From Robinson Crusoe

Actual combat is always the best way to test.

From a distance of two hundred meters, two bullets hit the target accurately, inflicting heavy damage to the natives.

Chen's 1662 rifle has already told Chen Zhou with its actual performance that it is trustworthy.

……

His body was hidden behind the lush vegetation, and his eyes were like a hawk, staring at the movements of the natives.

Of course, the brown-haired man hiding in the wooden house was the focus of Chen Zhou's observation, and his every move was within his sight.

The reason why Chen Zhou did not kill him first was to keep him to gather intelligence, especially to find out why these people suddenly came to the island, whether it was related to the last sacrifice, or if they had other intentions.

But he had already made plans in his heart.

No matter why the brown-haired man came to the island, there was no way he would leave here alive.

"Mysterious reward", "world-leading technology", "a person who seems to be from the future", "various incomprehensible instruments"...

These things are at most miracles to the natives, but to the greedy pioneers of the sea route, they are no longer mysterious.

They symbolize endless wealth, supreme social status, and force and power.

And there is only one person guarding this "treasure", how exciting it is.

Not to mention that Chen Zhou only had an improved Mauser rifle, even if he was given two Maxim rifles, he would not be able to defend the island under the joint attack of the greedy Spaniards, Portuguese, and perhaps the British.

Therefore, before he could truly be on an equal footing with these "bandits" or look down on them, Chen Zhou would never let the news leak out.

He would rather remain isolated, build the entire island into a fortress, slowly develop his power, kill or enslave anyone who dared to land on the island, than take the initiative to communicate with the outside world at this critical juncture - that would mean seeking his own death.

……

Knowing in his heart that the brown-haired man knew the power of guns, he hid in the wooden house.

Chen Zhou could roughly guess where the man was in the cabin.

The big wooden house was first built in the first year of landing on the island. It has been renovated twice since then, but compared with the buildings on the mountain, its maintenance is actually very poor.

Especially after the rainy season, the wooden walls that were not painted with waterproof paint have been rotten due to blisters and insect bites.

Such defensive facilities are simply unable to stop the Minié bullet, even though the Minié bullet's penetrating ability is not very good.

There is no point in hiding behind such a useless shelter. If Chen Zhou wanted to, he could shoot the brown-haired man to death through the wooden wall.

But he didn't do that.

At the moment, the most important thing is to prevent the escaped natives from joining other natives to push the canoe into the sea and escape.

……

He put away his rifle, called Saturday and Sunday who had just run back and were still panting, and took Laifu with him. The three of them quietly left the jungle and headed towards the beach.

……

Just as Chen Zhou expected, the invisible "devil" had frightened the natives.

They didn't care about the brown-haired man who was still hiding in the wooden house, and they crawled back to the beach.

The few survivors were in panic and shouted loudly, mumbling what they had seen and heard, and making gestures to their companions to push the canoe into the sea quickly. They had to leave this terrible place immediately.

The bonfire on the beach had just been lit. Several natives were regretting that there were no sacrifices to eat, but they also started dancing around the bonfire.

The gunshots in the distance did not attract the attention of these people. If their companions had not escaped back, they would probably still be kept in the dark.

……

Accompanied by the survivors' heartfelt warnings, fear spread rapidly and uncontrollably among the crowd.

Growing up listening to stories about the battles between "God" and "Devil", these adult natives who are good at fighting fear the most the illusory punishment from God.

The disappearance of the priest was a bad omen.

Landing on the island at this location in this month is a blasphemy against God.

Some people used slang to curse the damned outsiders, and even took their anger out on the leader.

If he hadn't insisted on cooperating with these strangely dressed people, this wouldn't have happened.

Some people were so anxious that they were spinning in circles, looking at the deep forest, their legs shaking with fear.

Some people were still clear-headed. After seeing that Werner and two of his companions were indeed missing, they immediately gathered a few people and headed to the beach, trying to push the canoe away from the isolated island as soon as possible.

……

But it was too late.

Just as the survivors were spreading panic and the rest of the natives were trying to understand what was happening, Chen Zhou had already arrived at the rocky beach with two natives, walked up the slope, and watched them from afar.

"Do you understand what they are saying?"

Holding a telescope and locking onto the canoe on the shore, Chen Zhou asked the natives around him.

"Our language is slightly different, but I can still understand it."

Sunday was the first to answer.

“That’s good. You and Saturday take your knives and ropes and go straight to the beach. Tell them not to resist and just squat down. God will not kill those who obey.

Leave the rest to me.”

As he spoke, Chen Zhou waved his hand, signaling the two native boys to move forward, and he raised the spear in his hand.

……

The natives, who were busy pushing the canoe away, did not immediately notice the two young men approaching them.

The three most prestigious men had already begun to direct the others and were leading the way toward the canoes.

Among them, there was a man with white stripes on his body. He was the tallest and was obviously the leader of the group. He stepped on the wet sand and just stretched out his hand. Before his palm touched the body of the canoe, he heard a gunshot.

In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible and terrifying force passed by him and hit the edge of the canoe in front of him.

A burnt smell rushed into the nostrils, and flying sawdust stuck to the natives' faces, bringing with it an indescribable feeling, like the grin of the god of death.

The roar of the gunshot seemed to still echo in his ears. The tall native was frightened and stared at the edge of the boat that was hit for two seconds. It took him a lot of effort to react and he crawled back to the beach.

……

The loud noise in the distance and the sudden burst of the canoe naturally caused a new round of commotion.

The natives fell into panic, fearing that divine punishment would befall them.

Some people even lay on the ground with their heads down, begging for forgiveness from God. Unspeakable fear struck everyone's heart.

In this almost desperate atmosphere, there was one person who was ecstatic.

He was Werner, who was hiding in the cabin, waiting for the next gunshot and was suffering from a miserable life.

God knows how difficult it was for him during this period.

It seemed that the more than twenty years of his life before this were not as tormented as these ten minutes. Just when he was wondering whether the "ghost" would fire a third shot, he finally heard gunshots coming from the direction of the beach.

“He’s going to reload!
My chance has come!

Run! Run Werner!

Run for your life, escape to the Islands!

Wealth is waiting for you, title is waiting for you, women are waiting for you, and all the guys who used to look down on you will lick your feet because of your discovery!

As long as you escape back, you will be a greater explorer than Columbus and Magellan combined, and you will be the most famous sailor in history!"

Constantly encouraging himself in his heart and cheering himself up, Werner lowered his head, took a step forward, and rushed out of the wooden house in a hurry.

Those bright futures were like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey, attracting him and prompting him to muster up some courage to rush out, even at the risk of being shot.

Werner thought he looked very cool when he went out, but reality soon gave him a loud slap in the face - he had just run two steps when he stepped on a branch, tripped to the ground, and fell heavily.

The moment he fell to the ground, Werner felt his heart go cold.

He was too scared. He was afraid that the delay would give the gunman time to reload the bullet and then shoot him.

The hateful natives, those cowards, had all fled long ago, leaving him alone here. He was the only target and the most obvious presence in the entire forest.

Once the gunman had reloaded, he would have been unable to escape.

"Ugh!"

My ankle seemed to be sprained and there was a sharp pain.

Werner let out a roar of pain, tried to support his body with his arms, and with the support of his good leg, he managed to stand up.

In his panic, he did not forget to look behind him, fearing that he would see a cold-blooded gunman aiming his gun.

However, it does not.

The news that the enemy was not in sight gave Werner new strength.

He picked up the thick branch that had tripped him and used it as a walking stick to support his body. He continued to sprint towards the beach, limping but not slowing down.

……

Chen Zhou naturally didn't know how much pressure he was putting on Werner invisibly.

At this moment, he was watching Saturday and Sunday move forward with his eyes wide open and his gun held steady.

The distance of more than two hundred meters is not long. Before Werner returned to the beach, some sharp-eyed natives spotted two young men in clothes and holding long knives.

Although Saturday and Sunday were not naked like them, their looks and skin color from the islands could not deceive people.

Someone just guessed that these two "compatriots" dressed strangely are our own people.

Before he spoke first, everyone heard Sunday's voice, which still had a bit of childishness.

"Don't resist. Just squat down and hold your head. God won't punish you!"

……

In this special period, fellow tribesmen who understand their language and appear out of nowhere seem to be more trustworthy than anything else, but they are also more likely to arouse suspicion than anything else.

It would have been fine if they hadn't worn any clothes on Saturday and Sunday, but when they did, they looked out of place among the naked crowd.

Besides, they are too young.

At this age, they are bullied by everyone in the tribe, and no adult will take their words seriously.

If it were an old white-haired priest, perhaps they could be convinced.

Moreover, Sunday's accent was different from theirs. Instead of sounding like someone from a large tribe, he sounded somewhat like the people from the small tribes they had conquered.

This not only causes doubt in people's hearts, but also a bit of arrogance and contempt.

After Sunday finished speaking, none of the natives scattered on the beach changed their actions according to his instructions.

Except for the natives lying on the sand, all the natives who were still standing on the beach stared at Saturday and Sunday with cold eyes, which made the two of them feel creepy.

The tall warrior with white stripes painted on his body wanted to be the first to stand up and play the role of "leader", questioning why these two people spoke to them in such a condescending manner.

But before he stood up, he suddenly remembered the wood chips that exploded in front of him, and the little courage he had managed to squeeze out of his heart suddenly disappeared. He lowered his head again, remained silent, and just quietly observed the actions of others -

There will always be someone who stands out.

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As expected, this soldier was not the only one who disobeyed discipline.

Just when Sunday thought that the natives didn't hear him clearly and began to repeat it for the second time, a middle-aged native with dark skin and wrinkled face stood up.

He was one of the few indigenous people who carried a metal knife.

The contact with the "civilized world" gave him some confidence. Holding the same metal knives, he thought he was much stronger than the two little kids standing in front of him.

He felt that he had to ask these two strangely dressed little creatures who had come out of nowhere.

On what grounds do you command us? On what grounds do you represent God's will?
……

As he stood up, the native, who felt that he was experienced enough and old enough, subconsciously raised the long knife in his hand, as if this could give him some confidence.

Even if they normally look down on outsiders and the leaders who cooperate with them.

Deep down in his heart, he had to admit that the weapons made by those who sailed large ships on the sea were indeed powerful, much sharper and stronger than their wooden swords.

Holding this iron knife seemed to give him endless courage - the courage to question others.

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In the tribe, brave warriors are respected even if they die in battle.

Among them, the warriors who had the most wounds, killed the enemies the fastest, and rushed to the front would be given a cannibal feast after their death, and their corpses would be particularly respected.

His brave heart could only be enjoyed by chiefs or priests.

The flesh and blood on his body is also a "gift from God" that only other warriors are qualified to eat.

Influenced by this culture, the native does not think there is anything wrong with his bravery.

In most cases, there is nothing wrong with being brave.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong time.

……

Chen Zhou knew very well that the two young boys, Saturday and Sunday, would definitely not be able to keep the situation under control, and he had completely expected that some troublemakers would cause trouble.

What he was expecting was the emergence of a troublemaker.

As the saying goes, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, if there is no companion to set an example, how can other natives realize the seriousness of the matter and feel awe?

The crosshairs moved slowly, selecting the head of the knife-wielding native.

Chen Zhou did not rush to shoot.

Anyway, we only plan to keep eight natives, and the number of people killed so far is far from enough.

He planned to wait a little longer to see if there were any other people who were disobedient.

……

Time passed minute by minute, and after the first brave "rebel" stood up, two more natives stood up one after another.

Due to malnutrition, they were not as tall as Saturday and Sunday, who had supplemented their nutrition for most of half a year, but their older age made their skeletons stronger, and they looked quite imposing when standing in a row.

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With more than ten pairs of eyes staring at him, Saturday couldn't help feeling a little nervous and even afraid.

His mind went blank and he instantly forgot all the teachings Chen Zhou had given him. He instinctively wanted to submit to the elders and apologize to them.

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Sunday's reaction was completely the opposite. He had no mercy or sympathy for these natives from the hostile tribe, let alone fear.

The idea of resisting power and questioning those in high positions has never disappeared since it was born in his mind. Only a truly strong man like Chen Zhou is worthy of his loyalty.

And this group of savage and ignorant natives, no matter how brave they were, would only make him angry.

Seeing someone standing up to resist, he immediately raised the long knife in his hand and repeated the order for the third time -

This time, his voice was much louder than the previous two times, ensuring that all the natives could hear it. (End of this chapter)