The wounded finally began to slowly calm down, their breathing began to flow smoothly, the skin that had been pale from the lack of oxygen was slowly rosy, and the people who had been busy for several days were exhausted and went home to rest, leaving only a few people to take care of the doctor.

But when Tchaikov escorted the people guarding the mine back to the town, the town was in a commotion again, and Tchaikov didn't want to talk nonsense with everyone, his Tiger all-terrain vehicle ran over the cold gravel road of the town, and the loudspeaker woke up all the natives who were still asleep: "You have 72 hours, get out of here!" This belongs to the Tchaikov family, and you have been expelled ......"

The panicked natives were hit by another sudden blow, and everyone opened their windows one after another, and they saw Tchaikov's armed men driving into the town under the cover of the Tiger all-terrain vehicle.

The mayor of the town, who had just laid down to rest, was also woken up, in this case, the mayor was a representative of the indigenous people, and he had to intervene.

It's been more than 100 years since the last large-scale conflict between the Defenders of the Wasteland and the Aborigines, and each time the two sides of the conflict have been unable to defeat each other, the Aborigines continue to live here, and the Red Dragon Guardians continue to exist, and this coexistence has been maintained since the death of old Tchaicher, and now Tchaikov suddenly informs everyone that he has been expelled!

The aborigines naturally thought of diamonds. In their hearts, these Red Dragon Guardians, like themselves, came for the diamonds, and as soon as they found the entrance to the diamond mine, these people immediately announced that they would expel themselves! Anger spread among the natives, and while the mayor and Tchaikov were negotiating, some of the fast-moving natives were ready to arms.

In the face of Tchaikov's unprecedented toughness, the mayor was unprepared, and there was no suspense in the one-sided negotiations, and the mayor could only delay time by saying that he needed to discuss it with the aborigines.

"No, it's not negotiable! We dug up the diamonds and they showed up! They are the hyenas that follow the lions in the grassland! Lazy worms who don't get anything for nothing! Before the mayor could finish expressing Tchaikov's meaning, the anger of the natives could no longer be suppressed, and someone yelled, brandished a shotgun in his hand and shouted: "Get them out, get them out!" It's ours! Our ancestors lived here! Everything is ours! ”

Tchaikov did not think that the natives would obediently obey, but now the tricky situation is here, the differences between the two sides are so serious, conflict is inevitable, and under the current law, killing people is not allowed. This is not a war-torn Syria, and the Alexay people are obviously not trained to expel thousands of people from their ancestral lands without injuring anyone, so when the natives angrily shoot at them, Alexei has everyone temporarily evacuated the town to avoid casualties.

Alexai tried to use force to deter, plus shouting, but it was impossible to make the natives obedient, they had seen the diamond, they were standing at the door of the palace of wealth, they only needed a light push to change their future, hundreds of years of torment at this critical moment, they absolutely could not and would not give up.

Some of the impatient natives even left their houses and attacked the defenders in the wasteland, and although Tchaikov was furious, Alexei was still trying to control the situation. He formed a semi-arc of makeshift defense to stop the attack.

It was not difficult to deal with these non-professional armed men in the dark of night, and those who rushed out of the houses quickly regretted their decision, in the thick snow, and there was not enough light, the hobbling aborigines were simply good live targets in front of the night vision devices of well-armed armed men, and if it weren't for Alexa's demand that no one be injured, these hot-headed aborigines would have been dead in the wasteland.

However, the forbearance of the defenders made the natives feel that they were weak, and in the moment of madness, no one would consider all the force ratios, weapons gaps, and military generation differences. Although the attack of the night failed, they felt that they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and they would definitely be able to drive the Red Dragon Guardians away during the day......

When it was dawn, there was an uproar in the town, and all the people gathered outside the town with their weapons.

Faced with these crazy opponents, no one felt easy, and Alexei had already asked Tchaikov for the umpteenth time: "What should we do?" How can we avoid bloodshed? ”

Tchaikov was also hesitating, he didn't want to be charged with killing, but now the threat of force didn't work.

"Perhaps, we could have done it another way," Pandey suggested, "and if they don't have a house, they'll get out of here." ”

Pandey's tactic was simple, when the natives attacked, most of them retreated, lured them into pursuit, and then took advantage of the speed of their vehicles, and the Beta team quickly made a detour into the town and set fire to their houses.

At other times, Pandey's suggestion would have been too bad, but at this point, it seemed that it was the best thing to do, and Tchaikov agreed.

The natives had no military training, and only numbers could give them peace of mind when faced with well-armed defenders of the wasteland. Almost all the men, women, and children in the town rushed out, and under the control of madness, they wanted to wipe out the defenders of the wasteland once and for all! Let these damn hyenas leave their diamonds forever once and for all!

But they didn't think about how ridiculous it would be to chase a vehicle on foot in the thick snow! Under the domination of madness, these people tirelessly ran on the snow, firing at the slowly evacuating vehicles in the distance, but the defenders of the wasteland only fied back symbolically, and the bullets were still far away from them, which made the aborigines believe that these people were weak, and that the grudges and hatreds of hundreds of years seemed to be ending forever on this cold winter day!

Two hours after the aboriginal attack, the Beta team divided into three vehicles and quietly hid in a wood, they quietly watched the aborigines who were shouting loudly to defend themselves against the cold and panic rush past the neighborhood, the aborigines scattered on the wasteland had no formation and no tactics to speak of, they just ran after the man in front, from time to time someone fell into the thick snow, but they got up and continued to roar, chasing the target that they could never catch up.

As the natives crossed the woods where the Beta team was hiding, the engines of the three ATVs roared back the way they came, and they rushed into the quiet town, which was almost empty, except for a few old men staring at the people who had suddenly appeared with empty eyes.

"Tchaikov, do we really need to do this?" Beta's squad leader felt pity for those old men who had no ability to resist.

"Let's do it!" Tchaikov gritted his teeth and shouted over the intercom.

The squad leader asks the team to pour gasoline on the nearest wooden house.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the team member who was pouring gasoline felt as if something had hit him his thigh, and one of them fell down, spilling gasoline on the ground in his hand.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet slammed into the sparks on the gravel road, igniting the gasoline, and the team member was instantly enveloped in flames.

"We were attacked, we were attacked!" The team leader reported on the intercom, and two people nearby immediately rushed to the rescue, spraying the struggling fire man with a fire extinguisher.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, a shotgun hit the vehicle next to the squad leader, followed by an angry roar: "Get out of our land!" ”

As soon as the team leader looked up, the old man who was still empty-eyed just now didn't know when there was an extra double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and he shouted angrily.

One of the team members raised his gun at the old man, and the squad leader shouted, "Don't shoot!" But it was too late, and when the shots rang out, the old man stumbled and fell in front of the cold door. When someone fell, everything went out of control, and the people left behind in the town were shooting wildly at the beta squad, from the windows, from the stables, at the doorways, from anywhere they could, at the outsiders! The Beta team could only return fire, but for fear of more casualties, they could only aim at the side of these aborigines and fire, but the aborigines understood that these people had poor marksmanship and were even more unscrupulous. A teenager climbed onto the roof, lifted a Molotov cocktail, and slammed it into a Tiger that caught fire on the hood......

The attack on the Beta squad finally exhausted the last of Tchaikov's patience, whether it was to rescue his own people or to drive these hateful natives out, bloodshed was inevitable......