Xiao Huan looked at the world and suddenly said: "This child has been living too comfortably."
"We have to let him know something about the reality of the world."
Zhao Han was a little puzzled: "Is this world too beautiful?"
"Yeah, look at this kid, this world is so unreal."
"Then what do you want to do?" Zhao Han felt that this guy was going to cause trouble again.
Xiao Huan held up her chin: "Of course, I want to show this kid some truth."
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This is a land ravaged by war.
The sky was dyed gray by gunpowder smoke, and the earth was torn apart by gunfire, leaving deep scars.
This is Blue Ocean Island.
A once peaceful, fertile and beautiful land has now become a battlefield for foreign colonists and indigenous residents.
In the southern part of Lanhaizhou, there is a tribe surrounded by dense jungle.
The indigenous residents here have lived here for generations, and their lives are simple and harmonious.
Their houses are made of bamboo and leaves, blending in with the surrounding natural environment, and they always have a satisfied and peaceful smile on their faces.
A group of colonists arrived.
They plundered the resources here and seized the gold and silver here.
This peaceful land was ruthlessly broken.
The colonists brought guns and greed.
Their goal is to occupy this land, plunder its resources, enslave the people here, obtain the goods here, and turn this place into a commodity dumping ground.
Faced with the aggression of this group of colonists, the indigenous residents did not choose to surrender. They picked up bows and arrows and put on armor made of animal skins.
Their eyes were full of determination and courage.
"We have lived here for generations and will never give up our land!"
"Why should we surrender?" The leader of the tribe, an old but still strong old man, her name is Kalam.
This is a typical matriarchal tribe with strong centripetal force.
Her voice rang in the tribal square.
With unyielding eyes shining, Kalam stood in front of the tribal warriors, and her words were full of determination: "Our ancestors have lived here for thousands of years."
"Our land, our home, cannot be taken away like this."
"We are not slaves!"
"We must live by ourselves, not relying on anyone, and not being driven by others!"
The warriors of the tribe clutched their bows and arrows.
Their eyes sparkled with trust in their leader and loyalty to their homeland.
They know that this battle may cost a huge price, but they also believe that only by resisting can there be hope.
Otherwise, everyone will become someone else's slave.
Not far from the tribe, in the colonist's camp, a group of heavily armed soldiers were preparing to attack.
Their faces were ruthless and greedy, and the muskets in their hands shone coldly in the sun.
"These indigenous people are really stubborn. Why don't they understand that resistance is futile."
"Hahaha, they are pretty good-looking."
"Just in time to give us a baby."
A colonial officer stood on the command platform of the camp, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
He waved his hand and gave the order to attack.
Following his orders, the colonists' soldiers began to march in the direction of the tribe.
With cruel smiles on their faces, their goal is to conquer this land and its people.
Fighting breaks out on the edge of the tribe.
The arrows of the indigenous warriors shot at the colonists like a heavy rain, and their shouts resounded through the sky.
However, the colonists' muskets made a deafening roar, and their bullets were obviously sharper, passing through the indigenous warriors, leaving behind traces of blood.
Kalam stood at the forefront of the battle, with a determined expression on her face and unyielding eyes.
Her arrow skills were accurate and deadly, and each shot took away the life of a colonist.
The warriors of the tribe followed closely behind, with determination and bravery on their faces.
They have only one thought in their hearts: protect their homeland, protect their children, and never surrender!
As the battle progressed, the casualties of the indigenous warriors increased rapidly.
Their tactics are too backward.
They have not received the influence of civilized mainland.
The tactics are still in the era of tribal hunting.
Their resistance quickly weakened.
They know that this battle will inevitably cost their lives.
But they also believe that only by resisting can one have dignity.
In the tribal square, more women and children united closely together.
Their eyes were full of worry and fear, but their hearts were also full of trust and support for the soldiers.
"Our soldiers are brave, they are fighting for our homeland." A young mother hugged her child tightly.
The child's eyes show dependence on his mother and admiration for the soldiers.
Her heart was filled with hope for the future.
The battle lasted a whole day and night.
When the sun rose again, the battlefield was covered with corpses from both sides.
The colonists' attack temporarily retreated.
The indigenous warriors paid a heavy price.
The reason why the colonists retreated was simply because they came to make a fortune and found that the losses were a bit heavy, so they did not want to continue fighting.
But they will surely come again.
Kalam stood in the tribal square, her body covered with scars, her eyes flashing with exhaustion and sadness.
She knew that this battle was just the beginning, and more challenges were waiting for them.
Xiao Huan stood quietly on a high ground.
Her eyes passed through the smoke and looked at the tribe in the distance.
The death and carnage before her eyes was just the low point of a TV series to her.
She is a heartless existence.
She looked at the child: "How about it, Little Stone, do you know the pain of being a creator?"
"If your heart is not hardened, your people will suffer like this."
Shi Shi was stunned.
It doesn't know that there is such a side to the world.
It feels that it must take action. It must help these indigenous residents and protect their homeland.
In a dense jungle, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and onto the faces of a group of indigenous warriors.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Their skin is tanned by the sun, their foreheads are painted with totems symbolizing courage, and their eyes are shining with determination.
The bows and arrows in their hands shone coldly in the sun, and each arrow represented their persistence in their homeland and their desire for freedom.
They want to raid the colonists' camp and not let the colonists gain a foothold here.
But they underestimated the difference between field battle and siege.
Although the opponent's camp is not strong enough, it is not something that this primitive tribe can deal with.
As a result, the indigenous people suffered heavy losses.
Colonists can use forts to defend themselves against each other's arrows.
The colonists saw the possibility of victory.
"We will kill them and sell them into slaves, each worth 100 gold pounds!"
When the battle was at its fiercest, stones appeared on the battlefield.
There was a trace of surprise and worry in its eyes. It saw the bravery and determination of the indigenous warriors and the cruelty and greed of the colonists.
It knows that it cannot sit idly by.
It has an instinctive judgment of good and evil, which was also instilled in it by Zhao Han.
It quickly assessed the situation on the battlefield and had to take action to help the indigenous warriors resist the colonial invasion.
It took a deep breath and began to mobilize its power.
Its body began to emit blue light, and a force surged within it, preparing to intervene in this battle.
As the power of the stone awakens, the situation on the battlefield begins to change.
Some warriors suddenly felt a ball of light appear in their palms.
The light ball contained powerful energy, and they subconsciously threw the light ball towards the enemy's camp.
The ball of light exploded in the camp, forming a huge shock wave that directly turned the colonists' soldiers into powder and drove them back.
"Our gods helped us!"
The indigenous warriors felt a powerful force helping them.
Their morale increased greatly. They began to fight more bravely, their arrows became more accurate, and their shouts became louder.
The colonists' soldiers were terrified.
Their steps began to hesitate, and their muskets began to tremble.
Accidents in which the purge strip is knocked out often occur.
They realize that this battle is not as easy as they thought.
They made a big mistake, that is, there really are gods here!
"Gods, aren't they used when repenting before death?"
"I usually grab it when I have to, but why did it really happen?"
Some soldiers threw down their guns and began to repent.
In fact, most of these colonists were also stupid hooligans.
With the intervention of Stone, the situation of the battle began to turn.
The morale of the indigenous warriors became even higher.
Their attack power became more fierce.
The colonists' soldiers began to retreat steadily, and their morale began to collapse.
Many people opened the back door and prepared to escape.
Karam saw hope, and her eyes shone with gratitude.
She knew that the appearance of unknown gods gave them new strength and new hope.
"We have God's protection, we will never give up, we will continue to fight until the last moment." Kalam's voice appeared on the battlefield.
Her eyes sparkled with victory.
The stone stood on the edge of the battlefield, with a trace of satisfaction in its eyes.
It knew that her intervention changed the situation of the battle.
But it doesn't know that this battle is not over yet.
The colonists retreated.
They spread the news with the news that there really is a god here.
Kalam once again stood in the tribal square.
This time her eyes shone with confidence and pride.
She knew that with the gods, they would be invincible!
This victory was hard-won.
But they also believe that as long as they work together, nothing is impossible.
Especially under the protection of God, they will become the real masters!
And Shi Tou also began to consider more and more practical things.
It began to think about how to help indigenous people build a long-term defense system.
It knows that only by building a strong defense system can this land be protected from future aggression.
It imparted some knowledge to Kalam.
This knowledge naturally comes from Sister Xiaohuan’s game knowledge.
Yes, what knowledge Xiaohuan can give is of course the defense system in the game.
Originally, it wanted to call mom, but Xiao Huan and Zhao Han refused to let it do so.
It began planning a defense system.
It decided to build a strong barrier around the tribe. This barrier would be made of special materials and could withstand musket attacks.
It also used its own knowledge to guide the indigenous warriors on how to build this barrier.
They began to cut down trees, dig soil, and build this strong barrier.
With the gradual construction of the barrier, the tribe's defense capabilities have been greatly improved.
Colonial officers observed all this from a distance.
There was a trace of surprise and anger in his eyes. He knew that his plan was hindered, but he did not give up.
"Is there really a God?"
"If it is true, then the fountain of youth is real." He thought greedily.
In his eyes, gods can also be used, attacked, and even killed!
This was the self-confidence of the colonists in this era.
Because they have mastered the power of gunpowder, which is comparable to the power of gods.
There's nothing that gunpowder can't destroy. If it can't, add another ton.
"We will find a way to break through this barrier," the colonist officer thought.
The colonial officer decided to go back to the missionaries.
The missionary also heard about the indigenous gods, so naturally he didn't believe it.
In fact, he doesn’t believe in God.
Otherwise, he himself will go to hell first.
But he is still living well and even becoming a bishop.
"That should be a special kind of gunpowder. The ball of light you mentioned may be the light of the explosion."
"I understand, it should be that the indigenous people suddenly discovered an explosive they didn't know about." The colonist officer understood.
The missionaries who followed the colonization were generally very knowledgeable, they were naturalists.
"What if there really is a god?" the colonist officer asked again.
"If it is true, we will immediately mobilize our own people to fight for that god back from their native land. Are we still afraid that our beliefs will not be as pious as theirs?"
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Just ten years later.
The missionary's words come true.
The stone began to shelter the colonists.
Because they all speak nicely and give gifts.
Compared with the natives who only give simple things, these colonists have many tricks to please people.
Just one ceremony can gather 99,000 people.
People in a city can rise up to worship.
It's simply heart-warming to watch.
In comparison, the indigenous people are much simpler.
I can only kneel down, dance, and give some fruit.
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Xiao Huan sighed: "This stone deteriorates too quickly."
Zhao Han said helplessly: "He's just a child. He hasn't experienced anything, so of course he can't tell who is good or bad."
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Another hundred years have passed.
A missionary thought he had discovered the nature of God: he was just a child.
Can be easily coaxed.
So he began to deceive the gods, package himself as a great saint, and want to live forever.
I have immortality, but I want to take the place of gods.
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Wen Rensheng was delighted to see it.
This is the joy of information gaps.
A man saw an ant and trampled it to death self-righteously, but he didn't know that behind it was an anteater, and behind the anteater was a giant python.
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The result is naturally obvious. Shitou has been deceived, but Xiaohuan will not be deceived.
Doesn’t the missionary want to be a god?
Xiao Huan fulfilled his wish and turned him into a god, the Mad Whisperer, who was forever trapped in madness and pain.
