Chapter 331: Greed

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Amidst his wailing, the solemn yet joyful scene that took place in the early morning yesterday as he bid his eldest son goodbye for his expedition appeared in his mind.

“My Son, Tulumi, those outlanders have endless wealth so I believe that they must have an artifact gifted by the Gods to turn stone into gold, to turn nothingness into food, wine and all sorts of wonderful little things. Because of this, after you’ve captured your tribe, don’t rob them of shallow materials. Instead, immediately search the underground cave they have dug out to find the ‘source’ of their wealth. This would be the smartest way!” Under the warm sun, on the open space beside the totem pole of the tribe, the Samru headman hugged a strong and young indigenous man tightly and exhorted in whisper.

“I know, Father!” Tulumi, who was wearing sturdy animal skin instead of a battle armor, and had long taken down the four feathers on his head, nodded his head heavily and released himself from his father’s arms.

Then, he picked up a few heavy ores wrapped in a bag of animal skin from the ground and turned his head to look at the several thousands of Samru warriors, who were dressed like him, behind him. Clenching his fists, he swung them and strode silently to the jungle in the distance.

Behind him, the Samru warriors, who were holding all kinds of island specialties, finally bowed to the tribal headman and kneeled towards the two guardian spiritual monsters who had the highest position for a while before following their chief’s footsteps. With a resolute gaze, they scattered and entered the dense jungle.

The target of this Samru warrior’s raid this time was none other than the human gathering place on Shrimp B1 Island. Even though their sneak attack plan seemed to be sudden, its seed had actually been planted a long time ago.

In fact, when those exiled outlanders in the eyes of the Hellfire people, who were also the US national army, just came to Shrimp B1 Island and landed on the Samru’s hunting ground, the Samru people had already attacked them before.

Unfortunately, after paying a very terrible price, the Samru tribe failed to drive away those outlanders. Instead, they made themselves weaker and for this reason, they had no choice but to stop temporarily.

After that, these aborigines discovered that even though those outlanders built houses on the beaches within their hunting grounds, they did not rely on hunting to live and did not encroach too much on the tribal interests. Because of this, after weighing the pros and cons, Samru decided to endure it and no longer continued their attack.

However, even though the loss was not huge, this matter was a great shame to the Samru.

Fortunately, soon after, when the US army built a human gathering place on the foreign world’s island and began to trade inexhaustible materials for the worthless island specialties, in the eyes of the Hellfire people, with the island’s indigenous people, due to the geographical factor, the Samru tribe, which was closest to the gathering place, suddenly saw a sudden light at the end of the tunnel, as they managed to get the most benefits by relying on the barter.

Right up to this stage, things could be said to have turned the bane into boon but as the US government opened up the developing authority of Shrimp B1 Island to the public, more and more civilians were pouring into the island. After a long period of coming into contact, the Samru people noticed that even though these outlanders appeared to be tall and burly, their bodies were actually weak.

Not only that, most of them lacked courage as well. There was no ounce of heroism and brutality in them. On top of that, those few outlanders who could fight actually needed to rely on the alchemist items for their powerful forces.

After that, when the Lunar God bestowed the Dew of Wisdom, these natives realized that with the birth of only two new-born spiritual monsters, it was already enough to make these outlanders suffer from heavy casualties. Because of this, they mistakenly believed that in the case of a head-to-head confrontation, it would be hard for the natives to win against the outlanders who relied on their alchemist items.

However, if they were to attack from the inside, perhaps they would be able to easily overpower these outlanders.

Greed would blind a person. It was obvious that the human gathering place that had already established a sailing route with New York would never be a force built by exiled people but based on the inference made by the Samru people, who saw the ships transferring those weak cowardly outlanders, they persisted on the original idea as a matter of fact.

However, even though the greedy thoughts had made the Samru people stupid, their last ounce of reason and the previous lesson had prompted them to carefully make contact with their traditional allies, Pelungia and Eruya as they proposed to unite to launch an attack on the human gathering place.

It only took Pelungia and Eruya, who already had similar judgments as the Samru people on Earth’s humans, one day of hesitation before they agreed to Samru’s request readily. However, in the process of preparing to attack the gathering place, Tudenan suddenly sprung up and had incredibly risen at the northern end of the island after a few rounds of expansion.

Such a threat of tribal legacy was naturally more important than the looting of wealth. The sneak attack on the outlander tribe was put on hold by the three tribes and a raid was launched on Tudenan.

Unfortunately, not only did the obstruction made by Samru, Pelungia and Eruya not cause Tudenan to fall apart, it actually allowed Tudenan to seize the opportunity in this crisis and occupy the entire northern end of the island.

In such a situation, Samru, Pelungia and Eruya had no choice but to form a closer alliance. Not only that, they unconsciously became the leader of more than ten small tribes in the central part of the island.

For this reason, when this matter of launching a sneak attack on the outlander tribe to gain a huge amount of material wealth to stabilize the situation was brought up again, the number of participating tribes had increased from three to seventeen.

As an advocate of the attack, the Samru tribe sent out more than 5,000 disguised warriors. This troop was personally led by the headman’s eldest son, Tulumi, the four-feathered chief warrior who was the most likely to become the headman in the future.

In terms of location, they were the closest to the human gathering place. After trekking the flat woodland for less than an hour, they could see the grandeur of the gathering wall.

“I’ll conquer this glorious stone tribe today!” Looking at the incessant heavy cement wall, Tulumi shouted secretly in his heart, as he continued to walk across the gate of the city wall.

Together with several dozens of warriors beside him, he pretended to trade the ores that he brought in a shop, for a magical green piece of paper printed with a portrait of a middle-aged outlander that could be used to change for just about anything. Then, the instant this Samru’s future secular leader stepped out of the shop, he saw the brave chief of Eruya strolling on the flat cement road of the human gathering place.

When both of their eyes met, they smiled tacitly and walked by each other silently. After walking a few steps away, Tulumi could not help but sneer. “The troops sent by Eruya tribe this time is commanded by Duteba but even Aluia has come now! Looks like they really don’t want to give this outlander a single chance at all.”

Afraid of eliciting the attention from the humans in the gathering place, according to their prior agreement, Samru, Pelungia and Eruya would each send 5000 warriors for this raid while the remaining 14 small tribes would each send 1000 warriors, amounting to 29,000 warriors in total.

Of course, these were only the vanguard. After the attack had begun to create chaos, the guardian spiritual monsters and the large number of indigenous warriors from each tribe would also launch their attack. In the opinions of all aborigines, with such a huge force, it would be a breeze to launch this sneak attack and this proved to be true too, in the initial situation when the attack was launched.

When the night fell and the lights of the human gathering place began to light up, as if receiving the signal in unison, the countless aborigines, who were walking around lazily on the streets as usual, suddenly pulled out a knife from their waist, before maniacally charging towards the Earthling closest to them.

In the twinkling of an eye, fresh blood dyed the entire street of the gathering place. The officer on duty in the Shrimp B1 Island underground base stared at the screen of the square monitor that was seemingly playing a horror movie for a long time in bafflement before abruptly standing up and pouring the entire cup of black coffee in his hand onto himself by accident.

Without giving any damn to the boiling hot drink, he smashed the transparent plastic box housing the red alarm button and pressed the red button that indicated Level 1 warning state of the entire base. Then, he turned on all of the communication switches and yelled amidst the blaring siren, “All units, pay attention! All units, pay attention! The aborigines have launched a terrorist attack on us. The natives have launched a terrorist attack on us. They’re killing our compatriots wantonly like a devil! Kill them! Kill every aborigine that you see! As the officer-on-duty, I authorize this power to all soldiers! May God be with you…”

With the shrill shouts of the officer-on-duty in the base, several thousands of US soldiers fully armed with real guns and bullets began to rush out of the underground base and shoot all the indigenous people they met, regardless whether they were attacking humans or had participated in the attack.

Unfortunately, the sudden massacre of the Hellfire people had already caused the human gathering place to enter a state of chaos. Even though the emergence of the soldiers had greatly reduced human deaths and effectively killed the native warriors, it was difficult for the overall situation to show signs of improvement in such a short time.

In this situation where the humans and the aborigines were killing each other in the gathering place, the armed helicopters that had risen from the warships and the war chariots that had driven out of the underground bases were unable to exert their due power.

The warships that moved in the sea were even more restricted as the powerful ground-to-ground missiles and large-caliber artillery guns became mere furnishings. The only thing they could do was to use the auto-cannon carried on the ship as rifles, occasionally blowing the one or two natives who got close to the coast to piles of bloody meat.

This rhythm of oppressive, to the point of suffocating, battle elicited a deep sense of powerlessness from the US garrison stationed on Shrimp B1 Island. However, in the underground base command room, Bowie Hossman, the garrison’s supreme commander who had two sparkling golden stars on his shoulders, was still imagining a situation that could quickly suppress the riots of the natives in order to save his precarious military career.

“Dubin, command all the soldiers who are not participating in the war to enter the battle now! I want those ugly little midgets in the gathering place to have a taste of Hell in the shortest time possible!” Watching the indigenous warriors, on the projector, being chased by the fully armed tactical squad of the US army as they scattered around like rats, but who, at the same time, did not forget to kill civilians as they fled, he remained silent for a while with a grave expression before roaring out loud.