Starting from Robinson Crusoe

Chapter 330 143: Massacre

Within a hundred meters, the gun was both fast and accurate.

Chen Zhou had heard gunshots hundreds of times and had seen how lead bullets tore through the fur of small animals, but this was the first time he'd witnessed blood bursting from a human chest.

The indigenous person, considered a significant potential threat and targeted, was hit by the lead bullet and fell backward, seemingly shouting something, but those words were quickly drowned by the panicked cries of the tribespeople and the angry commands of their elders.

Chen Zhou watched as he killed a person with his own hands.

Perhaps it was because he was in the midst of battle, or perhaps his regular training suppressed his emotions.

He felt no guilt or nausea, nor fear, just like the countless drills he'd done before. Calmly, he discarded the empty flintlock gun at his feet and took another pre-loaded one from his back.

...

Faced with the fully armed 'terrifying giant,' the indigenous youth holding a bow lost the courage to fight.

The man struck by the thunderous sound was the bravest warrior of the tribe, the chosen one favored by Benamaki. He had once led a charge in battle against an enemy tribe, beheading their tribe leader's son, and crushing their forces.

Yet, this nearly invincible man fell to the ground in the span of a terrifying thunderclap.

The youth couldn't understand what kind of attack had befallen him. All he saw was blood, then his mind went blank, as if that deafening sound constantly echoed in his ears.

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The beach was in chaos with the indigenous people.

Owokaki forced himself to remain calm, invoking words like "devil" and "monster," rallying the tribesmen to take up their weapons and, with the strength bestowed upon them by the Celestial God Benamaki, kill the strange giant.

The indigenous people who went to gather firewood were hastily running back;

The butcher, responsible for slaughtering captives, had already killed the third captive, holding a bloody wooden saber, eyes slightly bloodshot—

The ease with which he killed enemy warriors gave him extraordinary courage, and under this seemingly false bravado, he was the first to answer the elder's call, rushing toward Chen Zhou with a wooden saber.

...

Even with a hundred-meter distance, no matter how athletic the indigenous were, they couldn't close it in an instant.

Though Chen Zhou felt a bit nervous inside, the sights of his gun did not waver as he slightly shifted it to the left, locking onto Owokaki wearing a feathered crown in the distance.

Then.

Bang!

The thunderous roar that terrified the indigenous people erupted again, and this time, it was their spiritual anchor—the elderly priest who communicated with their god—that fell.

The previous moment, this vigorous elder was waving his arms, shouting blood-stirring slogans, promoting the bravery of the celestial warriors, extolling the beauty of the afterlife.

In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground, his tattooed markings, dyed a bright red, and his life slipping away.

...

The indigenous people scattered around Owokaki stared in shock as he fell beside a freshly dug sandpit, struggling to accept the reality.

The naked indigenous women were the first to issue a heart-wrenching wail, their legs buckling as they knelt on the ground, crawling toward the priest like maggots.

The remaining indigenous warriors stood frozen in place;

Some, out of fear, ran toward the canoes attempting to escape;

Others had their faith shattered, collapsing to the ground, tossing away their weapons;

And some were extremely furious, shouting primitive war cries, brandishing weapons as they followed the butcher charging at the 'monster'...

Their emotions swung wildly, their behaviors varied greatly, their voices noisy and cluttered, as if they and Chen Zhou, a hundred meters away, existed in separate worlds.

When he fired the first shot, he originally intended to kill the indigenous priest according to his plan, but an indigenous person happened to block his line of sight, preventing him from selecting the target.

The taller indigenous person was one of the only two warriors among them wielding a long spear. Seeing that he couldn't hit the priest, Chen Zhou made a quick decision to kill this warrior.

The situation was urgent, leaving him little time to think.

After firing the first and second shots, as Chen Zhou replaced them with a third gun, the butcher sprinting with a wooden saber was now less than fifty meters away.

At this distance, the fierce expression of the indigenous warrior, along with their loose skin and genitalia, was clearly visible.

With a great shield standing before him, Chen Zhou endeavored to maintain inner calmness and fired the third shot.

This shot was aimed at another indigenous warrior bearing a long spear, and taking him down would eliminate the greatest threat in this battle.

But things didn't always go as he planned.

Although some of the indigenous people attending the cannibal feast fled in loss of will to fight, it was only a few.

Most of the indigenous people participating in such a ritual were either the elite or soon-to-be main warriors of the tribe.

The fear of the unknown could only temporarily restrain their will to fight, and after the butcher and several warriors charged, these indigenous people also stood together.

Some picked up the fallen warrior's long spear, some drew their bow and arrow, and others brandished wooden sabers, leveraging their numerical advantage to attack Chen Zhou.

One of the warriors bearing a long spear was among the attackers. As the bullet left the chamber, he narrowly stepped aside, evading this deadly bullet.

However, the bullet wasn't without results; it precisely caught a young indigenous boy trailing behind the spear-wielding warrior.

This boy was a head shorter than the spear warrior, and the bullet that was supposed to hit the warrior's chest struck his left face instead.