"The artillery is in place!" Before Cheng Hong could get off the high ground, the gunner consciously set up two smoothbore cannons.

The natives suddenly attacked, and asked the expedition members who were still preparing stones and wood and carrying supplies from the ship to panic. They grabbed the muskets around them, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Don't shoot, no, be careful not to hit us!" Two musketeers were chased by the indigenous tribes and rushed over.

Cheng Hong got off the high ground at this time and shouted at them: "You two, lie down!!!"

When the two musketeers were less than one hundred meters away from the cannon and musket positions, they heard Cheng Hong's shout and immediately rushed forward.

"Fire the gun!" The musketeer lit the fuse and covered his ears aside.

Boom, boom! Two cannons sounded, and two solid bombs shot into the distance.

The hundreds of natives who were chasing the musketeers were frightened by the loud noise of artillery. They all shook their bodies and stood there and did not dare to move. They had no idea what kind of monster was making thunder sounds, and the gun muzzles of the expedition team were filled with white smoke, which made them even more frightened.

"Shoot at their feet!" Cheng Hong led the musketeers to shoot at the natives' feet, and gravel splashed!

Frightened! These natives were so scared that they retreated a few meters. All of them raised the stone tools in their hands in surprise and confronted Cheng Hong and the others.

Taking advantage of this time, the two musketeers fled back to their own positions.

"What did you two do to them? They actually came to chase you like they stabbed a hornet's nest?" Cheng Hong asked.

Of course, he deliberately did not conflict with the indigenous people, otherwise the artillery and musket shooting had already disintegrated the indigenous people. All the people were killed, who would help farm and grazing?

"We first found two ostrichs, thinking of catching them to improve their food, but when the gunshots sounded, they alarmed the local natives, and they came to chase us like crazy. When we saw that the situation was not good, of course we ran away, and then we ran away, and they chased after us." said the two musketeers who had escaped.

"It's good that the people who didn't kill them, otherwise they might be a feud." Cheng Hong said, "I'll find a way to drive them away first."

"Why should I let them go? We have muskets and cannons. They are no match for us at all." The two musketeers who escaped were puzzled and said in confusion.

"What we need is labor. Killing them will not do us any benefit, and the other party is just a stone civilization. As long as we give them a little benefit, they will become our slaves. To conquer them, we have a hundred ways, and using force is just the lowest means." Cheng Hong said.

"They don't look like they are going to run away, how can we scare them away?" asked the gunner behind.

If they were asked to use artillery, it would be easy for them to defeat these indigenous people with confidence, but if the use of artillery was prohibited, it would be difficult to scare away the indigenous people.

Cheng Hong swept the natives who seemed to be frightened, but the natives had not used their bodies to resist muskets and artillery, and they did not know the cruelty of bullets and artillery shells falling on their bodies. He said to a gunner who prepared black gunpowder for the artillery: "Take the gunpowder and pile it up there."

The gunner was inexplicably in the air, but he still obeyed the order and poured a handful of gunpowder onto the flat ground.

"More." Cheng Hong asked the gunner to pile more black gunpowder there.

Their expedition team did not bring violent explosives such as picric acid, because picric acid is very unstable, and it will easily explode if it encounters a storm on the way, burning the entire wooden ship. Black gunpowder is enough to kill hundreds of thousands of people on the New World in seconds.

"Get another rooster and put the rooster on gunpowder." Cheng Hong said.

"Yes." A soldier grabbed a rooster from the chicken cage in confusion. Did the captain want to play with fried chicken?

"Plant the fuse and light it when I order it."

Cheng Hong came to the firearms troops and the natives, raised the musket in his hand high, as if he was holding some magical artifact, and then danced, simulating wild beasts or eagles in the dance, with weird movements.

This is the shamanic dance of some northern ethnic groups, which shows that the primitive religion believes in the worship of all things with spirits and totems. In Cheng Hong's view, this is the best way to communicate, or to scare the local natives.

"Immediately!" Cheng Hong said to the people behind him when a dance was about to end.

The soldier lit the fuse extending to the gunpowder pile, and the burning fuse burned towards the gunpowder pile, and the poor rooster had not yet realized his sad fate.

When the gunpowder pile was about to be bombed, Cheng Hong stopped dancing, pointed the musket at the gunpowder pile, and shouted loudly: "Explode!"

Boom! The gunpowder pile encountered an open flame and exploded. The flames several meters high rose into the sky, and black smoke rolled! The violent flames and the strong wind caused by the explosion of the gunpowder made Cheng Hong and others protect their eyes with their arms!

The rooster that was placed in the pile of gunpowder just now turned into ashes!

From the perspective of the natives, it was like an explosion shot by Cheng Hong with a musket! Such a terrifying explosion made them even more terrifying than thunder!

Hundreds of natives were frightened to the ground, their faces were pale, and some of them were incontinent, so they actually pulled Curry in public!

Cheng Hong turned the musket to them.

These frightened natives supported each other and got up, pressed their heads tightly to the ground, and they were trembling in their mouths, as if they had offended the gods and asked for forgiveness from the gods. Besides the great natural gods, who else can have such a strange holy object!

Cheng Hong showed a wicked smile. It seemed that they had learned to be afraid of muskets. As long as they hold muskets, they must always remain afraid.

"Captain, what are you going to do?" The soldiers behind him asked with some concern when they saw Cheng Hong walking towards the indigenous people opposite him.

"Don't worry about me." Cheng Hong walked over swayingly, looking up at the group of natives who were begging for mercy, feeling the pleasure of a conqueror.

"Raise your head!" Cheng Hong lowered his voice and shouted to the natives. He didn't know if they could understand it. Or it didn't matter whether they could understand it or not.

One of the natives who looked like an indigenous leader almost crawled in front of Cheng Hong with a trembling trembling on the ground, kept begging for mercy, and did not dare to look up and blaspheme the "gods".

Cheng Hong put one hand on his Tianling cover and felt his nervousness and panic.

He pushed the head of the native leader with his hands, and saw that the native's pupils were dilated, and he was almost scared to faint.

"You guys, leave here!" Cheng Hong pointed to the northeast and signaled them to leave.

The natives still lay on the ground in panic. Until Cheng Hong went back, he still lay there and muttered for three hours. When it was dark, they saw that the gods ignored them, so they helped each other and returned to their tribe, with their legs numb.
Chapter completed!