Another World: Naval Storm

The troops led by Lieutenant Colonel Becker had entered the mountains for four or five days. The latest news received by the naval cadets was that the main force of the rebels had been defeated by the heroic imperial army, and Lieutenant Colonel Becker was leading his troops to pursue the victory, and their triumphant return was imminent.

"Vashir, wake up! We still have to be on duty soon!" Yawning, the two men almost fell asleep leaning against the trench.

"What are you afraid of? The Zulus have been defeated. How can they have the courage to attack the military station? Just take a good rest." Vasir looked indifferent.

"I'm just afraid of your bad mouth!" Leo teased.

【warn!warn! 】

[The enemy has...arrived...]

[Commander, please pay attention to safety]

The flashing red words on the system in his mind made Leo realize something. He opened the God's perspective in his mind and saw countless small red dots rushing towards the military station.

"What's wrong, Leo?"

Leo frowned and lay on the ground, pretending to hear something. Vasir had already raised his rifle, which was loaded with bullets, and aimed at the valley entrance.

The sound of footsteps gradually came, and the two looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Enemy attack! It's the Zulus!" They had no time to think about how the defeated Zulus could appear here. The two of them shouted at the top of their lungs and fired several shots into the sky.

The sound of alarms and gunfire resounded across the entire riverbank. The soldiers who were resting stood up and became noisy. They grabbed their guns and trousers and climbed into the trenches without even having time to put on their pants.

"Ouch!"

"Kill the white devils!"

"Sacrifice them to the great god!"

"Come on!"

As the flash bombs rose into the air, hundreds of Zulus wrapped in animal skins, holding shields and with feathers in their hair, rushed over, howling and waving swords and guns.

Although they were impressed by the courage of the Zulus, they did not relax at all, but instead loaded and fired faster. The firepower of the military station guards easily harvested the lives of the Zulus, and the bullets hit their bodies, leaving pieces of blood.

The totem tattoos on the Zulu people did not make them invulnerable to swords and guns. The blessings of the tribal wizards were ultimately no match for the foreigners' bullets.

The arrows and javelins of the Zulus fell in front of the position without hurting anyone. The Zulus armed with cold weapons were hit hard by modern firearms. The development of the times made the indigenous people without industrial base powerless to resist. Unlike decades ago, the Talen Musketeers suffered heavy casualties under the Zulus' bows and javelins. Although they won a bitter victory in the end, they had to make some concessions to allow the Zulus to retain their right to survive on this land.

The Zulus could not cross the firing line in front of the military station, so the mobile sentries Nicholas and Samir were in trouble, and all the attention was on them. Their position was quite bad, and the Zulus' bows and arrows made them unable to raise their heads.

Seeing that an indigenous soldier had raised his sword, Leo quickly jumped out of the trench, knelt on one knee, aimed at three points, and shot the indigenous soldier in the head.

"Here, Nicholas, Samir, hurry." Vasir also jumped out of the trench and shouted to Nicholas.

Leo was supported by the system, and each shot hit an enemy. Vasir was also shooting to cover him. The firepower of the two people prevented the indigenous soldiers from getting close to Nicolas and the other man for the time being.

Nicolas was agile and dodged the weapons shot at him, then rolled and jumped a few times to meet up with Leo and the other man.

A black man who looked like a chief hacked two deserters to death, and shouted a lot, urging his men to continue the attack. The cannibals with violent genes raised their swords and vowed to capture Leo and the other two. The triangle formation of Leo, Vasir, and Nicolas could be torn apart by the natives at any time. The bullets were getting less and less, and the situation was critical.

[Commander, please evacuate as soon as possible]

[Evacuate as soon as possible]

"Shut up! Don't make noise!" Leo's scolding made the system quiet.

"We must retreat. We can't stay here any longer!" The committee rifle in Leo's hand has jammed several times. If he continues firing, the gun is likely to explode.

"Wait a minute! Samir hasn't come yet!" The noise on the battlefield forced them to speak loudly.

Nicolas' eyes were full of pleading. Leo stopped talking, but pulled out the bayonet and pressed it against the tip of the gun.

Time passed little by little, and they fought and retreated, but Samir never showed up.

"Samir, where are you?" The three shouted but no one responded. Nicolas wanted to go back to look for him, but Leo and Vasir grabbed his arms and dragged him back.

"There he is!" The sharp-eyed Vasir saw Samir leaning against a dead tree on the river bank, dying. He was hit by three arrows and the hand holding the rifle had been chopped off.

The ferocious-looking native chief was standing over Samir with a machete in his hand, about to chop off his head.

"Fuck!" Leo roared, and fired the only bullet left in his rifle. God bless him! The bullet hit his head directly, his brain splattered, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The cannons in the military station finally opened fire, and shells exploded in the crowd, with balls of flesh and blood bursting apart.

The sound of gunfire and footsteps behind them were getting closer and closer. Countless figures shouting "Charge!" "Forward!" rushed past Leo and the others towards the Zulus who were trying to escape. As soon as their tense nerves relaxed, Leo and Vasir collapsed to the ground.

"Samir, don't die. We agreed to go back to Byrne together. I haven't had enough beer brewed in your manor yet. Why are you..."

Samir was gone after all. Poisoning arrows was a Zulu tradition. Nicolas knelt down in front of the corpse and burst into tears.

【End of battle】

[System settlement in progress...]

【Based on battlefield performance】

[Commander obtains level 1 firearms expertise and one thousand merit points]

[Primary system is open, please check it yourself, Commander]

[I also wish the Commander good luck in military affairs]

****

The Drake Empire army had been fooled by the Zulus twice, and the one defeated by Lieutenant Colonel Becker was not the main force. The main force had been hiding in the woods not far from the valley entrance, intending to attack the supply station and make the Drakes collapse without a fight.

The Zulus' plan was a good one. The Drake Empire's army was led by the nose twice! It was really embarrassing. If the Army General Staff knew about it, they would probably kill the officer in charge of the operation immediately!

Unfortunately, the world is developing. In the face of huge warships and cannons and comprehensive national strength, personal bravery is no longer useful. A bullet can take the life of a warrior.

There are always accidents in war, and Samir’s death is an accident among accidents!

In the port of Dallas Salaam, a ceremony for Samir's burial at sea was being held on the Leon. Burial at sea is a tradition of the navy, after all, the sea is the best destination for the navy. If someone had invented the refrigerator earlier, Samir could have been brought back to his hometown for burial.

Samir's coffin was placed on the rear deck of the Leon. All the crew members, instructors, the Governor of East Africa and some army officers stood beside the coffin with solemn expressions, waiting for the pastor to finish his prayer.

Three shots were fired, the coffin floated on the sea and slowly sank, the wreath drifted away with the waves, and Nicholas held on to the railing tightly, watching his friend disappear on the sea.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't save Samir..." Leo walked over and patted Nicolas' shoulder, feeling a little guilty.

"No, it's not our fault! It's normal for soldiers to die on the battlefield. He has always wanted to join the Drake Empire Army. You know, Feng is born to be an army man! I like the sea, so he came to accompany me! Don't feel guilty, I will accompany him one day!"

"Let me introduce myself again, my comrade. My name is Nicolas von Muller, from Bavaria." Nicolas extended his hand to Leo for the first time.

The two hands were tightly clasped together, and all the previous unhappiness disappeared at this moment.

"Leo Sivens, from Kerry."