Starting from Robinson Crusoe-Chapter 329 - 142: Take Action (Part 3)

Seeing the few Long Spears carried by the Indigenous Warriors, his confidence increased.

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Every now and then, he picked up the telescope to observe the movements of the Indigenous People, without stopping his pace, following the route he had planned and practiced hundreds of times, steadily approaching, unknowingly reaching a position less than 300 meters from the Indigenous Warriors.

There was a small tree slanting towards the ocean, with only a small patch of soil underneath, surrounded by sand and rocks.

On this barren ground, however, a bush capable of covering a strong man "grew".

Without a doubt, this was the "concealment spot" Chen Zhou had specially arranged for himself.

In his worst scenario, sharp-eyed Indigenous Warriors might very well see through this abnormal bush, potentially launching an attack and starting the battle earlier than expected.

But he clearly overestimated these savage fellows; at the moment, they were around the beach fire pit, singing and dancing under Owokaki’s lead, not paying any attention to unusual occurrences nearby.

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The person collecting firewood quickly returned to the beach with dry branches, and the Indigenous Warrior responsible for executing the captives approached the Canoe, dragging the "ingredients" of this feast onto the beach like lambs led to slaughter.

Three hundred meters away, Chen Zhou hid behind the "fake bush" and used the telescope to count the appearance of the captives, discern their ages.

There were five captives brought onto the island this time; one was an elderly, three captives were between thirty and forty years old, and the last one, roughly in his teens to twenties, matched most closely to Chen Zhou’s requirements.

They walked limpingly on the damp beach, thinking of their plight, all with sorrowful faces, silently awaiting the arrival of death.

After the Butcher picked up a sharp Wooden Saber and came near, the fear reached its peak, with the eldest of them even terrified to the point of collapsing to the ground, howling loudly.

However, this howl quickly ceased before the Butcher’s sharp blade.

With a swift stroke, blood spurted instantly, dyeing the beach red. The body of the elder, bound hand and foot, struggled futilely twice, then lay still like a fish drawn out of bones.

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Before the barbaric and bloody execution began, Chen Zhou had already begun quietly closing in on the feast location, laden with heavy firearms.

The beach was especially open, without enough obstacles to utilize.

To avoid arousing the Indigenous Warriors’ alertness, he didn’t arrange too many places of concealment, lest he inadvertently alarm them.

At this moment, he had to keep his body low, hiding behind the Great Shield, otherwise completely exposed on the beach.

Most of the Indigenous People’s attention was focused on the singing and dancing led by the elder; those not participating in the dance were either gathering firewood for lighting or watching the execution of captives, with hardly anyone noticing Chen Zhou’s approach——

Except for a slightly distracted young Indigenous Warrior.

He stood on the outermost edge of the execution scene, holding a Longbow in his hand, a beast-hide belt tied around his waist, for some reason, turning his head to take a glance towards the southwest.

He saw a giant shaped like a monster, with a strange, glowing item upright in front of the giant.

About over a hundred meters away, the giant’s attire made his face hard to see; he could only notice the monster holding a stick horizontally, with a dark opening pointed in their direction.

An inexplicable ill omen surged in his heart, the young Indigenous Warrior hastily drew back the bow while shouting loudly, trying to alert others.

But it was already too late.

Bang!

Like a bolt from the blue, accompanied by smoke and a loud noise, an Indigenous Warrior fell to the ground.