Chapter 390 - 169: The Brave Resisters
Actual combat is always the best way to test.
From over two hundred meters away, two bullets hit precisely, severely wounding the indigenous people.
The Chen Family’s 1662 rifle has proven to Chen Zhou with its performance that it can be trusted.
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His body hidden behind dense foliage, his eyes sharp like a hawk, carefully tracking the movements of the indigenous people.
Of course, the brown-haired person who hid inside the wooden house, as a key object of Chen Zhou’s observation, was under close scrutiny.
The reason Chen Zhou didn’t shoot him first was to keep him alive for gathering information, especially to understand why these people suddenly landed on the island, whether it was related to the last ritual, or if they had other motives.
However, he had already made up his mind.
No matter why the brown-haired person landed on the island, he could not leave alive.
"Mysterious rewards," "technology leading the whole world," "a person seemingly from the future," "incomprehensible instruments"...
To the indigenous people, these things are at most miracles, but to the greedy path explorers, they lack that layer of mystery.
They symbolize endless wealth, supreme social status, represent force and power.
And the fact that there’s only one person guarding this "treasure" is really tempting.
Even if Chen Zhou only had a modified makeshift Mauser rifle, even with two Maxim machine guns, he wouldn’t be able to defend this small island against the combined attack of greedy Spaniards, Portuguese, and perhaps even the British.
Therefore, until he can truly stand on equal footing with these "bandits," or even look down upon them, Chen Zhou could not let the information leak out.
He would rather stay put, build the whole island into a fortress, slowly develop his power, kill or enslave anyone who dares to land on the island, than dare to engage with the outside world at this critical juncture—that would be courting death.
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Knowing in his heart that the brown-haired person understood the power of firearms, which is why he hid in the wooden house.
Chen Zhou could roughly guess where he was in the wooden house.
The large wooden house was first built in the first year of landing on the island and had undergone two renovations since, but compared to the building on the mountain, its maintenance was actually quite poor.
Especially after the rainy season, the wooden walls without waterproof paint were soaked and infested with bugs, turning rotten.
Such defensive facilities cannot stop a Mini bullet, even though the Mini bullet’s penetration is not great.
Hiding behind this useless cover is futile; if Chen Zhou wanted to, he could easily shoot the brown-haired person through the wooden wall.
Still, he did not do so.
At present, stopping the fleeing indigenous people from gathering together to push the canoe into the sea to escape was the most important thing.
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He put away his rifle, called over the panting Saturday and Sunday who had just run back, took Lai Fu, and the three quietly left the dense forest, heading towards the beach.
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As Chen Zhou expected, the invisible "Devil" had already scared the indigenous people.
They completely ignored the brown-haired person still hiding in the wooden house, scrambling back to the beach in a panic.
The few survivors, frightened and disoriented, shouted, and gestured to each other to quickly push the canoe into the sea, expressing in their chatter that they must leave this terrifying place immediately.
The bonfire on the beach had been lit not long ago, and several indigenous people were regretful there was no offering to eat, yet they started dancing around the fire.
The distant gunshots had not caught their attention, and if their companions hadn’t returned, they might have remained clueless.
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Accompanied by the survivors’ heartfelt warnings, fear spread uncontrollably among the crowd.
Growing up listening to stories of the "Celestial God" fighting the "Devil," these battle-hardened adult indigenous people feared the most was the inexplicable divine punishment.
The disappearance of the Priest was already an ominous sign.
Landing on the island at this month and this location was blasphemy against the gods.
Some cursed the damned outsiders in slang, even venting their anger on the Leader—
If he hadn’t insisted on collaborating with these strangely dressed people, none of this would have happened.
Some anxiously paced in circles, staring at the dense forest, shaking with fear.
Some, still thinking clearly, saw that Werner and the two accompanying warriors had indeed disappeared and immediately gathered a few people to head toward the sea, attempting to push the canoe and quickly leave this isolated island.
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However, it was already too late.
Just as the survivors spread panic and the other indigenous people understood the situation, Chen Zhou, with two indigenous companions, had reached Rock Beach and ascended the slope, watching them from afar.
"Do you understand what they’re saying?"
Holding a telescope, focused on the canoe on the shore, Chen Zhou asked the indigenous people beside him.
"Their language is slightly different, but I can still understand it."
Sunday responded first.
"Well then, you and Saturday take the knives and ropes, go directly to the beach, tell them not to resist, to squat down quietly, the God will not kill those who obey.
Leave the rest to me."
As he spoke, Chen Zhou waved his hand, signaling the two indigenous youths to go ahead, while he raised the long gun in his hand.
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The indigenous people, busy trying to push the canoe away, did not notice the two youths approaching them immediately.
The three most respected individuals had already begun directing the others and were the first to step toward the canoe.
One of them had white stripes painted on his body and was the tallest, seemingly the leader among them. Just as he stepped onto the wet sand and reached out his hand, before his palm could touch the canoe, a gunshot rang out with a bang.