"Brothers, the reservation is the holand promised to us by the Arican Governnt for our self-governance. Now these damned white people have gone back on their word and want to encroach on our holand again. This is absolutely intolerable!"
A husky man with traditional Native Arican braids and a ferocious look on his face stood on a high platform, shouting loudly.
"Intolerable! We must fight back, defend our hos and country!"
"We can't let those damned white people trample on our land and families. We must fight back!"
"Fight back, fight back..."
Below him, a dozen or so Native Arican youths were gathered.
More precisely, these were youths from the tribe who had been awarded the title of 'warrior,' the sa youths that Tewin and Weidingled had ard the night before.
In this world, although most people fear death, there are those who do not.
The husky man on the stage and these impassioned Native Arican warriors belonged to the latter.
In their minds, the white people had taken over their land and killed countless of their ancestors in the past. This was already a matter of life and death.
And now, when they finally had this small corner of peace, the white people wanted to exterminate them completely, which was absolutely unbearable!
"Alright, bring out the RPGs. We're going all in with them!"
At the command of the sturdy Native Arican, the warriors below imdiately went into the warehouse, and soon ca out with five RPG rocket launchers.
The RPG rocket launcher is one of the most well-known rocket launchers in the world.
Its operation is quite simple: just insert the grenade into the launch tube, aim at the target through the sight, and then the shooter pulls the trigger and the grenade is imdiately fired.
Thus, even the Native Arican warriors present, who had not received professional training or combat experience, could master its usage in a short amount of ti.
"Listen for my command, everyone aim at that one!"
Seeing that the warriors ard with RPG rocket launchers were ready, the sturdy Native Arican pointed at an Apache Ard Helicopter circling in the sky.
He knew very well that although the operation of the RPG rocket launchers was not complicated, their warriors were using them for the first ti, so accuracy was definitely not enough.
Therefore, he directed five warriors with five rocket launchers to aim at one of the Apaches, hoping to increase the rate of destruction by sheer numbers.
According to his thoughts, as long as they could shoot down an Apache, the morale within the tribe would certainly boost, and more and more warriors would join them in the counterattack!
With tens of thousands of Native Aricans in their tribe, if everyone joined in the counterattack against these invaders, they could perhaps repel them!
"Ready... 3, 2, 1... Fire..."
"Whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Five warriors pulled their triggers at the sa ti, and five rockets whooshed out of the RPG's barrels, heading straight for the Apache they had just locked onto in the sky.
At the sa ti, in the sky, inside the Apache that was targeted.
The Apache Ard Helicopter is different from the Black Hawk Helicopter. Because it has to carry a large amount of ammunition, the cabin can only accommodate two people.
A pilot and a gunner, respectively.
"Report, everything is normal on unit 3, no threats detected for now..."
"Damn it, RPG, pull up Jared, pull up fast..."
The pilot, Jared, was montarily distracted by piloting and reporting the situation, so he didn't notice the threat coming from the ground.
But the gunner was not idle; he suddenly spotted the incoming rocket from the ground and shouted hoarsely.
Jared, being an Apache pilot, had quick reflexes and situational adaptability. The mont he heard the warning, he yanked up on the control stick and pulled off a very difficult evasive maneuver while ascending.
"Boom..."
Two rockets, having missed their target, collided where the Apache had been, resulting in a huge explosion.
Because the Apache had not gotten very far in its evasive action, many of the fragnts from the explosion hit Jared's Apache.
Fortunately, as a top-tier ard helicopter, the Apache's durability is unquestionable, so it did not suffer significant damage!
"Fake Yau, I think these bastards are asking for it!"
After surviving a close call, Jared looked toward the ground and finally spotted the group of Native Arican warriors who had fired RPG rockets at them.
If it hadn't been for his companion's quick warning, his tily reaction, or the Apache's excellent performance, allowing him to quickly ascend and make tactical evasive maneuvers, he might well have ended up with a destroyed helicopter and lost lives!
How could he not seek revenge for this?
Clenching his teeth in anger, Jared said, "Peter, let them have a taste of a 'Hellfire Missile!'"
Hellfire Missiles are designed to destroy tanks and armored vehicles, and their power is imnse.
Using them to strike down the Native Arican's flesh and blood bodies below felt a bit like using a sledgehamr to kill a fly.
But Jared was clearly enraged.
He wanted to use this powerful missile to show the Native Aricans what happens to those who dare to fight back!
"Understood!"
The gunner grinned viciously and imdiately began to operate.
Below.
Seeing that their five RPGs had failed to bring down the Apache, the Native Arican brutes cursed, and then loudly scolded their companions to keep loading for another shot.
But just then, a Native Arican young man let out an exhausted cry: "Missile..."
Those were the last words heard by the Native Aricans present.
Imdiately following was an enormous roar that echoed through the air, and the group of Native Aricans who were preparing to load and fight were instantly reduced to nothingness.
As for the warehouse and various facilities that were originally at the site, they too were instantly leveled to the ground.
At the Chieftain's Manor's side.
Watching the skies two kiloters away light up in flas and the deafening explosion sound coming through, Gael and several Elders were left with their minds completely blank!
It was only after a long ti that Gael ca to his senses, grabbed Tewin by the collar, and furiously demanded, "Explain to , how the hell our tribe got its hands on rocket launchers!"
Even from a distance, Gael's eyes were not blind.
He too had seen their tribe firing rocket launchers at the Apaches above, which then led to this retaliation.
"I... I..."
Tewin stamred for quite a while, unable to utter a complete sentence.
The rocket launchers were of course purchased from Kane's arms group, but he only wanted to arm the tribe with them as a bargaining chip in negotiations with the Tax Bureau's ard forces.
He could not have imagined that so many headstrong young n in the tribe would dare to use them to attack the Tax Bureau's group of ard helicopters without his orders.
As the two were at a standoff, a car arrived before them.
It was none other than Weidingled, who had returned.
But while Weidingled was well-dressed when he had left, he returned disheveled and wounded.
He jumped out of the car and spoke in a trembling and desperate tone, "It's over, everyone over there is gone..."
The power of that single missile was truly imnse.
Just now, because he hadn't approached the core area, he was only hit by the shockwave. If he had been any closer, he wouldn't have been able to return.
Gael released Tewin's collar and asked, "How many people died over there?"
"It's impossible to count exactly, but I think... there must be dozens..."
"Dozens..."
Gael covered his chest, looking deeply anguished.
"Chie... Chieftain, they are coming..."
Before Gael could continue his grief, the words of an Elder interrupted his thoughts; he quickly looked up.
He saw tanks and armored forces from the Tax Bureau now appearing before their eyes.
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