From Robinson Crusoe

Sunday was naturally unaware of what was happening in the woods.

At this moment, he is leading the sailors forward slowly and carefully.

This island was once their homeland, and some of the sailors even came from tribes. Although they have embarked on a better new life, the memories of the past cannot be completely forgotten in a year or two.

During the advance, Sunday ordered the sailors not to indiscriminately kill ordinary members of the tribe; if conflict arose, they were to maintain a friendly attitude as much as possible.

These people are likely to become new residents of the island in the future, and he doesn't want to strain the relationship too much.

The armed forces that were dependent on the tribal chiefs had been utterly defeated by them.

Next, all they need to do is eliminate the last remaining loyal native warriors, recapture the tribal chief, and publicly display him to the other tribal members.

……

Fearing that the native warriors might hide behind the jungle vegetation and launch sneak attacks, the sailors advanced slowly, no faster than the tribal warriors who were running for their lives.

Therefore, after entering the forest, Sunday saw no more of those tribal deserters. Instead, ordinary natives who had no time to hide, bewildered native children, and pregnant natives with big bellies came into view one after another.

These people looked at the fully armed, strangely dressed outsiders who exuded a murderous aura. Their faces showed both panic and confusion. They dared not pick up their weapons to resist, and did not know where to escape to.

Fortunately, the team came from an indigenous tribe, and everyone in the team could speak the indigenous language.

They tried to appease the tribal members with the power of language, and on Sundays they tentatively inquired about news of the deserters and the chief.

When questioned by strangers, ordinary tribal members showed great distrust.

But seeing the weapons the outsiders carried and their menacing aura, coupled with the frontline battle reports spread among the tribe by the deserters, even though they were unwilling, they betrayed the tribe's deserters in detail.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Even if the adults are tight-lipped, they can still use chocolate to bribe the children in the tribe on Sundays.

Children living here rarely have enough to eat, let alone special foods with extremely high sugar content. The rich aroma of chocolate can even conquer the adult natives who were captured in the past, and the native children have no resistance to it.

With the help of this group of "pragmatists," Sunday and the others did not take any detours and went straight to the residence of the tribal chief in the center of the village.

……

Having heard Chen Zhou explain the principle that "the monk can run away but the temple can't," Zhou Ri didn't rush after receiving the intelligence. He continued to advance steadily, step by step, while guarding against the natives' sneak attacks.

This habit is out of character for him; he has always been an impatient person.

However, despite the overwhelming victory, the risks involved in this operation never diminished.

They are all made of flesh and blood. Let alone being stabbed by a wooden spear, even being hit by an arrow would take at least a month to heal.

Now he is not alone, but the leader of the team.

He told the sailors to charge forward, and they charged ahead without hesitation. Every decision he made was carried out by the soldiers without a second thought.

That's why he felt the responsibility he carried. So many lives were entrusted to him, and he couldn't afford to act recklessly.

Every time they advanced a certain distance, Sunday would order everyone to clear away the surrounding potholes and bushes to prevent any indigenous people hiding there from launching a sneak attack.

When the sailor used his long knife to cut down the surrounding bushes and weeds, he would climb to a high place and use binoculars to look into the distance and gather more information.

This attitude of using all one's strength even when hunting a rabbit is a responsible behavior towards oneself and one's subordinates, as demonstrated by Sunday.

Unexpectedly, during an observation on his way to the center of the tribe, he unexpectedly obtained information about the Spanish.

……

The Spaniards, led by their tribal chiefs, were dressed in black or blue, wore hats with brims for sun protection, and carried long matchlock guns.

In a lush green forest, they swaggered around without any regard for concealment, making them stand out like a single blue dot in a sea of ​​green to Sunday, who was observing them through binoculars.

Even on Sunday, he remained wary of the indigenous people.

When he saw the long spear on the back of the Spaniard, he felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

Having been rescued from a ritual and terrified by firearms, he now understands firearms and can repair and use them. He already knew how terrifying firearms were.

To exaggerate a bit, firearms might be like the divine power of the gods in legends, capable of punishing anyone who dares to defy divine authority.

Having taken a fairly professional firearms lecture, I recognized on Sunday that the Spaniard was carrying a matchlock gun.

The first gun Chen Zhou taught him to use was a matchlock gun, and there are still a few of those "antiques" in the warehouse on the second floor of the factory.

Sunday was well aware of the drawbacks of the matchlock gun, but that did not prevent him from instinctively being wary of the weapon.

Although their Chen-type 1662 rifles outperformed matchlock muskets in every aspect, once a sailor entered matchlock range and the Spanish opened fire, there was virtually no chance of survival if he was hit.

While matchlock guns using lead bullets may lack range, accuracy, and rate of fire, their power is in no way inferior to Chen's rifles.

Chen Zhou once said that on the battlefields of the 17th century, the bullets of the arquebus could defeat knights who were fully armored, which shows its power.

If shot, one will either die or be maimed.

"We can't let them move forward."

"If we go any further, they'll soon be within our firing range, and if a fight breaks out then, there might be casualties."

Estimate the distance between himself and the Spaniards, he pondered to himself on Sunday.

……

"All personnel on high alert!"
Note that enemies have appeared approximately 300 meters to the northwest; they are Spanish and carrying matchlock muskets.

He revealed the intelligence he had gathered to the sailors in advance, and they looked on with obvious tension.

On Sunday, he offered them some words of comfort, reiterating the advantages of the Chen rifle against matchlock guns to boost the sailors' confidence before arranging the next steps.

The sailor with the best marksman, protected by the rest of the squad, climbed a tree to take up a high vantage point and take aim at the Spaniards who were advancing towards them.

They will launch an attack on Sunday when given the order.

However, in the first wave of attack, the sailors would not kill the eight Spaniards outright. Instead, they would fire bullets around the group to warn the Spaniards.

You are now within our firing range. It would be best not to put up any futile resistance, as it will not do you any good.

To fire a matchlock gun, a series of tedious and obvious preparations were required.

With him watching, he was ready to take their lives should the Spaniards dare to make any defiant attacks.

We are all relatively "civilized" people.

On Sunday, it was believed that as long as the Spanish people had some understanding of firearms, they wouldn't have to add more lives to his hands.

……

The agile sailors had already climbed the trees, found sturdy branches, set up their guns, and waited quietly for the enemy to arrive.

Meanwhile, the Spanish were completely unaware of the enemy's movements—

They still assumed the outsiders were still on the hillside, waiting for them to attack. When leaving the settlement, the Spanish forgot to bring a female translator, which meant they couldn't understand the tribal chief's words at all and could only guess his meaning by watching his gestures.

However, they could never guess just how terrifying the weapons the sailors used were.

Besides, even if they guessed it, they wouldn't believe it—

During the Age of Exploration, the world's most advanced technologies were basically linked to navigation. In their prosperous homeland, the Spanish had already seen too many amazing weapons.

However, even the most advanced firearms among them are far inferior to the Chen rifle.

In the course of history, it will take nearly 400 years to bridge this gap.

Such a long period of time and technological development has produced such power that even the most humble master craftsman would likely be skeptical, let alone an arrogant sea raider.

……

The Spaniards were full of confidence, and Rissoben, who knew nothing about firearms, naturally couldn't tell which of the two groups of outsiders was more powerful.

The ant cannot comprehend the difference between an elephant and a dog; in its eyes, both elephants and dogs are enormous beasts that can crush it with a single step.

After trying to communicate with the Spaniards through a lot of gestures, seeing that they all looked like they understood, Rissoben simply stopped trying to communicate with them.

Now he felt much more at ease and only wanted to return to the tribe and continue being his chief.

As for what the tribe would do after this battle, he hadn't thought about it, nor did he dare to.

He just wanted more alcohol; those slightly spicy liquids would allow him to forget the past, forget his troubles and pain, and indulge in a dreamlike paradise.

Compared to the ethereal God, perhaps the heaven after drinking is the only real kingdom that exists in this world, a place of eternal happiness.

……

Javier impatiently chopped down the tree branches that were blocking his way with his knife, scratched his messy hair, looked at the obsequious native chief beside him, and cursed rudely.

Since arriving on this island to guard the treasure, he hasn't had a proper bath.

At first, the native women seemed alright, but as time went on, he increasingly missed the blonde women from foreign lands in the taverns back home.

He only had two more batches of treasure left from the looting of the Inca Empire, and in another six months he would be able to leave this godforsaken place and return home, but then this happened.

Thinking about this, Havel's anger grew stronger.

"Getting involved with these damned natives is never a good thing. We should have killed them all back then."

"I told you long ago, Killian is a complete idiot, and any idea he comes up with on a whim is bound to be a bad one."

Havel chopped at the branches with increasing force, as if the branches in front of him were Kylian himself.

The Spanish sailor following behind him, disapproving of his words, offered a mild but firm reminder.

"Without these natives, you would have to catch your own fish, cook your own meals, wash your own clothes, and have no fun at night."

I remember you were making quite a fuss in the room yesterday, weren't you?
What, it's already failing so quickly?

“Juan, I know you are Kylian’s dog.”

But you don't have to be so loyal. You're not even here to guard his house. No matter how many nice things you say, he won't give you an extra gold coin.

You are all afraid of him, but I, Javier, am not.

I've made it clear, even if Killian were standing right here, let alone if he weren't here, I'd still dare to say that to him!

Javier put down his longsword, turned to face Juan, and roared at him.

He was tall with a messy beard. Because he smoked for a long time and didn't brush his teeth often, he had a mouthful of yellow teeth when he spoke.

In his emotional outburst, his foul-smelling saliva even splattered onto Juan's face, causing the latter to show a look of disgust.

"Stop arguing, let's get to the place first and see what's going on..."

Seeing that these two people who usually didn't get along were about to start arguing, another Spanish sailor quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker.

Because of this sudden dispute, the Spanish marching column was forced to stop.

Lisuo, who was naked, couldn't understand why these people suddenly looked like they were about to fight.

Still thinking about what to do after dealing with those outsiders, he dared not make a sound and could only quietly take two steps back, waiting for the farce to end.

……

The Spanish sailors never expected that Javier, that stubborn mule, would actually throw a tantrum today.

Normally, others could persuade him, but today this guy was acting like no one could change his mind, determined to fight Juan to the death.

He never put down his long knife, and his attitude towards Juan gradually escalated from verbal abuse to shoving and even raising his fist repeatedly, intending to resolve the issue with force.

They were all friends and companions living together on the deserted island. The other Spaniards could not stand by and watch the situation deteriorate, so they either spoke up to dissuade them or stepped in to stop them.

The group in the dense forest was immediately thrown into chaos.

At that moment, the Spaniards who were arguing or trying to mediate had no idea that, less than two hundred meters up in the trees, someone was observing their strange behavior with a gun.

Watching this group of Spaniards pushing and arguing from afar on Sunday, I couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing—

He was on high alert, and the enemy he treated with the utmost respect turned out to be this kind of scoundrel. He didn't know whether he should be happy or feel sorry for these people.

Of course, the enemy's poor discipline is a good thing no matter how you look at it.

He coughed to remind all the sailors in the trees of his command, and then raised a hand on Sunday.

The sailors' eyes were all fixed on Sunday.

After a brief silence, Sunday abruptly ended the conversation.

……

Javier has gained the upper hand in the argument.

Although he was furious, he did not lose his mind. He never raised the hand holding the knife, and kept trying to grab Juan's collar with his empty hand, trying to drag the short man in front of him.

The advice from his companions did not make him realize that his behavior was inappropriate; instead, it made him feel a special kind of attention, as if he were the center of everyone's attention.

Just as he was about to use his trip outside as an excuse to escalate the situation further, he suddenly heard a crisp sound coming from afar.

boom!boom!boom……

Immediately, he saw the thick tree trunk in front of him burst open, heard a terrifying sound as the wind whistled past his body, and saw clouds of dust rising from the leaf-strewn forest floor.

"Enemy attack!"

A terrifying word flashed through his mind, and he instinctively shoved his companion aside and ran towards the nearest cover. (End of Chapter)