From Robinson Crusoe

The dense forest blocked people's view.

Behind the lush green vegetation, the soil was gradually soaked with blood.

There was no screaming or crying out in pain.

Death was covered up by the singing of birds and the chirping of insects, and swallowed up by the waves and the sound of wind, leaving only the numb and confused people on the beach.

……

Sunday always takes his rewards seriously.

He plucked off a broad leaf, wiped the still warm blood on the blade, inserted it into the scabbard, and walked back to the sea with vigorous steps.

……

There were four of us when we left, but only one was left when we came back.

Perhaps many natives had doubts in their hearts and did not know where their companions had gone, but they dared not speak out.

At this moment, in this situation, I have to be careful even when breathing.

……

Without saying a word, just by seeing Zhou Ri's confident look, Chen Zhou knew that he had successfully completed the task.

He nodded slightly and asked Saturday to drink some water and rest first, and he left the aftermath to Sunday.

"First, instruct these people to dig a few pits in the woods and bury these four bodies.

Everyone has to work, including the one with brown hair. You have to pay special attention to him because he may take the opportunity to escape.

If they don’t have any tools, let them use sticks or their hands to dig. If they can’t finish digging, they won’t have any food tonight.”

“As for the three people you killed in the woods, let him deal with them after we rest on Saturday, and make sure to bury them deep enough.

There were also canoes towed to shore.

Later, after they have buried the bodies, you will direct them to pull the canoe up completely and then destroy it.

As for how to destroy it, I believe you know it without me telling you."

“After you finish all this, take them back to the mountain before dark and give them something to eat. Don’t let them eat their fill, just make sure they don’t starve to death.

After returning to the mountain, I have other things to take care of.

That's all, remember?"

After that, Chen Zhou asked about Sunday.

"remember."

"Repeat it." Chen Zhou said.

……

Chen Zhou has different attitudes towards different people.

Since Zhou Ri has shown leadership potential and the intention to lead others, Chen Zhou cannot relax his requirements on him.

After all, indigenous people are different from livestock.

Although they are ignorant, they are still human beings after all, with their own thoughts and emotions.

If they are over-exploited, their work efficiency will be reduced.

If you are too friendly to them, they will gradually ignore the differences between you and become too arrogant.

Chen Zhou thought he was not a ruthless person. In most cases, he could not end a human life as easily as Sunday did.

The moral concepts that originated in the 21st century cannot be reversed in a day or two.

But he could leave some of the "dirty" and "tough" work to Sunday, and it just so happened that the indigenous boy also liked this job.

As for Chen Zhou himself.

He felt that as long as he could make the most of the knowledge he possessed, which was ahead of the entire world, firmly grasp the supreme force in his hands, manage Sunday and Saturday well and make them always remain loyal, he would not have to worry too much.

……

After making sure that he could complete the tasks he had arranged on Sunday, Chen Zhou took Lai Fu away from the beach.

Before returning to the cave, he went to the wooden house to take a look at his fishing gear.

Saturday always appears reassuring enough when dealing with these chores.

Not only did he retrieve all the fishing gear that was dropped by the natives and place them neatly in front of the wooden house, he also carefully wiped off the dirt and stains on the fishing gear. Even the small items such as the hook box, fishing line, float, etc. that were messed up in the fishing box were sorted out.

“It’s a pity that someone who is so careful in his work has such a soft personality.

With someone like this, even if I give you all the logistics, I'm worried that you won't be able to be a good 'logistics director'!"

When leaving the cabin, Chen Zhou couldn't help but sigh as he thought about his unsatisfactory performance today, Saturday.

……

The sudden "visit" of the natives disrupted Chen Zhou's plan.

Especially the brown-haired guy who looks like a Spaniard, his appearance is a dangerous signal.

According to the original book, on July 7, no indigenous people were supposed to land on the island. Even if there were occasional indigenous people landing on the island, they would not be from the civilized world.

The appearance of the brown-haired man meant that the last incident of interfering with the sacrifice and massacring the indigenous people had flapped the butterfly's wings, causing the entire challenge to change and move towards an unknown future.

In fact, as early as after the earthquake, the original work of "Robinson Crusoe" had provided little help to Chen Zhou.

The time of many events in the book is not accurate, and the location is very vague.

If you don't explore it yourself, it's hard to know exactly where something happened based on the description in the book.

For example, the river discovered by Robinson and the river found by Chen Zhou, and the wild goats seen by Robinson and the wild goats seen by Chen Zhou were eight or nine kilometers apart, and one was at the foot of the mountain and the other was on the mountain.

These unexpected coincidences caused Chen Zhou a lot of trouble in the early stages of the challenge.

Especially when he set out for the first time, looking for river valley plains and fruit valleys, he took a lot of detours.

But today, the unfamiliarity of the island during the early days of exploration is long gone.

In the north, south, east and west of the mountains, this area is covered with forests, with two rivers and a mountain stream. There is almost no place that Chen Zhou cannot find.

Despite this, he would take out the original work from time to time, read it carefully from beginning to end, and think about whether there were any mistakes in what he had done.

Especially the part in the later period of Robinson's life on the island, when he explored the entire island and toured around the island in a homemade boat, was somewhat helpful to him.

……

However, things have unknowingly developed to the current state.

Chen Zhou must admit that due to his various actions, the challenge development has seriously deviated from the right track.

It was impossible for him to be like Robinson Crusoe, guarding this isolated island peacefully, farming and raising livestock by himself, and living a secluded pastoral life for 28 years.

Kill this Spaniard, and there will be the next Spaniard. Kill this group of natives, and there will be the next group of natives.

Unless he can really kill these people or hide deep into the island with Saturday and Sunday, destroying all traces left over the past few years and becoming a coward.

Otherwise, wave after wave of invasions are inevitable.

……

He originally planned to leave all the trivial matters in life to Saturday and Sunday.

We devoted ourselves to manufacturing water wheels, windmills, and even hydraulic forging furnaces, and other facilities that could improve the quality of life.

Then build the sheds needed for the sheep, and make time to build several beautifully shaped and comfortable villas in scenic places such as river valley plains and fruit valleys.

It now seems that until the external threat is resolved, the engineering projects that allow us to enjoy life will have to be put on hold.

……

Faced with the natives who had the advantage in numbers and the Spaniards who might help them, Chen Zhou felt that his biggest shortcoming was the lack of manpower.

Even if he had only twenty brave, resolute and trustworthy warriors like Sunday, he would not feel so anxious.

Two well-trained teams of ten were better than a mob of hundreds, not to mention that Chen Zhou had an absolute advantage in weapons. Unfortunately, apart from Sunday, a relatively young warrior, and Saturday, a talent who was not suitable for combat, Chen Zhou had no extra manpower.

Even the only two people available were entangled by things on the island.

Especially now that a group of hostile natives have just been captured, not only will they be unable to help Chen Zhou share the pressure, but they may even need Chen Zhou's help.

……

Accidents have always been what Chen Zhou hates the most.

He doesn't like to disrupt his own plans.

But plans cannot keep up with changes. Now that things have developed to this point, for the sake of his future life, he cannot choose to escape and must face the impending threat head-on.

……

Sitting at the desk, Chen Zhou took out a stack of A4 papers - on it was the island development plan he had drawn up in the past.

Now, those plans can be scrapped.

He had to shift the island's development from an agricultural one to a military one.

The island needs more watchtowers, more beacon towers, and more defense facilities.

At the same time, he had to consider whether to hand over more advanced weapons to Saturday and Sunday, and whether these two were trustworthy.

If we were to teach them how to use guns, which ones should we give them?

Was it a matchlock rifle that met the standards of mainstream weapons in the 17th century, or a modified version of the flintlock rifle he had used before, or his latest Chen rifle, whose performance far exceeded that of the entire era...

……

The sound of the pen scratching on the paper was rustling.

The sun gradually set amid the sound that was sometimes continuous and sometimes paused, and the oil lamp was lit in the cave.

Chen Zhou's brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

The white A4 paper was gradually filled with neatly written words, row by row, clearly recording Chen Zhou's well-thought-out thoughts.

……

Before the entire island was plunged into complete darkness, Sunday knocked on the cave door.

After getting Chen Zhou's permission, he walked into the courtyard.

"how's it going?"

Several hours of intensive thinking made Chen Zhou a little tired. He sat on a chair in the yard with his legs crossed and asked expressionlessly.

I was used to his gentleness and tolerance on weekdays. I often smiled at Chen Zhou on Sundays, but I rarely saw him with this expression. I couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

His hands subconsciously pressed against the sides of his trouser legs, his whole body standing straight, he answered Chen Zhou's questions seriously and slowly.

……

The natives are used to being submissive and most of them have a strong admiration for the strong.

Faced with their brutal and violent fellow tribesmen, they behaved more docilely than they did in the tribe.

Language communication saves a lot of communication costs.

Although the Aboriginal language has a limited vocabulary, under the strict discipline on Sundays, all the Aboriginals quickly understood the content of the work they were required to complete.

Even the only outlier among them, Werner, is no exception.

When the stick falls on Sunday, he will not use less force because he is Spanish. He may even use more force because of his previous resistance.

……

While the natives were digging their pit, Sunday watched carefully to see if any of them were salivating over any human flesh.

Among the teachings of the "Gods", the most important one is not to allow cannibalism.

Although Sunday had made mistakes before, he had corrected them and after adapting to the current diet, coupled with the subtle influence of Chen Zhou's education, he had developed a deep hatred for cannibalism.

Although Chen Zhou did not instruct him to punish the natives who wanted to eat human flesh, Sunday spontaneously implemented this rule.

……

After the natives landed on the island, four of them followed Werner to look for any signs of activities by their fellow tribesmen, while the rest stayed on the beach to make a fire.

They didn't even have time to find food before they were suddenly attacked by Chen Zhou like a storm, and their stomachs were empty.

They were taken captive in a state of terror and were driven on Sunday to bury the bodies.

The natives were extremely tired both physically and mentally. Some of them, who were used to eating human flesh, could not control their greed and wanted to tear off some human flesh to fill their stomachs while carrying the corpses.

The result was, without a doubt, a merciless beating on Sunday.

Sunday did not stop until the natives were covered with bruises and even their pleas for mercy seemed weak.

He made no secret of his disgust for cannibalism, and after demonstrating his skills and ferocity through "fishing enforcement", he told the natives:

“This is what happens when you want to eat people.

If they really eat people, they will be executed immediately without being given a second chance."

As the saying goes, "People cannot teach others, but things can teach people once and for all."

Seeing their companions who were beaten to a bloody mess and had difficulty walking, no native dared to think of eating human flesh.

Even when burying the corpse, they tried to avoid looking at it for too long, for fear of causing misunderstanding and being dragged out and killed by the clothed fellow tribesman.

After burying the bodies, the natives worked together to drag the canoe ashore, and watched in despair as their only hope of escaping the island was burned to ashes.

……

As the fire on the canoe died out, revealing the hull reduced to ash and charcoal beneath, the natives were not the only ones in despair.

Even Werner, the sailor who had always pretended to be submissive, felt a chill.

He had a vague feeling that...

He might never be able to leave this island in his entire life, and what was more terrifying was not the life of being a slave and toiling day and night in the future, but the consequences that his identity might easily cause.

He felt that he might not be able to survive like other indigenous people.

But he was powerless to resist.

Not to mention that he had a lame leg. Even if that leg was not injured, he couldn't run far even if he tried his best, having lost his weapon and done physical work for an entire afternoon.

Besides, the only canoe that could leave the island had been burned. Where could he escape to?
In terms of his understanding of the entire island, can he compare to that tall, strange-looking "ghost" with a mysterious aura?

"If you don't want to die, you can only try to be more valuable..."

As he lowered his head and limped up the mountain with the natives, Werner's mind was racing.

He didn't want to die. Even if he had to linger on, kneeling on the ground and licking the soles of other people's feet, as long as he could hold on until that bastard Killian landed on the island, he could turn the tables and become the master.

Before that, he must give everything he can, using lies, wealth, women, and beautiful prospects to stabilize the "ghost".

Werner thought that there should be no one in the world who would refuse a large amount of gold and silver treasures from the Inca Empire.

That was the heaviest bargaining chip he held.

He believed that no matter how extraordinary a person was, after knowing the huge amount of wealth, he would not kill him, a "living treasure hunter", in order to obtain the specific location of the wealth.

Even the noble lords would be tempted when they heard the total amount of wealth, and might even organize a fleet to sail out to sea themselves.

Not to mention this "ghost" living on an isolated island.

"He will definitely let me live for the treasure of the Inca Empire!"

……

Of course, Werner, who had already figured out a plan and had developed some confidence in his survival, would never have imagined this.

Due to his special identity and the lack of a common language, in the "ghost's" mind, he had already been sentenced to death.

All the efforts he made to make a living at this moment will become a performance of a circus clown that will be laughed at by everyone after Chen Zhou squeezes all his value out of him. (End of this chapter)