Li Du was a person who was amenable to coaxing but not coercion. Of course, if he did not have the corresponding strength, he would have been amenable to both persuasion and coercion. But now that he had the little bug and sufficient strength, what was there to be afraid of?
He glanced around without batting an eyelid, and then he had an idea of what was going on.
This was the entrance of the canyon, and above their heads was the cliff of the canyon.
Li Du had long known that Antelope Canyon, like other narrow canyons, was formed by soft sandstone after millions of years of various erosive forces.
Generally speaking, this kind of erosive force was mainly the effect of torrential floods, followed by wind erosion.
During the monsoon season in northeastern Arizona, torrential floods often flowed into the canyon. Due to the sudden increase in rainfall, the flow of torrential floods was relatively fast. Coupled with the narrowing of the river channel, the vertical erosion was relatively large, forming the corridor at the bottom of Antelope Canyon and the hard, smooth, flowing edge of the canyon walls.
Throughout the year, the continuous mountain wind blew on the walls of the canyon, causing the sandstone to become oddly shaped and softer.
This was the reason why the National Tourism Administration did not allow tourists to enter as they pleased. In some places, the sandstone was already very soft. If tourists carelessly touched it, it would easily cause the sandstone to crack.
Even without the help of manpower, with the passage of time and exposure to the sun and wind for a long time, some pieces of sandstone would still fall.
For example, at the entrance of the canyon where they were, there was a piece of weathered sandstone the size of a coffee table that was about to fall.
This piece of weathered sandstone was now connected by a stone that was as thick as an arm. It was like a chandelier hanging on the cliff. The surrounding area was marked as a danger zone, and pedestrians were not allowed to go near it.
Seeing this stone, Li Du had an idea.
He snapped his fingers and released the little bug. The little bug quickly flew to the head of the stone and lay on it to absorb the energy in it.
After releasing the little bug, Li Du felt more confident. He looked coldly at the Native Americans opposite him and confronted them without fear.
Godzilla and Big Quinn were tough guys, especially Godzilla. When he was in Mexico, he was also a fierce warrior who had been baptized by bloody battles.
Therefore, seeing Li Du being so tough, the two of them became spirited and looked at the Native Americans without fear.
Hans felt a little more confident. He took out his phone and called Turis to quickly bring people over. At the same time, he was ready to call the police. The situation today did not look good.
The old Native American looked at Li Du with interest and said, "What did you ask? You asked why we forced you? Well, I will give you an answer. Because this is our territory, and because we are stronger than you! "
Li Du thought the words sounded familiar. He thought for a while and quickly remembered where he had heard them before. When he was confronting Harris and the other Native Americans, didn't they say the same thing?
The world was really as black as the crows!
Knowing that his opponent would not back down, Li Du took out his crossbow from his backpack.
He had a total of two crossbows. One was a gift from Hans when he first attended Hoffman's Old Goods Auction. It was the Pterosaur's Wrath that he was currently holding.
The other one was bought from a gun shop. It was called the Black Mamba. It was bigger, heavier, and more lethal.
Pterosaur Wrath was smaller and could be folded up. He usually kept it in his backpack, but Black Mamba couldn't carry it with him. He usually kept it in the trunk of the Hellcat.
Seeing him take out the crossbow, not only were the Native Americans not afraid, they all laughed out loud.
"Ha, I thought you were a tough guy. So this is what you're counting on?" The old man, who had been admiring his courage, laughed coldly.
"Come on, shoot here, shoot!" A big Native American took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles. He patted his muscles like a bear and shouted, "Come on, shoot here, shoot!"
Godzilla's eyes became fierce. He took off his T-shirt, clenched his fists, and tightened the muscles on his upper body.
His chest muscles were huge and sturdy. They looked even harder than the red rocks in the canyon. They were rough and indestructible, like reefs that had been battered by the waves.
Seeing this, the big Native American stopped shouting. In comparison, he was like a small stone. He had no right to be arrogant in front of Godzilla.
Li Du looked at them coldly. He raised the crossbow and said, "Don't worry, I won't shoot you. This is not a weapon to kill people. But once it shoots, it will be more terrifying than killing people!"
The old man laughed. "Is that so? Then why don't you show us? We've seen machine guns, cannons, and guided missiles. None of these things can scare us. How can a little thing like you do?! "
The other Native Americans followed suit and shouted, "Fearless! Brave and fierce! "
Li Du laughed coldly. "Ha, pretentious!"
Hans explained in a low voice, "This is not pretentious, man. The Navajo have seen these things. Of course, it was not the militia who used these weapons to attack them, but during World War II, the Navajo joined the army in large numbers."
After thinking for a while, he added, "You don't know about the Navajo, but do you know about the WindTalkers?"
Li Du did know about this. At the beginning of World War II, on the battlefield in the Pacific, the Japanese always used various methods to decipher the secret codes of the American army, which made the American army suffer on the battlefield.
In order to change this situation, in view of the experience of using Choctaw Indians as code communicators in World War I, the American army recruited hundreds of Navajo Indians.
Because their language could not be understood by outsiders, the American army trained them to be special interpreters, known as "WindTalkers."
Even if he did not know this part of history, Li Du had heard of movies that reflected this part of history.
After listening to Hans, he asked in surprise, "These people are the descendants of the WindTalkers?"
The old Native American nodded proudly. "That's right."
Li Du continued to laugh coldly. "The blood of heroes has been tarnished by you! Or are the WindTalkers like you, who like to bully the weak? "
The old man almost died of anger. The other Native Americans were furious.
"Insulting our ancestors, boy, you're dead!"
"Do it, Arroquia, take care of them!"
"B * stard! You have insulted our tribe! You have to pay the price! "
Seeing that the Native Americans were agitated and could attack at any time, Hans secretly cursed in his heart. He tried to look back to see where Turis and the others had gone.
Li Du also realized that the situation was not good. He raised his crossbow and aimed at the piece of weathered rock hanging on the rock wall like a chandelier. He said to the old man sternly, "Don't force me!"
The old man laughed again. "Haha, so that's what you want to do. Well, you can shoot an arrow. Let me see if your arrow has the power of a rocket and can break a piece of rock?!"
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