Three days later.
The jungle had lost its former tranquility and greenery. Instead, it seemed unusually noisy. There was a strong smell of burning in the air. Large tracts of trees were burned, leaving only a desolate ruin.
"You bastards, open your eyes and look here. From today on, you only have one identity. As for your previous homes, they have completely disappeared!"
A reader of language stood in front of thousands of natives and roared loudly. He was an auxiliary professional with the ability to communicate with living beings. This was a rather magical awakening. The sounds he spoke could automatically be converted into a language familiar to other living beings. Although his strength had not improved much and was only the most basic physical enhancement, he was a rare diplomat when encountering dimensional life.
Thousands of natives were forced to squat on the ground, with ropes tied around their bodies and red eyes. They tried to move forward from time to time, but were stopped by the warriors and Naya people with force.
Their homes were destroyed!
The plan set by Wei Xun was completed extremely smoothly. After seeing the fire in the base camp, the natives rushed back one after another. The coalition forces were like an unfolded fishing net. The natives were like fish that accidentally broke into the fishing net. Under the well-prepared hunting, they had no time to make a decent defense and were severely damaged and captured.
The development of order is inseparable from population, so there was no large-scale killing of prisoners this time. After three days of intermittent extermination, when the last indigenous force of sufficient size was defeated, this jungle battle finally ended with victory.
And just today, Wei Xun ordered that the homes on which the captives depended for survival be burned down in front of all the captives. The fire burned away all the hopes of the natives. This was considered cruel for the natives. Their relatives were slaughtered and their homes were burned down. A few days ago, they still had their own home, but now, they have become lonely ghosts, wandering freely on this island.
Wei Xun's purpose in doing this was to make the natives completely give up the idea. Capturing the natives was nothing, as the natives were notoriously stubborn. What Wei Xun wanted to do was to break their backbones and completely make them lose the ambition to resist. Just think about it, even the temples they believed in were destroyed and their homes became ruins. In this situation, their morale would be suppressed to the bottom and they would not even have the desire to survive. How could they have the ambition to rebel
What order needs are slaves, not warriors. As a warrior, one must be upright and have a military appearance and a military spirit only by straightening one's spine. But slaves do not need these. The meaning of their existence is to work for order until death.
The reader repeated those insulting words over and over again. At first, many natives felt angry. Their homes were destroyed, and now they were insulted by the enemy. The natives gritted their teeth, stood up, and rushed forward to the reader. They were tied up with ropes and had no weapons in their hands, but they still had teeth. At this time, these natives were like wild wolves, trying to bite off the reader's throat with their teeth to stop him from talking nonsense!
But before the natives could take a few steps, the soldier next to them pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A blood flower bloomed on the native's chest. The native opened his eyes wide, with some confusion, but more of hatred. He stared at the reader, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat. It was like a curse before death. He tried to spit on the other's life with the last second of his life.
There was not much expression on the Reader's face. He was one of the first survivors of the Order and had believed in Chen Feng a long time ago. He witnessed the rise of the Order and also witnessed how safe Chen Feng's tall figure was when danger came. Even though he understood the curses of the natives, those were words that were enough to describe despair.
If that really happened, my skin would fester, my eyeballs would fall out, and then many densely packed insects would seep out of my body. Those insects had two jaws, and they would feast on my body. I would need to suffer for weeks until the insects pierced my internal organs and I would die.
Combined with the expressions of the natives before they died, this is undoubtedly full of horror, hundreds of times more terrifying than horror movies in peacetime, because it is extremely realistic!
But the reader did not show any fear. He believed in Chen Feng and knew how powerful the being he believed in was. The natives mentioned the god they respected from time to time. This might be the god that the other party believed in, but so what
For the reader, even if the opponent's god really descended, Chen Feng would kill it in one fell swoop, and he would not suffer any damage at all.
Chen Feng did not publicize the fact that there had once been a god on this island. Except for Wei Xun and his confidants, this was a completely secret news.
The reader's words came into being. The natives did have their own gods. If that god had not died and was still carried by the statue, then after several years, when it had absorbed enough blood and faith, it might reappear. However, all this was no longer possible after the statue was thrown into the damaged space.
In a sense, Chen Feng did succeed in killing a god again!
The reader relaxed a little, and instead of showing any fear, his voice became higher again. He pointed at several natives lying in a pool of blood and roared again, with the characters in his roar being even more contemptuous and unreasonable than before.
This time, only a dozen or so natives stood up. Of course, they were greeted by ruthless bullets. Those bullets pierced their bodies. Some of them were special ammunition. After hitting, the toxins in them began to spread. Many natives did not die immediately, but lost their lives while wailing.
The reader spoke again, and this time only seven people stood up. As the insults continued, more natives died tragically. When the reader paused six times and spoke again, no one among the natives stood up except for being angry.
The backbone of the indigenous people was completely broken at this moment.
There were too many deaths. Dozens of native bodies were not dragged away, but fell beside their companions. Wei Xun used the most direct action to tell the other party the price of resistance!
They don't have a second choice or chance at all. Once they make a mistake, death will await them!
All of this was so direct and bloody that even the Naya people who were used to seeing death could not help but show fear on their faces. On the side of the empty space, a Naya girl standing side by side with Chen Feng could not help but frown at this time. The tribe leader named Li said: "Isn't it a bit too cruel to do this?"