In the midst of his wailing, the Samru headman's mind replayed the joyous and solemn scene in the tribe when he sent his eldest son off to the battle yesterday morning.
"Tumi, my son, the wealth of those outlanders is endless. I believe that they must have a divine artifact blessed by the gods that can turn stone into gold and produce food, wine, and all kinds of wonderful little things from nothingness.
For this reason, don't snatch their floating wealth after you've conquered their tribe. Quickly go to the underground cave they dug to find the source of those wealth. This is the smartest way! " Under the warm morning sun, in the open space next to the tribal totem pole, the Samru headman hugged a strong indigenous young man tightly and whispered to him.
"I understand, Dad!" Tumi, who was wearing tanned animal skin instead of armor, with the four feathers on his head already taken off, nodded heavily and left his father's embrace.
After that, he picked up an animal skin bag that was wrapped with several heavy ores from the ground and turned his head to look at the thousands of Samru warriors who were dressed similarly to him. Clenching his fist, he waved it hard and strode silently towards the distant jungle.
Behind him, the Samru warriors, who were holding various island specialties in their hands, finally knelt before the tribal headman and the two guardian spiritual monsters with the highest status. Then, they followed the footsteps of their leader and dispersed into the jungle with a firm gaze.
The target of the Samru warriors' raid this time was naturally the human gathering place on Shrimp B1 Island. The sneak attack plan seemed to be sudden, but in fact, the 'seed' had been planted a long time ago.
In fact, in the eyes of the Hellfire tribesmen, those exiled outlanders, who were also the US army who had just arrived on Shrimp B1 Island, had already been attacked by the Samru tribesmen when they landed on Samru's traditional hunting ground.
However, unfortunately, after paying a very tragic price, the Samru tribe still failed to drive away those outlanders. Instead, it made the tribe weak, so they had no choice but to stop temporarily.
After that, these aborigines found out that even though those outlanders had occupied the beach land in their hunting ground to build houses, they did not rely on hunting for a living and would not encroach too much on the tribal interests. After some calculations, they swallowed their anger and no longer continued to attack.
However, even though the loss was not big, this matter was still a slight humiliation to Samru.
Fortunately, not long after, when the US army built a human gathering place on the foreign world's island and began to use endless supplies to exchange for the island's specialties that were worthless in the eyes of the Hellfire people, the Samru tribe that was closest to the gathering place, due to the geographical relationship, all of a sudden, the bitterness was over, and they obtained the most benefits by bartering.
Up to this point, it could be said that the harm had already been turned into a benefit. However, as the US government handed over the development of Shrimp B1 Island to the civilians, more and more civilians poured into the island. After a long period of contact, the Samru people found out that although these outlanders looked tall and burly, their bodies were actually very weak.
Not only that, most of them were very timid, and their personalities were not related to bravery or brutality. The few 'outlanders' who could fight also relied on alchemy items to master great power.
Later on, when the Lunar God bestowed the Dew of Wisdom, these natives found out that the birth of only two newborn spiritual monsters was enough to cause these outlanders to suffer heavy casualties. For this reason, they mistakenly thought that it would be difficult to defeat these outlanders by relying on their alchemy items if they were to confront them head-on.
However, if they were to launch a surprise attack from the inside, they might be able to easily conquer them.
Greed made people dizzy. It was obvious that the human gathering place that had already sailed with New York could not be a force established by the exiles, but the Samru people could infer from the fact that the ships were transporting some cowardly and weak outlanders, so they stuck to their original idea as a matter of course.
However, even though the greedy idea had made the Samru people stupid, their final rationality and the lesson they had learned made them cautiously contact the traditional allies of the tribe, Pelungia and Eruya, and proposed to jointly launch an attack on the human gathering place.
Pelungia and Eruya, who already had a judgment similar to the Samru people on Earth, only hesitated for a day before readily agreeing to Samru's request. However, just as they were preparing to attack the gathering place, Tudenan suddenly emerged and rose unbelievably at the northern end of the island after a few rounds of expansion.
This kind of danger that threatened the inheritance of the tribe was naturally more important than robbing wealth. For this reason, the sneak attack on the outlanders' tribe was put aside by the three tribes and instead, they launched a surprise attack on Tudenan.
Unfortunately, not only did the Samru, Pelungia and Eruya tribes' obstruction not cause Tudenan to fall apart, it even allowed them to seize the opportunity in the crisis and occupy the entire northern end of the island in one fell swoop.
In this case, Samru, Pelungia and Eruya had no choice but to form a closer alliance. Not only that, but they also unknowingly became the leaders of more than ten small tribes in the middle of the island.
For this reason, when the sneak attack on the outlanders' tribe to obtain a massive amount of material wealth to stabilize the situation was picked up again, the number of participating tribes increased from three to 17.
As the initiator of the attack, the Samru tribe sent more than 5,000 disguised warriors. They were personally led by Tulumi, the eldest son of the tribal headman, who was also the four-feathered chief warrior who was most likely to become the headman in the future.
They were the closest to the location of the human gathering place. After walking through the woodland for less than an hour, they could already see the magnificent outline of the gathering place's city wall.
"Today, I'll definitely conquer this glorious stone tribe under my feet!" Looking at the continuous thick cement wall from afar, Tulumi shouted in his heart as he crossed the city wall gate of the gathering place without stopping.
Together with several dozens of Samru warriors beside him, he pretended to exchange the ores they brought from the outlanders' shop for the magical green paper printed with a middle-aged mainlander's head that could be exchanged for anything. When this future secular ruler of Samru walked out of the shop, he immediately saw the figure of Taruta, the brave general of the Eruya tribe, strolling on the flat cement road of the human gathering place.
The two of them exchanged glances and smiled tacitly, passing each other silently. After taking a few steps, Tulumi could not help but smirk and say, "It's obvious that Duteba is the commander of the Eruya tribe this time, but even Eruya is here. Looks like they don't want to give the outlanders any chance at all."
In order to avoid attracting the attention of the humans in the gathering place, according to the prior agreement, Samru, Pelungia, and Eruya would each send 5,000 warriors, while the remaining 14 small tribes would each send 1,000 warriors, making a total of 29,000 people.
Of course, these were only the vanguard troops. After the attack began to cause chaos, there would naturally be guardian spiritual monsters of each tribe and a large number of indigenous warriors to launch a strong attack. In the eyes of all the aborigines, it was a piece of cake to carry out this sneak attack with such a huge force. This was also the case when the initial attack was launched.
When the night had just fallen, when the lights of the human gathering place began to light up, as though they had received a signal, countless aborigines who were originally walking around lazily on the streets suddenly pulled out the knives at their waists and madly rushed towards the Earthlings closest to them.
In an instant, blood dyed the entire street of the gathering place red. The duty officer of the US Army's underground base on Shrimp B1 Island stared at the square monitoring windows on the screen that looked like a horror movie and was stunned for a long time. Abruptly, he stood up and poured the entire cup of black coffee in his hand on his body.
Not caring about the scalding drink at all, he smashed open the transparent plastic box with the red alarm button and pressed the red button that indicated that the entire base had entered the first level of combat alert state. Then, he desperately pressed all the communication switches and in the midst of the ear-piercing alarm, he shouted, "Attention all units! Attention all units! The aborigines have launched a terrorist attack on us! The aborigines have launched a terrorist attack on us!
They're simply devils! They're killing our compatriots unscrupulously! Kill them! Kill all the aborigines you see! As the duty officer of the base, I hereby authorize all soldiers! May God be with you … "
As the base duty officer howled at the top of his lungs, thousands of fully armed US soldiers began to rush out of the underground base and shoot all the aborigines they encountered, regardless of whether they were attacking humans or had participated in the attack.
Unfortunately, the sudden massacre of the Hellfire tribesmen had already caused the human gathering place to fall into chaos. Even though the appearance of the soldiers had greatly reduced the human death and effectively killed the aborigines, the overall situation did not show any signs of improvement in a short period of time.
In such a situation where humans and aborigines were fighting and killing each other in the gathering place, the armed helicopters that took off from the battleships and the tanks that drove out of the underground base could not exert their power at all.
The ones who were even more restricted were the battleships that were anchored in the sea. The powerful surface-to-surface missiles and large-caliber cannons had all become decorations. The only thing they could do was to use the shipborne machine guns as rifles. From time to time, they would turn one or two aborigines that were alone near the coast into a bloody pulp.
This kind of oppressive and suffocating battle rhythm made the US garrison tribe on Shrimp B1 Island feel a deep sense of powerlessness. However, in the underground base's command room, the garrison's supreme commander, Bowie Horsman, who had two shining golden stars on his shoulders, was still fantasizing about quickly suppressing the situation of the aborigines' riot so that he could save his precarious military career.
"Dubin, order all the soldiers in the army who have not participated in the war to throw themselves into the battle! I want to make all of these ugly midgets in the gathering place feel hell in the shortest time!" When he saw the aborigines being chased by the fully armed US tactical team on the projector like mice, not forgetting to kill civilians even as they fled, he became silent for a while with a grave expression before shouting loudly.
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