The bows and arrows of cold weapons could not compete with firearms, and the natives hiding in the shadows under the suppression of powerful fire were either blown up or killed, and only one of the remaining guys fled to the depths of the palm grove in disarray.

The pursuit ensued.

The aborigines ran extremely fast, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye, but when Chen Yaodong and the others chased over, they found that a large number of natives appeared in sight. They gathered at the low walls on the outskirts of the tribe, armed with a variety of weapons.

This is clearly a positional war.

Those people just now were just blocking troops, and this was their main force.

The natives waved their weapons and screamed, and some even danced in front of the formation, dancing in an exaggerated manner, completely unaware of the catastrophe that had befallen them.

Zhang Jianjun and the others all stopped and laughed when they saw this scene.

What they were afraid of was the kind of archers who had just attacked them, and the last thing they were afraid of was this kind of frontal conflict, because they had guns, and the firepower was completely out of these primitive people.

The low walls of the indigenous people are only more than a meter high and are made of wood, resembling a fence. The low walls are covered with animal remains and hides. The natives stood in formation within the low wall, with archers and spearmen, and a mixture of men with blowpipes and arrows.

But their weapons were simply incomparable to those of cannibals, and they didn't have any iron weapons, let alone guns.

The priest with a feather crown and a feather coat and a face covered in oil paint began around the totem in the center of the tribe, singing strange tunes barefoot and splashing blood on the totem as he jumped.

"Chen Yaodong, do you want to compare?" Zhang Jianjun pulled down the magazine and replaced it with a full magazine.

"Than what?"

"Kill, let's see who kills more."

"Killing contests?" Chen Yaodong thought he had heard it wrong.

"That's right, don't you dare?"

"Forget it, I think it's better to be careful."

Chen Yaodong has no interest in this kind of competition, although he has also killed a lot of people, but he really can't do such a crazy move as a killing competition, no matter how many people he kills, he thinks that he is forced to survive. And the killing contest does not treat people as human beings at all, and is no different from beasts, he can't do it.

It's respect for the opponent, respect for people.

Although it sounds a little ridiculous.

"No, waste, then let's say okay, all the men in the tribe are killed, and the young women and the property found are all mine, do you have any opinions?"

Before the war began, Zhang Jianjun was about to divide the benefits, and what he did once again refreshed Chen Yaodong's cognition.

"What do you want a woman for?" Chen Yaodong asked.

"Nonsense, of course it's slavery, don't you see the slaves on the island? These cannibals have lived on Elysium Island for a long time, and no one is more familiar with it than them, so naturally no one is more suitable for being slaves than them, and when they give birth to children, our population problem will be solved. ”

Chen Yaodong, who listened to Zhang Jianjun's few words, was dumbfounded, he thought he was a bastard, but he didn't expect that there were people who were even more bastards than him. Zhang Jianjun is becoming more and more like a pirate, wantonly slaughtering opponents, even strangers, plundering population, expanding armaments, and killing innocents indiscriminately, what is this not a pirate?

"Whatever you want, I just want to go home."

Of course Chen Yaodong wants the treasure, but his desire is not as strong as Zhang Jianjun's, and he thinks that he can support himself wherever he goes.

As long as I can go back, it is only a matter of time before I can make a comeback.

What's more, even if he had that idea, he wouldn't show it at this time, people like Zhang Jianjun have been typically suppressed for too long, with the face of an upstart, Chen Yaodong glanced at Guo Lighting on the side, and the corner of his mouth showed an imperceptible sneer.

"Then it's decided, brothers, call Lao Tzu!"

Zhang Jianjun was the first to kill out.

The natives are also quite chivalrous, and they actually came out alone, Chen Yaodong picked up a gun and was about to shoot but was stopped by Zhang Jianjun.

"Don't do it, it seems that they want to fight us alone, then let's have a good time with him, don't say we can't afford to play, give Lao Tzu a gun with a bayonet." Zhang Jianjun is heroic and confident.

His obsessive approach made Chen Yaodong a little incomprehensible.

When is this still playing medieval fighting, if you are sick, you can just hold the fire and fight it.

He thought that Guo Lighting would stop it, but he didn't expect Guo Lighting to really hand over a rifle, Chen Yaodong smiled, he didn't see the wrong person, Guo Lighting is indeed not ordinary, too cunning.

In the face of his eldest brother's lack of brain, not only did he not stop it, but he also let it go, such a subordinate is not a good subordinate, but a real smile.

Guo Lighting is going to borrow a knife to kill people.

The natives who went out to fight were a tall man in the prime of life, he held a spear nearly a meter long in his hand, the wooden spear was shiny and shiny, and the red and white patterns were painted on it, and he slapped his shoulders vigorously to show his chest muscles, and the people behind him shouted and cheered for their warriors.

Looking at this scene, Guo Liang felt sad from the bottom of his heart, this should be a way for the indigenous people to resolve the contradictions internally or externally, in order to avoid war, they selected the strongest warriors on their side to fight, and the victory or defeat was absolutely disputed.

This approach may seem like a gentleman, but they don't seem to realize that this is a war, and no one has ever solved a war in such a way.

Their minds are still stuck in the uncivilized world, far from the last wave of cannibals they encountered.

"Come, I'll show you my methods today."

Zhang Jianjun opened the bayonet and walked up, the indigenous man roared and rushed head-on, raised the spear and poked it, Zhang Jianjun sideways blocked his spear is a knife stabbed over, he thought he had a chance to win, but he didn't expect the man to suddenly grab the rifle with one free hand, and his elbow slammed against Zhang Jianjun's face and knocked Zhang Jianjun out and fell heavily to the ground.

But instead of rushing forward to mend their swords, the native warriors brandished their spears and demonstrated to their own people, and the cannibals boiled and shouted louder, as if they had won.

Zhang Jianjun wanted to be in the limelight, but he didn't expect the boat to capsize in the gutter, and he was suddenly furious, got up and met again, this time he became very serious, and used his housekeeping skills to use his housekeeping skills, stabbing left and right, and finding the right opportunity was to slam the butt of a gun on the forehead of the indigenous warrior, and the indigenous warrior who hit retreated again and again, and his head was buzzing.

As soon as he made a move, Zhang Jianjun immediately launched a storm-like attack, and the warrior who jumped forward and hit with a rifle retreated again.

Zhang Jianjun turned around and suddenly stabbed into the warrior's chest in an instant, piercing the heart, he turned his back to the warrior and showed a cold smile, pulled forward and pulled out the bayonet, the warrior staggered back a few steps, looking at Zhang Jianjun in disbelief, this seemed to go against the purpose of their fighting, and the crowd immediately resounded with piercing screams and cries.

The warriors fell, and the natives were outraged.

"Don't look at it, kill Lao Tzu!"