The priest stood on the high platform with the dark red juice and splashed it down vigorously, and everyone was bathed in the liquid, screaming and writhing wildly, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

However, such a method of spiritual victory is not worth mentioning at all in the face of bullets.

The natives jumped out of the fence and charged, and with the blessing of the power of the gods, they charged head-on to their enemies.

But it's ridiculous.

When the battle began, Zhang Jianjun's submachine gun spewed flames, rows of bullets hit it, and the metal bullets pierced the human body in an instant, rotating and blasting in the body, and the person in front fell down.

"Fight, kill Lao Tzu!"

Zhang Jianjun was like a crazy beast, not dodging or dodging the natives who rushed over frantically.

Others also opened fire.

At this moment, it has nothing to do with what Zhang Jianjun wants to do, everyone is on the same front, not only because they all have a common purpose, but also because they are all modern people, and they will use the way of modern people to expel barbarism and conquer these uncivilized primitive people.

It's a chilling and terrifying thought, and the so-called mercy of human beings is never inflicted only on the weaker than them. When it comes to profit, they will immediately tear off the true face of hypocrisy.

The whites offered a large reward for the heads of the Indians for the land, and they were exterminated as if they were killing animals.

In the end they won and got the land, so they set up Thanksgiving to thank God for giving them the land. It is also such a group of people who are arrogant everywhere and talk about human rights, which is ironic when you think about it.

If Zhang Jianjun and they were facing a group of modern people who could communicate, it is estimated that the story would be rewritten.

But now there is no if.

Countless bullets were fired at the natives, and they were like felled wheat, stubble after stubble, row after row, blood flying out of their chests and falling heavily.

The expressions of the natives are hideous and vicious, and Chen Yaodong and these people will naturally not be soft.

This is a collision of two civilizations, either you die or I die.

For the sake of satellite phones, they have no choice but to go home.

It was a one-sided massacre, like a repetition of the Zulu War, and it is not denied that the natives were courageous, but their weapons were too backward.

What is even more frightening is that they are not aware of such a gap.

More and more natives fell, Guo Mingming stopped, he stood in place, in front of his eyes the natives fell in a pool of blood, splashing blood, piercing screams, and the tremor of bullets piercing the human body were magnified countless times, deep into the bone marrow, and portrayed into the depths of memory, this is not a dispute, it is clearly a war.

A war between modern man and primitive man.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He fought with cannibals, they could dig trenches, they could use guns, and they were far more tactically literate than them.

What the hell is going on?

Killing is like a beast hidden inside, trapped in the cage of humanity, once it breaks through the cage, all humanity will be annihilated, leaving only endless killing.

Everyone killed the red people, and after shooting a magazine, they changed another one.

In less than three minutes, the vast majority of the natives had fallen.

Only the old and weak women and children remained, who could no longer fight, and howled and retreated.

The gunfire stopped, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and Zhang Jianjun laughed proudly as he held his gun.

Guo Mingming stepped forward and turned over a corpse, and said with a panicked expression: "No, they are not cannibals, at least they are not the same group of people who fought with us last time, we are afraid that we are looking for the wrong target." ”

"Mistaken? How can you tell? Chen Yaodong asked.

"Tattoos, their tattoos are different, and the way of fighting is also different, you all remember, cannibals have guns, they can use guns, you look at these people, they don't even have knives, let alone guns."

"So what? Don't you see that they did it first? Give me chase! Zhang Jianjun rushed out again with a gun.

Chen Yaodong stopped, lowered his head and checked it, and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity: "These people's equipment is really not very good, you say that cannibals can use firearms, and their combat literacy is also very high, so the question is, why don't they solve these people too?" Could it be that these two tribes can still coexist in harmony? ”

"Probably not, resources are limited, cannibals occupy an absolute advantage, and they can even fight with pirates, it is not difficult to deal with these people with their combat power, I think there should be some connection between them, such as bloodline."

"No, it's supposed to be God."

Chen Yaodong looked into the distance and saw that all the natives who had just fled had gathered around the priest and were prostrate at the priest's feet. There is also a small totem pole next to the huge totem pole behind the priest, which depicts the exact same totem of the cannibals.

The size of the totem pole already indicates the status of the two tribes, and it can also be seen from the geographical location that the Sun tribe lives in a volcanic basin with superior conditions, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and is rich in materials. The cannibals inhabited the open land by the sea, surrounded by no shelter, and the natural conditions were completely incomparable to those of the Sun tribe.

This is the real reason why the cannibals did not attack the Sun Tribe.

They believed in priesthood and God, and no matter how powerful they were, they would not dare to disobey God's will.

But no matter how powerful God is, he can't save them now.

Zhang Jianjun led the people into the tribe of the indigenous people, their bodies were stained with blood, the barrels of their guns were hot, and the ground was full of corpses of the indigenous people.

When Zhang Jianjun walked up to the priest, the priest walked in front of everyone, he waved the feather staff in his hand, shouted strange words in a loud voice, and the jumping movements were very funny, as if he was summoning the protection of the gods.

"Smack!"

A gunshot rang out, and the priest was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground.

The rest of the natives were stupid, their faith was completely shattered at this moment, and even the priests were dead, and who could protect them.

Everyone huddled together, screaming, crowded, and the people hiding in the room took the opportunity to get out and flee in all directions.

The spiritual pillar has collapsed, and the cannibals are no longer powerless to fight.

"Arrest them all for me, and kill whoever is afraid."

Under Zhang Jianjun's order, the big guy did it again, it was too troublesome to arrest people, or it was simply to kill people, and gunshots rang out again in the tribe.

"Arresting people is arresting people, not asking you to kill, don't kill them." Guo Lighting said loudly.

"What, you're scared?" Zhang Jianjun looked at Guo Lighting with disdain.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I've found out that they're not the people we're looking for."

Guo Lighting walked over, his eyes fell on the bodies of several children, and his eyes suddenly lit up, he found that the tattoos on these children were exactly the same as those of cannibals, he seemed to have discovered a new world, and hurriedly said: "Don't kill people indiscriminately, there are cannibal children among these children, you pay attention, try not to kill people with red patterns." ”

"You want to use these people to threaten cannibals? I don't think there's that need, it's not that important whether they're cannibals or not, the first priority is to find the satellite phone and search for it. ”

After Zhang Jianjun finished speaking, he found that Chen Yaodong was gone, and when he looked back, he saw that Chen Yaodong had already gone into the largest treehouse.

"This grandson is moving fast enough, look at them, I'll go first." Zhang Jianjun scolded, turned around and ran.

Chen Yaodong walked quickly into the treehouse, which was covered with animal skins, and a complete clouded leopard skin was spread on the ground, and the head of the clouded leopard stood on the side.

After just a glance, Chen Yaodong was attracted by a few golden things in the corner, strode over and picked it up.

It is a pure gimlet of extremely fine workmanship, in the style of medieval Europe, and it was used by the Holy See, with Jesus and the cross carved on it.

Chen Yaodong's excited hands were shaking, he picked up the cup and took a bite, there was not even a tooth mark, and the hardness was very high.

Can't be wrong, it's really pure gold.

This cup is at least 200 years old, and it can be sold for at least 500,000 euros in the European market.

"Haha, good thing." Chen Yaodong was excited and amazed.

Just then the sound of a gun being loaded came from behind him.

"You'd better put your hands up." Zhang Jianjun pointed a gun at Chen Yaodong's head.

Chen Yaodong raised his hands very interestingly, turned around slowly, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are boring." ”

"Are you interesting? A person sneaked over to swallow it for himself, and threw the things in his hand. ”

Chen Yaodong didn't dare to make a second and threw the wine glass over, and Zhang Jianjun took the glass and showed a greedy smile.

"Hahaha, I'll just say, the treasure of the Pirate King must be real, this kind of thing is impossible for these natives to create."

"Of course, there's still one here." Chen Yaodong stood aside very interestingly.

Zhang Jianjun stepped forward and smiled even more happily, there were not only gold cups and some gold spoons and gold knives and forks in the house, but also a sterling silver dinner plate.

This is a complete set of cutlery.

However, Zhang Jianjun did not find the satellite phone he was looking for.

"What about satellite phones? Is it on you? Zhang Jianjun stared at Chen Yaodong and picked up his submachine gun again.

"I haven't seen it, I don't even know what a satellite phone looks like."

"I've seen the same, to answer my question, what about the satellite phone?"

"I don't know."

"Take your clothes off."

The smile on Chen Yaodong's face disappeared, Zhang Jianjun had gone too far.

"Zhang Jianjun, I cooperate with you because we have a common purpose, you don't take chicken feathers as an arrow, give a shame, I say no, I don't have to lie to you." Chen Yaodong was angry, and he was tired of Zhang Jianjun in less than half a day.

I feel that this person is a brave and reckless man.

"Heh, you're going to turn your face with me, aren't you? Do you think I wouldn't be able to get a satellite phone without you? Bai Songlin has already told us all your plans, and we can take the opportunity to destroy you, but I followed Guo Mingming's advice to cooperate, so I didn't start, and it was you who really gave shame, right? We had agreed that all the loot would belong to me, including the satellite phone, and that I would have to keep it. ”

"No, I repeat, I don't have a satellite phone."

"Is there a person who doesn't have the final say, take off your clothes!"

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll kill you, take off!"

Chen Yaodong clenched his fists, glared at Zhang Jianjun viciously, and took off his clothes with anger.

"Pants."

Chen Yaodong took off his pants again.

Zhang Jianjun leaned over to pick up his clothes, Chen Yaodong grabbed the barrel of Zhang Jianjun's gun with a fierce hand, raised his leg and kicked Zhang Jianjun out, turned the muzzle of the gun and instantly aimed at Zhang Jianjun.

"Chen Yaodong, what do you want to do?" Zhang Jianjun grinned in pain, and his eyes were about to erupt with fire.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to tell you, we are cooperating, not enslavement, you have the final say, that we respect you, but it doesn't mean that we are your dogs, you can do whatever you want, I said I didn't take it, you don't have to take an inch, this is the first and last time."

After speaking, Chen Yaodong took off the magazine of the submachine gun, threw it on the ground with the submachine gun, and left without looking back.

Zhang Jianjun's face was pale, and his fists were clenched, and this account was written down first.