"Brothers, the reservation is the homnd promised to us by the American Government for our self-governance. Now these damned white people have gone back on their word and want to encroach on our homnd again. This is absolutely intolerable!"
A husky man with traditional Native American braids and a ferocious look on his face stood on a high tform, shouting loudly.
"Intolerable! We must fight back, defend our homes and country!"
"We can''t let those damned white people trample on ournd and families. We must fight back!"
"Fight back, fight back..."
Below him, a dozen or so Native American youths were gathered.
More precisely, these were youths from the tribe who had been awarded the title of ''warrior,'' the same youths that Tewin and Weidingled had armed 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 American warriors belonged to thetter.
In their minds, the white people had taken over theirnd 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 thempletely, which was absolutely unbearable!
"Alright, bring out the RPGs. We''re going all in with them!"
At themand of the sturdy Native American, the warriors below immediately went into the warehouse, and soon came out with five RPG rocketunchers.
The RPG rocketuncher is one of the most well-known rocketunchers in the world.
Its operation is quite simple: just insert the grenade into theunch tube, aim at the target through the sight, and then the shooter pulls the trigger and the grenade is immediately fired.
Thus, even the Native American warriors present, who had not received professional training orbat experience, could master its usage in a short amount of time.
"Listen for mymand, everyone aim at that one!"
Seeing that the warriors armed with RPG rocketunchers were ready, the sturdy Native American pointed at an Apache Armed Helicopter circling in the sky.
He knew very well that although the operation of the RPG rocketunchers was notplicated, their warriors were using them for the first time, so uracy was definitely not enough.
Therefore, he directed five warriors with five rocketunchers to aim at one of the Apaches, hoping to increase the rate of destruction by sheer numbers.
ording 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 Americans 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 same time, 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 same time, in the sky, inside the Apache that was targeted.
The Apache Armed Helicopter is different from the ck Hawk Helicopter. Because it has to carry arge amount of ammunition, the cabin can only amodate 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 momentarily distracted by piloting and reporting the situation, so he didn''t notice the threating from the ground.
But the gunner was not idle; he suddenly spotted the iing rocket from the ground and shouted hoarsely.
Jared, being an Apache pilot, had quick reflexes and situational adaptability. The moment 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 fragments from the explosion hit Jared''s Apache.
Fortunately, as a top-tier armed 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 American warriors who had fired RPG rockets at them.
If it hadn''t been for hispanion''s quick warning, his timely 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 immense.
Using them to strike down the Native American''s flesh and blood bodies below felt a bit like using a sledgehammer to kill a fly.
But Jared was clearly enraged.
He wanted to use this powerful missile to show the Native Americans what happens to those who dare to fight back!
"Understood!"
The gunner grinned viciously and immediately began to operate.
Below.
Seeing that their five RPGs had failed to bring down the Apache, the Native American brutes cursed, and then loudly scolded theirpanions to keep loading for another shot.
But just then, a Native American young man let out an exhausted cry: "Missile..."
Those were thest words heard by the Native Americans present.
Immediately following was an enormous roar that echoed through the air, and the group of Native Americans 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 kilometers away light up in mes and the deafening explosion sounding through, Gael and several Elders were left with their mindspletely nk!
It was only after a long time that Gael came to his senses, grabbed Tewin by the cor, and furiously demanded, "Exin to me, how the hell our tribe got its hands on rocketunchers!"
Even from a distance, Gael''s eyes were not blind.
He too had seen their tribe firing rocketunchers at the Apaches above, which then led to this retaliation.
"I... I..."
Tewin stammered for quite a while, unable to utter aplete sentence.
The rocketunchers 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 armed forces.
He could not have imagined that so many headstrong young men in the tribe would dare to use them to attack the Tax Bureau''s group of armed 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 immense.
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 cor 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 areing..."
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.