before. It was neither as fanatical and barbaric as the warriors of the hostile tribe, nor as fearful and cowardly as the captives being slaughtered, nor as ignorant as the eyes of wild beasts and fish.

He could not understand that expression at all, as if there was a huge gap between their thoughts and worlds.

He felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. Even though he was overwhelmed by anger and blood, this butcher, who had killed more than a dozen people, actually had the idea of retreating.

But it was too late.

Chen Zhou gave him the fourth bullet.

At this time, the distance between the two was only seven or eight meters. Chen Zhou didn't need to aim at all. He could use the long-barreled flintlock as a shotgun to hit the natives.

Such a short distance even wasted the bullet's kinetic energy, and the lead bullet directly penetrated the butcher's abdomen and embedded in the sand.

The butcher, whose ears were filled with gunshots, didn't even feel the pain due to the surging adrenaline.

His facial expression was distorted, his mouth opened wide, revealing his yellow and black teeth. Like in the Clash of Clans, he swung the wooden sword in his hand, and with blood flying from his abdomen, he chopped Chen Zhou's shoulder armor.

The thin iron sheet embedded in the rattan armor endured the blow without leaving even a scratch.

……

Holding a large shield, carrying two short-barreled flintlock rifles and a long spear on his back, and wearing rattan armor, Chen Zhou's weight is close to 220 kilograms.

Standing on the sand, he looked like a small mountain.

The butcher's loud but insignificant attack could not shake him at all, nor could it even change his expression.

One hand unaffectedly removed the short-barreled flintlock from his back, while the other hand casually pushed it against the native's chest.

The effect of adrenaline came and went quickly. After all, the butcher was seriously injured and even his intestines were broken. After causing minimal damage to the "monster" with his momentary bravery, he fell to the ground with Chen Zhou's push and never moved again.

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The vanguard had fallen, but the natives who followed did not stop.

According to the plan, they should fight and retreat at this time, run to the mountain, and kill the enemy with the help of the terrain and the obstacles and traps set in advance. But the plan can't keep up with the changes.

Chen Zhou didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

Putting aside the fact that four enemies were killed by four bullets, among the remaining 19 natives, five guys who were carrying firewood had not returned yet;
The only female native was still lying on the ground wailing;

There were four natives who were frantically pushing the canoe, trying to escape back to the tribe by boat;

Among the remaining nine people, only five mustered up the courage to rush forward, and they were scattered in a row. The distance between the person in front and the person at the back was nearly a hundred meters.

The other four were standing in the distance, some ready to shoot arrows, others looking at their companions beside the canoe, hesitating whether to follow them and leave.

Ovokaki, who could communicate with the gods, was dead. Without God's blessing, they could not defeat the devil at all.

In this situation, fighting and retreating does not seem to make much sense.

After feeling the power of the butcher's wooden sword, Chen Zhou knew that he still had two short-barreled flintlock rifles and a revolver with great close-range lethality. He knew that he had already established victory.

As long as he continues to proceed steadily and does not make any major mistakes, he may not even need to use his revolver to wipe out this mob.

……

Gripping the handle of the short-barreled flintlock rifle tightly, he watched the native warriors gradually approaching, waiting quietly with an expressionless face.

When they reach the range where they can fully unleash the power of the short-barreled flintlock rifle, Chen Zhou will use bloody lessons to teach them what the technological gap that is beyond their time is.

……

At this time, the natives who were drawing bows and arrows in the distance finally launched their first wave of long-range attacks.

The sea breeze was very weak, but their archery skills were perfectly utilized, drawing a graceful arc and accurately shooting at the demon who didn't know how to dodge.

However, they had no metal, and all their arrows had wooden arrowheads. This was indeed effective against unarmored units, but it was useless when they encountered a monster like Chen Zhou, who was wearing armor and holding a large shield.

Chen Zhou simply lowered his body slightly, raised the large shield sideways above his head, covering his entire body, and blocked the three flying wooden arrows.

As he raised his shield, the five native warriors who were at the front finally arrived one after another.

Three of them approached Chen Zhou first, among whom was the most threatening spear warrior.

He saw the monster use the strange board to block the wooden arrow, and did not dare to make the same mistake again and throw the spear, so he stabbed at Chen Zhou's leg with the spear.

But at this distance, the bullet was much faster than his stabbing speed.

……

The trigger of the short-barreled flintlock rifle against Chen Zhou's waist moved slightly, and bullets filled with a large amount of tiny metal fragments spurted out.

The gunpowder burned and exploded, and the hot gas expanded rapidly, converting its own internal energy into the kinetic energy of the bullet, pushing the sharp and pointed metal fragments to splash on the surface of the indigenous warriors like hail.

The debris easily pierced through their proud tattoos and graffiti that symbolized the gods' favor.

The skin, capillaries and even tendon fascia were all destroyed by the terrible metal storm.

The person closest to Chen Zhou was the most seriously injured. Several pieces of metal debris flew into his eyes, turning the world in front of him into darkness, and at the same time he was struck by a sharp pain.

His swift attack was deflected by the severe pain, and the wooden spear pierced straight into the sand. His hands, which were tightly grasping the weapon, loosened their grip and he covered his eyes with his hands, trembling, from which blood was gushing out.

In addition, his chest, neck and even waist were affected, with wounds everywhere, transmitting pain to his brain, making him completely lose his fighting ability.

Although the other two native warriors were not unlucky enough to have their eyes blinded by the metal fragments, they were not much better off. They were also covered in blood, wailing in pain, and collapsed to the ground.

……

In just one encounter, three of the brave and loyal warriors of the god Benamachi fell.

The other two native warriors who were about to rush to Chen Zhou were shaken by this scene, and the painful cries of the three warriors intensified their fear and the speed at which their fighting spirit collapsed.

Before they could reach the attack range, the two men turned around at the same time and ran towards the canoe.

Demons can only be defeated by the gods themselves, and mortals like them cannot decide the direction of the war between gods.

They felt that they should return to the tribe as soon as possible and report the matter to the leader and another priest. It would be best if they never returned to the island, as the holy land occupied by the demons could no longer be used as a site for sacrifice.

……

Seeing the indigenous warriors flee, Chen Zhou did not stop them.

He dropped the short-barreled flintlock in his hand, took out the long rifle, and killed three native warriors one by one. Then he slowly picked up the long-barreled flintlock he had thrown away before and reloaded it with bullets.

Maybe it's because he has practiced it thousands of times in his brain, or he just has enough talent, or maybe his mind is controlled by killing.

Chen Zhou only felt that he was calmer than ever, so calm that he was ready to kill all the natives, and had thought about how and in what order they should die.

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The canoe was pushed to the shore by the force of the tide. Now that the tide has not receded yet, it is simply wishful thinking for a few fleeing natives to send it back to the sea in a short time.

While they were making futile efforts, Chen Zhou had already put down his shield, loaded four long-barreled flintlock rifles with bullets, and was approaching with heavy steps.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Every gunshot represents the loss of a life.

The first to fall were two natives who were still drawing their bows and trying to put up a last-ditch effort.

Afterwards, two of the natives who were still pushing the canoe fell down and into the sea, their bodies floating with the waves.

At this moment, the clever natives realized that it was impossible to escape from the island by canoe, so they turned and ran towards the distant woods.

As they fled, they passed by natives who were running towards the beach in panic.

Perhaps they were too frightened, perhaps they had ulterior motives, or perhaps they had no time to care, so they did not warn their companions.

“Don’t go back to the beach.”

This carelessness led to more easy kills and more deaths.

Chen Zhou found that he didn't need to use melee weapons at all. He just repeated the steps of loading bullets, firing, loading, and firing, just like practicing target shooting in the courtyard, and he could easily take lives.

The indigenous warriors still pushing the canoe, the indigenous women lying on the ground, the indigenous people carrying firewood running back to the beach...

Gradually the smell of gunpowder could no longer cover up the smell of blood, and large pools of blood were everywhere on the beach.

Corpses, corpses in various poses;

Wounds, particularly hideous wounds;

Organs, torn and deformed organs...

They were clearly visible before his eyes, filling Chen Zhou's eyes as he moved forward and inspected.

His fevered brain finally cooled down and returned to normal.

He watched the fastest native boy rush into the woods and out of the range of the long-barreled flintlock rifle. He looked at the corpses on the ground, the big holes dug by the natives on the beach, and the bright red blood seeping into the sand. He finally felt nauseous and felt panicky and uncomfortable.

He wanted to follow his body's instinct, put down the flintlock in his hand, squat on the beach and vomit violently.

But he couldn't do that because there was one last living person watching him - the native captive.

……

The butcher's hands were very quick and Chen Zhou's timing was also very precise.

He took decisive action only when four of the five native captives brought to the island had been killed.

At this moment, only the last captive was left, the youngest native boy. He lay prone on the sand, struggling to raise his head, looking at the corpses and the instigator of the massacre. He was extremely frightened and confused. (End of this chapter)