CHAPTER 439: CHAPTER 407: FLAMES OF REVENGE_2

Of course, the simplifications also meant inefficiency. Not many hunters were knocked down by lead bullets.

After one round of shooting, regardless of hit rate, the aboriginals had already broken through the smoke and were waving their melee weapons as they charged forward.

"Yahoo——!"

Among them were slings and stone throwers used during the Barbaric Era, obsidian saw swords, and even steel sabers sold to them by unknown countries or forces!

Meanwhile, the hunters who quickly reached the wall swore at the damned greedy merchants and, relying on the already constructed defensive works, decisively opened fire in retaliation.

Bam! Bam! Bam!....

In the flickering gunfire, indigenous cavalry continued to be shot, falling from their horses. Even if they weren’t killed instantly, they would be trampled to death by subsequent companions.

The weapons in the hunters’ hands, both in power and precision, were far superior to those of the aboriginals!

This was only natural.

For these pioneers from the "civilized world," they couldn’t stand those inferior trade rifles.

Because in the New Continent, the large-scale use of firearms in combat was not common. Settlers and pioneers used firearms more for hunting and personal defense, making every shot count.

And the newly emerging, expensive rifled guns were far more in line with their precision pursuit than smoothbore guns.

Hence, settlers in the New Continent favored rifled guns more than those in the Kingdom Mainland, even gradually developing a rifled gun modification chain and corresponding tactics, even culture, among gunsmiths.

Among them, the Kentucky-style rifle was the most popular.

The rifle barrel was 1.17m long, the entire gun 1.57m long, with .44-48 calibers most common, smaller than the .58-69 calibers common for smoothbores. The forearm and stock were slender, weighing only 3.63-4.54kg.

Though Kentucky rifles handcrafted by different gunsmiths varied, they generally had longer barrels, smaller calibers, and were lighter in weight.

This was the basic characteristic of long rifled guns in the New Continent, a personalized development adapting to the New Continent’s wilderness environment. From the firearm development path viewpoint, the New Continent had clearly moved ahead of the Old Continent.

Due to the high initial speed and precision brought by small calibers and long barrels, the Kentucky rifle’s range could reach up to 274.3 meters in the hands of experienced shooters.

In comparison, the long smoothbore gun’s range was less than 91.4 meters, and it was much heavier. Not to mention the aboriginals’ inferior trade rifles.

So, when hunters launched a counterattack under the organization of Major Greg from the garrison, the absolute performance advantage of firearms severely suppressed the momentum of the indigenous cavalry charge.

Especially the "Gunman" Ralph, one of the hunter leaders, carrying eight long firearms on his back, with three short firearms at his waist. Each shot inevitably felled an aboriginal.

And this was their confidence to fight against more than three times the number of aboriginals, especially with defensive works as support.

Not to mention a mere four hundred aboriginals outside; even if the number doubled, they would not be afraid at all.

"Hahaha, the damn aboriginals should obediently dig mines and farm. I’ll sell those who survive the combat to plantations."

"That’s right. We haven’t hunted slaves for a while. The plantation owners have complained to me a few times."

"..."

However, just when the town’s situation seemed greatly favorable, and the garrison and hunters had steadied their positions amidst the sudden ambush.

From within the woods two hundred meters away, a group of robust aboriginals with dark green tattoos emerged.

Yahoo——!

Seeing the battlefield’s situation, they roared loudly and raised their obsidian saw swords, blessed by shamans with a spiritual glow, charging forward.

These people weren’t riding horses simply because they ran faster than galloping horses!

The dust flew.

Major Greg’s previously relaxed expression completely disappeared.

One, two, three... a total of eleven!

Their totem engravings kept writhing, and a fierce aura from the Barbaric Era was upon them even before they approached.

It seemed like it wasn’t a group of people charging forward, but a pack of bloodthirsty beasts. Especially those eyes glowing blood-red, they seemed ready to swallow everyone alive!

It’s not just the literal "swallow alive."

Many hunters, who were just joking moments ago, now trembled in fear, drastically lowering their firearms’ accuracy.

"The Great Sea Shark totem, this is... the Araucan Clan that has already slaughtered three pioneer towns of the Kingdom!"

Seeing the totems on them clearly, Major Greg’s teeth ground audibly as he clearly realized.

Even though he was an Official Knight, unless he turned and fled, he wouldn’t escape today’s calamity.

However, touching the special potion in his pocket assigned by the Governor for every pioneer town, the Major firmly drew his sword and shouted:

"Garrison, meet the enemy!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!...

In just a blink, the eleven Totem Warriors had already crossed the cavalry and charged into the town. The tall chevaux de frise were split with just a single sword.

White blade combat, no, slaughter followed!

The vast gap in Extraordinary level couldn’t be bridged by ordinary firearms or combat will.

Low-level Knight "Old Baron" was the first to be encircled and killed.

Then, the "Gunman" carrying eight fine rifled Kentucky rifles, mastering the guns, was overwhelmed after a whirlwind burst and killing two men.

And as the strongest, Major Greg, with a resolve for death, slew one man but was cut on the chest by the Araucan Clan’s Chieftain, Manguenke.

In his final moments, he only managed to spill the potion in his hand onto his enemy, letting out a bitter laugh:

"Araucan Clan, the Kingdom will avenge us!"

Then he collapsed without any sound.

"To hell! Invaders don’t qualify for ’revenge’!"

Spitting with disdain, Manguenke, extremely tall and inscribed with a Great White Shark totem, pulled out a steel knife and skinned Greg’s scalp, removing his heart.

Following the god’s will, capturing more invaders’ flesh and blood for sacrifices would grant stronger powers.

Skinning the colonizers’ scalps as offerings to the god, while warriors consumed the hearts of colonizers they killed personally, they could even leap to become new Totem Warriors if they slew enough.

This was the reason why the Araucan Clan had so many Totem Warriors despite not being large in size.

At the same time.

On a tree on the forest’s periphery, a Native Wizard of the Atrean people, draped in a black feather cloak and holding a bird-headed shaman staff, looked at the entire massacre, Pavell Town now filled with rivers of blood like a slaughterhouse, and laughed eerily:

"Kill! Eat! Under Lady Crow’s guidance, with all Natural Spirits leading, the flames of revenge will burn through the whole continent!"