From Robinson Crusoe

Werner could swear to God that he had never expected to encounter such a strange thing before setting out.

A remote island that had never been uninhabited actually quietly swallowed up more than thirty strong indigenous warriors.

Even though those ignorant and barbaric guys could only attack with wooden spears and bows and arrows, and did not even wear clothes and ran around naked all day long, they were, after all, the elite who had survived the bloody tribal conflicts.

What terrible thing had devoured them?
Is it a beast or a storm?

Or something else.

For example, humans...

To be honest, before leading these natives to the island, Werner always thought that this group of difficult-to-control guys must have been so happy after eating people on the island that they forgot everything and didn't want to go home.

It is also possible that they no longer wanted to obey the orders of the leader and were preparing to establish their own tribe. After all, they brought a woman with them when they landed on the island.

As long as they wanted, they could rely on that woman to reproduce and thrive on the island.

Moreover, the old priest who led the last group of natives, that cunning old guy with white hair on his balls, is far from being as easy to control as the tribal leader. He has been looking for opportunities to break away from control, and the probability of him taking this opportunity to escape is not low.

Sailors at sea are accustomed to betrayal.

Isolated in the vast ocean, anything can happen, and it is not uncommon to change the captain or first mate at the end of a voyage.

Influenced by this, the old sailor Werner always felt that these natives were completely untrustworthy.

If they had not discovered the hidden treasure of the Inca Empire and needed to transport the gold and silver treasures out as quickly as possible to avoid the greedy Monidez, how could they have come into contact with this group of inferior races who were like feces?

……

“I’ve said it before, working with the indigenous people is the worst idea.

That idiot Killian just wouldn't listen!
Kill all the people on the island, and then find a random place to bury the gold and silver, make a mark, and leave after we finish these few trips, and slowly transport it to the country. Who can know where we will make a fortune? "

Looking at the open door of the wooden house, the box made of unknown material placed in front of him, and the group of ignorant natives holding poles and celebrating behind him, Werner felt his scalp tingling.

As the Spaniard who had the most advanced shipbuilding technology, opened up the most distant waterways, and plundered the most wealth during the Age of Exploration, he believed that he had seen more than half of the strange things in the world.

Even if he hadn't seen it himself, he had heard about it from other sailors.

In another vast new continent, there are natives who are completely black. They are physically strong and most suitable for being slaves.

There were spotted beasts taller than two-story houses, rhinos with huge horns, herds of wild buffaloes, and horses with black and white stripes...

You will hear about all the rare species in nature, as well as the world's most advanced navigation and shipbuilding knowledge.

Even the rapid-fire artillery that was still in its infancy, the improved version of the matchlock gun with a more sophisticated structure, and the gold and silver-inlaid pocket watches of the nobles...

It can be said that Werner has always believed that there are few things in this world that he has never heard of.

But not long ago, his cognition was completely overturned.

This wooden house, which looked ordinary and even particularly simple and dilapidated due to being weathered by wind and rain, actually contained rare items that he had never seen before.

Whether it was the silver-white, extremely delicate metal buckle with straight lines, or the large umbrella made of unknown fabric, or the hard box made of strange materials...

Without too much observation, just a few quick glances would tell that the technical content of any item here far exceeds the level of craftsmanship he knew.

The straight silver-white metal tube has no traces of hand-forging and is as thin as kraft paper. The holes on it are extremely round and all the holes are arranged in a row from top to bottom. There is no error at all to the naked eye.

"This is not something that should exist in this world at all. This is too abnormal!"

If before setting off, Werner still thought that the natives had fled on their own, then when he saw the fishing box, he no longer thought so.

With a vague sense of foreboding, Werner was certain that there must be something on this island beyond his knowledge.

What's more terrifying is that he knew nothing about the thing that quietly devoured nearly thirty lives.

He didn't even know whether the malicious thing had noticed their actions or was approaching quietly...

"Fuck Killian's mom, I shouldn't have allowed him to take over this.

It's just a bunch of sticky shit, and it's bigger and stinkier than I thought!"

Werner cursed angrily.

His reason told him that he should leave here as soon as possible and take the natives back to the archipelago by canoe.

After reporting the situation, they can easily free up a large ship to explore. They have enough guns and cannons to deal with all problems.

Even if he couldn't spare any manpower for the time being, he could tell Killian that this island was not as simple as they thought, and that the natives were right, there were indeed demons living here.

They could just stay away from the island and it wouldn't cause any loss.

But just before leaving the house to gather the natives, looking at the boxes in the house, his natural greed finally took over and blinded his reason.

“The Queen may not have even seen this kind of rare thing.

If I bring it back and present it to the Queen, maybe I can become a noble lord. Who would still want to make a living on the sea then..."

Fantasy of a better future prompted Werner to pick up the fishing box.

He held the box under one arm and reached for the long knife at his waist with the other hand. He was about to yell at the natives to put down the things they had picked up and walk to the shore when a familiar loud noise suddenly came from the distance.

boom!
……

The frightened birds fluttered up from the forest, like a black cloud rising.

Chen Zhou once again smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder produced by the intense burning of gunpowder.

At the front end of the straight gun barrel, where the mechanical sight was locked, a native had already fallen down with a look of pain on his face.

Although the Minié bullet is backward, its kinetic energy is no less than that of the modern 5.56mm rifle bullet.

A powerful kinetic energy of at least 2000 joules hitting the human body can produce an instantaneous cavity with a diameter of up to 15 to 20 cm. Once it hits the target, it will leave a terrible permanent trauma channel.

Moreover, toxic lead that is deformed or even broken in the body will spread rapidly, causing wound infection and further increasing the mortality rate.

……

For the first time, the bullets fired from Chen's rifle demonstrated their power on a living creature rather than a wooden target.

At a distance of more than 200 meters, the Minié bullet squeezed out along the rifling and accurately hit the lower abdomen of a native.

At this moment, the native had fallen to the ground, holding his stomach with a look of pain on his face.

There was a very tiny wound on his abdomen, hidden by the skin, like a needle prick.

But behind this "needle hole", a bloody, bowl-sized wound was torn open on the side of his waist where he was pierced.

The lead sheets were like a storm that poured into his body, ruthlessly tearing his fragile flesh apart.

After the severe pain, lead poison will appear. Even if the external injuries are healed by chance, the erosion of internal organs due to the toxins will take the life of the native.

……

The natives' celebration was interrupted by a sudden loud noise, fallen companions, bleeding wounds and painful howls.

They dropped their fishing rods and umbrellas one after another, and ran away shouting words like "be careful and run fast".

Realizing that this was a gun attack, Werner rushed into the cabin immediately.

The forest here was cut down by Chen Zhou nearly three years ago, and there are almost no shelters that can block bullets.

Werner knew very well that the fleeing natives were sitting ducks.

The best option right now is to hide in the house.

And he had to find the shooter while the natives were being attacked, so that he might have a chance of survival.

The matchlock gun can only accurately hit the target at a distance of about 60 yards. At this distance, if you observe carefully, you can quickly spot the gunman and then avoid the gun line and keep your distance, or choose to take the risk of getting close and fighting to the death.

The matchlock gun was extremely slow to load, and if there was only one gun, and it was not in a large scale, and the enemy was close to him, Werner was still confident that he could kill the enemy with the sharp blade in his hand. As a bandit who had slaughtered hundreds of Inca warriors, he was fully confident in his knife skills.

……

After the gunshot, there was silence for about ten seconds.

The only sounds in the woods were the increasingly faint wails of the injured natives and the shouts of others running away.

Werner secretly estimated the time it would take to load the next bullet into the musket.

He had already thrown the fishing box to the ground. He held the knife handle tightly in his hand and carefully followed the gap at the hinge of the wooden house door to observe the situation outside.

He kept his sights within fifty yards, trying to find the gunman.

This piece of woodland is relatively open, and because Chen Zhou occasionally comes here to fish, he has trampled the grass to make it much flatter than the surrounding area, so there is almost no obstruction to the view.

Logically speaking, if there was someone within fifty meters, it should have been discovered long ago, but why was there nothing found after a thorough scan?

“Could it be that he was a sharpshooter, or that he just got lucky?

Or did he move to another location immediately after firing the shot?"

Just as Werner was about to expand the search area further, another gunshot was heard in the distance.

Having been prepared in advance, this time, Werner not only determined the position of the gunman based on the sound, but also saw clearly how the native was shot.

The native obviously didn't know the range of the gun, let alone where the bullet came from.

Like a frightened hen, he dropped the fishing rod in his hand, covered his ears and squatted on the ground.

The bullet passed his head and hit his shoulder.

Werner watched helplessly as the native's shoulder was torn off by a terrifying force. In just a moment, the joints and skin between the shoulder blade and upper arm were cracked in half, and the exploding blood mist was like a blooming crocus.

The traumatic power is far greater than that of ordinary lead bullets.

But for Werner, what is more terrifying than the power of the gun is that he cannot see any trace left by the bullet during its flight.

And he couldn't follow the sound of the gunfire to find the gunman.

……

He crouched down involuntarily. After witnessing the power of the Minié bullet, Werner could no longer feel safe in the walls of the wooden house.

He stared at the location where the gunshot occurred and tried to look as far away as possible.

60码、80码、100码、150码、200码！
Dense vegetation began to obscure his vision, and he felt as if he had reached the end.

He tried to open his eyes as wide as possible, but found nothing.

A strong sense of uneasiness gripped Werner's heart, and he felt like he was fighting a ghost.

To be more precise, he was being played by that "ghost".

“Since the boxes and metals here are beyond my knowledge.

So is it any wonder that the weapons here can hit farther, be more accurate, and be more powerful?"

Werner found a reasonable explanation.

But this is what makes him most desperate——

As a high-ranking plunderer, he was well aware of how he treated the Incas.

They once relied on swords and guns to show off their power, slaughtering and plundering at will, and torturing the yellow-skinned natives.

Now that he was facing an equally powerful enemy and thinking of his own evil deeds, he couldn't help but feel that hell might be about to descend upon his head, and the shadow of pain had enveloped him.

……

With his brain racing, Werner had lost the courage to resist.

If he had a musket in his hand, he might have given it a try.

But with just this knife, he would not be able to deal with the enemy who has not yet appeared. It would be better for him to think carefully about how to escape.

Now he has given up all dreams of becoming rich and noble and only hopes to escape with his life.

……

After two gunshots, the natives were frightened out of their wits.

Although they had come into contact with the Spanish, this was the first time they had seen such an extraordinary weapon.

To them, this is God's punishment!

Entering the devil's territory without offerings and without a priest to communicate with the god would be punished, and the rules passed down by word of mouth did not deceive them.

Now they just wanted to get back to the beach as soon as possible, push the canoe into the sea and leave here.

The fall of their two companions made them flee frantically towards the beach, regretting that their parents had not given them two more legs.

……

While the natives were running away, Werner, who was in a desperate situation, suddenly had an idea and thought of a way to escape -

In his opinion, although firearms are powerful, they have a fatal flaw that cannot be avoided, which is the slow loading speed.

He thought that the "ghost's" weapon was no exception.

Otherwise, why would the "Ghost" fire a shot at intervals? He must have used a cleaning rod to reload the bullets.

The gap between the two shots was his perfect opportunity to escape.

At that time he could let go and run away freely without worrying about being attacked.

……

“You are a genius Werner!

Only someone as smart as you can escape from here. If it were Killian, that idiot, he would definitely die here!"

Werner praised his own cleverness and leaned against the door, ready to sprint out at any time.

All he had to do now was wait for the Ghost to reload and fire the third shot.

After the gunshot, he immediately rushed out of the cabin and ran towards the beach.

That timid guy who hides his head and wears a mask must be alone with only one gun, and can only show off his power in this dense forest.

When he ran to the beach, the terrain was open and the "ghost" would definitely not dare to show up.

Only two of the natives were killed, and there were still more than ten left, so they could quickly push the canoe back to the sea.

“After returning to the archipelago, report the intelligence we have obtained to Killian. He will definitely be interested.

Next time we come here with our plundering ship, no matter if you are a 'ghost' or a 'devil', you will die under our gunfire!"

Excited about the chance of survival, Werner had already thought about how to take revenge on the "ghost".

More advanced firearms, better forging techniques, unknown materials, and more skills and wealth beyond his knowledge...

Taken together, these items may be worth more than the gold and silver hidden away by the Inca Empire.

The blood of banditry runs in Werner's body. As long as there is equal reward, he will dare to take the risk even if facing hanging.

Even though his life was hanging by a thread, he couldn't help but feel dizzy when thinking about the bright future, and a smile appeared on his bearded face. (End of this chapter)