Blackwater sent 150 people this time, led by a Hispanic American surnamed Pizarro.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our mission is to clean up the indigenous people of this island in two days. Oh no, it's to send the natives of this island to bask in the dawn of civilization. You know, the savage natives, the Filipino monkeys are very stubborn, they don't really reason, so we have to be ready to open fire at any time. Remember to fire first, then ask questions. As far as we know, there is probably a small tribe of less than a hundred people on this island. We know that a small tribe of this size certainly can't stand up to us, but they don't necessarily know. Therefore, most of them will use force to reject our good intentions. So, everyone should be careful. Don't let 150 of us clean up so many dozens of natives, and actually cause casualties. That's going to be laughed to death. ”

"Got it, Francis." The squad leader replied, "There are dozens of barbarians, and among them, there are only a dozen adult men with combat effectiveness. At most, there are some homemade bows and arrows in his hands, and most of the arrows in the bows and arrows are still made of bone. They may not be able to find a single piece of iron all over their bodies, and if they deal with such a guy and get injured, then it is really time to get out of the black water. But we have to be careful, knowing that the mess in this jungle may be more dangerous than the barbarians. ”

"Alvargro, don't be too proud. Not to mention anything else, the poisoned arrows of those guys, and the traps they set, are all deadly things. Moreover, these barbarians may not really have a single iron weapon on their bodies, as you think. They also have dealings with other barbarians, and it is not impossible to have even one or two guns in their hands. Pizarro warned.

When he first provoked the Filipinos to rebel against the Spaniards, he provided these natives with a lot of guns. Later, when the Americans and the natives turned against each other, they successfully suppressed most of the natives who dared to resist, and most of the guns were naturally confiscated. However, there are still guns scattered outside, and there are quite a few of them.

"Hell, those guns have been around for several years, and in such a tropical environment, if they fall into the hands of those barbarians, they won't be able to maintain them, and even if they are still there, it's strange that they can be fired." Alvargro said with a disapproving smile.

"Still be careful. Some of the guns MacDonald developed specifically for the rebels could be effective even if they were left unmaintained for a long time. Pizarro said.

"It had to be in a dry environment. In this kind of place, if you don't maintain it, after a few years, it will have long been rusted. ”

"Be careful."

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Although Alvargro said that the natives were worthless, he was actually very careful. If nothing else, those indigenous poison arrows are definitely not fun. In the tropical rainforests of Asia, there is a tree called the Bloody Throat, whose milky white sap is deadly and highly poisonous. Indigenous people often smear this white sap on the arrow, once injured by this poisonous arrow, the sap enters the human body, which will quickly cause the paralysis of the muscles of the poisoned person's whole body, and the blood is viscous and coagulated. Both of these symptoms are very fatal. Because the scope of muscle paralysis is not only the biceps and abdominal muscles, but also the diaphragm and heart muscle. Once the diaphragm muscle is paralyzed, the person cannot breathe on its own, whereas once the heart muscle is paralyzed, the heart stops beating. If you are shot by this poisoned arrow, you will fall into a coma within three to four minutes and die within ten minutes. It's so fast that there's no time to rescue at all.

Indigenous people sometimes set traps in the rainforest, which are filled with sharp bamboo spikes, which are also smeared with the venom of the bloody throat tree. When the U.S. military wiped out those rebellious natives, many people died because of these. And a few days ago, when the dock was being built, the personnel in charge of security had already discovered that there were natives snooping. They must have been prepared, how could they not be careless as members of the Blackwater team who had dealt with these natives countless times.

After arranging their equipment, the mercenaries set off. The island is not large, only a few square kilometers, but it is full of dense primeval jungle, and it is quite difficult to travel in it. The rainforest's tall canopy obscures the sky, and the light in the rainforest is dim, even at midday.

The low floors of the rainforest are covered with thick dead branches and leaves, and countless rattans are entwined between the trees, and there are no roads in the forest, and the rattans and various plants are blocked there, making it difficult to walk.

Still, there are some shortcuts. There is a creek on this island, which is the only source of fresh water on the island. Pizarro believed that the indigenous village would not be too far from the stream, and that there were no trees growing in the stream, so it was much easier to walk from the creek where there were some plants that were not tightly blocked.

In Blackwater's search team, in addition to the soldiers, there are several well-trained military dogs. In the jungle, these military dogs are especially important, in the dim conditions of the jungle, the role of human eyesight is greatly reduced, and their sensitive sense of smell becomes particularly important. With their help, Blackwater is easier to find its target and less vulnerable to ambushes.

"Woo", a military dog suddenly thought ahead and let out a low "woo" sound. The meaning of this sound is very simple: there is someone in front!

After Vanu found out about those white-skinned islands a few days ago, the people in the tribe were very worried. They had heard too many stories about the demonic white-skinned ones in their dealings with other tribes. The white skin came, and then the land of the tribe for thousands of years became white skin, and the people of the tribe were ruthlessly driven away or captured. Those who dare to resist will be killed on the spot, and men, women, and children will be sent to plantations or mines, and then they will soon die inside.

The people of the tribe discussed for several days, but they could not come up with any feasible solution, and some people said that they wanted to go to other tribes, but other tribes were not necessarily willing to accept them. There are also people who are reluctant to live in their current home, imagining that maybe Baipi will only stay here once in a while, and it won't be long before he leaves. After a few days of arguing, they failed to make any decisions, and Blackwater went to the island.

Seeing so many people in Blackwater, the natives knew that there was absolutely nothing good going on. So they could only ask the men to find a way to block the white skin for a while, and on the other hand, let the others quickly find a place to hide.

Now that Vanu and his companions were hiding behind a few bushes by the stream, Vanu looked out cautiously through the cracks in the bushes and saw that the whiteskins had stopped dozens of paces away from them. Vanu estimated the distance, which was still a little farther away. Because the bow in their hands is just an ordinary homemade single bow, the range is quite limited, and it cannot be compared with any longbow or compound bow at all, of course, in the rainforest, except for places like the stream, there is not such a long field of vision, and there is no such great range.

"If these people get a little closer, it's fine." Vanu thought so, only to see the men suddenly shrink behind the trees and rocks.

"Did they find us?" Vanu thought. Before he could fully comprehend it, he saw several animals rushing up to the island with the white skins.

"Discovered! Do it! Vanu thought as he shot an arrow at one of the military dogs that was rushing straight at him. However, those military dogs were too agile and the arrow missed. At this time, there was a whistle from Baipi's side, and the dogs immediately turned around and ran back. At the same time, there was a burst of gunfire from the whiteskins.

Vanu had heard of the Whiteskins with a lot of very terrifying, almost demon-like weapons, but he hadn't seen them. The same is true of his companions. Therefore, when they are fired by firearms, they naturally cannot make reasonable defensive actions.

The mercenaries of Blackwater still hadn't seen the natives clearly, but the arrows shot by the natives just now clearly showed their location. All these years of operations in the Philippines have taught them that pouring fire on the other side in jungle encounters is much more important than accurate shooting. So rifles and submachine guns fired wildly at the bushes. The bullets swept through the bushes like a whirlwind like a torrential rain, and the branches and leaves of the bushes flew up one after another, and from behind the bushes came the sound of screaming.

Vanu's luck was good, a rain of bullets passed by him, but not a single bullet bit him. But his companion was not so lucky, and Vanu saw with his own eyes that his friend Chachai was shaken by several bullets in succession, blood splattered from his chest, and then a bullet hit him in the head, so that the back half of his head suddenly flew away.

Ahsan, on the other side of Vanu, reacted extremely quickly, and he jumped behind a big tree at once, trying to lean against the trunk of the uncle to block Baipi's shots, just like many later TV films. However, he, like those guys who made TV in later generations, underestimated the power of bullets, and the full-power 7.62mm rifle bullet could easily penetrate pine wood with a thickness of more than 50CM at such a distance of less than 100 meters, and ordinary tree trunks could not block such bullets at all, so Uncle Guo Da could block machine gun bullets fired at close range with an iron pot, which was purely funny. Ahsan's action immediately made the Blackwater mercenaries who were originally shooting blindly see him at once, so several bullets immediately fired towards the big tree where he was hiding. Then Vanu saw him shake violently, and several large pieces of flesh were blown away in his chest, and several large holes appeared (the bullet lost its stability after passing through the trunk of the tree, and rolled violently after entering the body, and the damage was even greater than that of a direct hit). And then he fell down and died.

Vanu shouted in terror, threw away his bow and arrows, turned and ran......