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Chapter 150: The Wakandan War (3)
Author: Great Demon Spirit
When Ross dispatched the Vanguard, Tony knew they were finished.
Given the Military's consistent style over the years—using their overwhelming size and technology to run rampant—they had committed their fair share of atrocities, including massacring civilians.
Using these tactics on the people of Wakanda was, without a doubt, a death wish.
Because it was isolated from the world, the Kingdom of Wakanda still maintained many primitive and ancient customs. For instance, the contest for the throne involved selecting an heir from among the offspring of the previous King and his siblings.
The standard for a qualified heir was simple and brutal: witnessed by the Four Great Tribes, the contenders would bare their upper bodies, and the best fighter among these noble bloodlines would become the next King.
Deaths during the contest for the throne were common in every generation.
Primitive and brutal, ancient and unyielding—this was the way of the Wakandan people. If even their noble King had to be chosen in such a manner, one could only imagine how fierce the customs of the common folk were.
Tony leisurely followed beside Ross's Headquarters, swaying in his vehicle. He squinted, watching the valiant-looking army.
“No matter what Wakanda does—whether they continue to hide within their protective barrier like a turtle and only send a small unit to rout the Military, or whether their main army marches out with warships sweeping the ground from above and eliminating everyone—Wakanda's exposure is now a foregone conclusion.”
On the sharply divided wilderness, the lush trees on the high mountains stood in stark contrast to the dense grass on the plains. This strange phenomenon was one of the effects caused by the Vibranium Mine.
Not far away, the Fifth Tribe, which had long existed outside Wakanda, lived in the snowy mountains. Here, the seasons of summer and winter were in disarray. Divided by region, even short distances created drastically different temperatures—another change brought about by the Vibranium Mine.
This time, it was a disaster not only for the Military but for Wakanda as well. The latter had been targeted by someone far more terrifying. Tony had set his sights on them completely and would not rest until he had the Vibranium Mine in his hands.
“Routing the Military or slaughtering them all would expose Wakanda's location. The whole world isn't stupid; if a trip to Africa results in few survivors, even a fool would know something is wrong there. However, with Wakanda's technological prowess, dominating the entire world is unrealistic, but self-preservation is more than achievable. This provides me with an opportunity to personally attack Wakanda next time.”
As Tony pondered along the way, and with the anticipation of many high-ranking Military officials, the forces up ahead had already engaged the Border Tribe in combat.
With their own soldiers killed, the Military's Vanguard showed no courtesy. After confirming their targets, they immediately opened fire.
Waves of dense gunfire erupted. Numerous soldiers raised their weapons and sprayed bullets at the group of natives opposite them. To these soldiers, the enemy's "primitive" tribal attire seemed like a ridiculous, clown-like costume.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The soldiers' gazes froze. They stared at the scene before them, dumbfounded.
The warriors of the Border Tribe had already lifted their respective robe-like garments in a unified and focused motion. Before them, translucent, light-blue barriers had appeared, resembling virtual projections simulated by high technology.
“What is that?”
The soldiers were a bit dazed. “How could backward natives possess technology like virtual projections? It was too incongruous. This was bloody Africa, East Africa at that—a place labeled as poor and backward! How could there be high technology here?”
The next second, something even more astonishing happened.
The dense barrage of bullets struck these seemingly illusory barriers, making soft pattering sounds. The metal slugs were visibly stopped, falling sporadically to the ground. Soldiers observing with electronic binoculars could even see clearly that many of the warheads had been flattened, as if they had struck something incredibly hard.
These meter-high “virtual projections” showed no change at all as they met the bullets; not even the slightest ripple appeared.
The soldiers had 'what the fuck' expressions on their faces, rendered utterly speechless.
Even an idiot would know they had hit a brick wall. When the footage of this scene was transmitted back to Headquarters, all the high-level military officers suddenly had a bad feeling.
W'Kabi slowly walked out from the orderly military formation. He shouted something in the Wakandan language, and all the Wakandan warriors began to roar in response. The sound grew louder and louder!
The warriors uniformly raised the spears in their hands, the tips aimed steadily at the Military soldiers. Sunlight shone down, reflecting with a cold glint.
A gentle breeze caressed the blades of grass touching the earth, and the entire prairie began to dance with the wind. A scent unique to the grasslands, a mix of fresh grass and unknown plants, slowly permeated the air, extending a grim 'welcome' from the land's masters to all strangers.
It was a scent nourished by death and blood.
W'Kabi roared again, and everyone followed suit. Each of their spears began to glow. A tenth of a second later, a beam of light blasted out from each spear, shooting with a sharp hiss toward the astonished Military soldiers at incredible speed.
In an instant, screams rose and fell as numerous soldiers collapsed to the ground.
“What's happening?”
“Counterattack, counterattack!”
The Elite Soldiers fought back their fear of the unknown and the disappointment from the vast gap between expectations and reality. They raised their weapons to counterattack. Gunfire erupted once more, but it was useless. Wakandan warriors designated for defense had already stepped forward, blocking all the bullets.
More warriors fired from behind the protective barriers.
W'Kabi watched these strange visitors with cold indifference, a hint of excitement in his eyes. He was one of the Hawks, who had always advocated for outward expansion. It was only because King T'Chaka's authority was so great that he could only voice his opinions in meetings. If he were to arbitrarily start a war with the outside world, it would undoubtedly be a betrayal of the kingdom.
“How do these natives, who can't even build proper houses, have these kinds of weapons?!”
Inside the Headquarters, someone roared in disbelief. “It wasn't just him; many who saw this scene couldn't believe it! Energy Weapons! Even *we*, with our most advanced military equipment, haven't managed to miniaturize them. How could this group of natives possibly have them?!”
The Military saw the Wakandans as ignorant natives; similarly, Wakanda saw the Military as primitive cavemen.
“Guns? Such a primitive Kinetic Weapon,” W'Kabi said with a disdainful expression, sneering as he watched the slaughter.
Wakanda's Energy Weapons were built upon Vibranium, which could release energy. This represented a technological dominance that was utterly frustrating and disheartening. You knew your enemies were mere flesh and blood, that a single shot could kill them, yet you were powerless to defeat them.
The high-spirited expedition seemed to be turning into a one-sided massacre.
This was only the beginning. The Vanguard fought as it retreated, while the Military's main force, under the command of Headquarters, rushed over at top speed. They guessed that the natives' weapons must have been supplied by some faction and that there weren't many of them.
Use their numbers to crush them and torture them for information.
Tony, who was following in the crowd, waved his hand. Dozens of driverless motorcycles slowly drove up to his side.
(end of chapter)
Author: Great Demon Spirit
When Ross dispatched the Vanguard, Tony knew they were finished.
Given the Military's consistent style over the years—using their overwhelming size and technology to run rampant—they had committed their fair share of atrocities, including massacring civilians.
Using these tactics on the people of Wakanda was, without a doubt, a death wish.
Because it was isolated from the world, the Kingdom of Wakanda still maintained many primitive and ancient customs. For instance, the contest for the throne involved selecting an heir from among the offspring of the previous King and his siblings.
The standard for a qualified heir was simple and brutal: witnessed by the Four Great Tribes, the contenders would bare their upper bodies, and the best fighter among these noble bloodlines would become the next King.
Deaths during the contest for the throne were common in every generation.
Primitive and brutal, ancient and unyielding—this was the way of the Wakandan people. If even their noble King had to be chosen in such a manner, one could only imagine how fierce the customs of the common folk were.
Tony leisurely followed beside Ross's Headquarters, swaying in his vehicle. He squinted, watching the valiant-looking army.
“No matter what Wakanda does—whether they continue to hide within their protective barrier like a turtle and only send a small unit to rout the Military, or whether their main army marches out with warships sweeping the ground from above and eliminating everyone—Wakanda's exposure is now a foregone conclusion.”
On the sharply divided wilderness, the lush trees on the high mountains stood in stark contrast to the dense grass on the plains. This strange phenomenon was one of the effects caused by the Vibranium Mine.
Not far away, the Fifth Tribe, which had long existed outside Wakanda, lived in the snowy mountains. Here, the seasons of summer and winter were in disarray. Divided by region, even short distances created drastically different temperatures—another change brought about by the Vibranium Mine.
This time, it was a disaster not only for the Military but for Wakanda as well. The latter had been targeted by someone far more terrifying. Tony had set his sights on them completely and would not rest until he had the Vibranium Mine in his hands.
“Routing the Military or slaughtering them all would expose Wakanda's location. The whole world isn't stupid; if a trip to Africa results in few survivors, even a fool would know something is wrong there. However, with Wakanda's technological prowess, dominating the entire world is unrealistic, but self-preservation is more than achievable. This provides me with an opportunity to personally attack Wakanda next time.”
As Tony pondered along the way, and with the anticipation of many high-ranking Military officials, the forces up ahead had already engaged the Border Tribe in combat.
With their own soldiers killed, the Military's Vanguard showed no courtesy. After confirming their targets, they immediately opened fire.
Waves of dense gunfire erupted. Numerous soldiers raised their weapons and sprayed bullets at the group of natives opposite them. To these soldiers, the enemy's "primitive" tribal attire seemed like a ridiculous, clown-like costume.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The soldiers' gazes froze. They stared at the scene before them, dumbfounded.
The warriors of the Border Tribe had already lifted their respective robe-like garments in a unified and focused motion. Before them, translucent, light-blue barriers had appeared, resembling virtual projections simulated by high technology.
“What is that?”
The soldiers were a bit dazed. “How could backward natives possess technology like virtual projections? It was too incongruous. This was bloody Africa, East Africa at that—a place labeled as poor and backward! How could there be high technology here?”
The next second, something even more astonishing happened.
The dense barrage of bullets struck these seemingly illusory barriers, making soft pattering sounds. The metal slugs were visibly stopped, falling sporadically to the ground. Soldiers observing with electronic binoculars could even see clearly that many of the warheads had been flattened, as if they had struck something incredibly hard.
These meter-high “virtual projections” showed no change at all as they met the bullets; not even the slightest ripple appeared.
The soldiers had 'what the fuck' expressions on their faces, rendered utterly speechless.
Even an idiot would know they had hit a brick wall. When the footage of this scene was transmitted back to Headquarters, all the high-level military officers suddenly had a bad feeling.
W'Kabi slowly walked out from the orderly military formation. He shouted something in the Wakandan language, and all the Wakandan warriors began to roar in response. The sound grew louder and louder!
The warriors uniformly raised the spears in their hands, the tips aimed steadily at the Military soldiers. Sunlight shone down, reflecting with a cold glint.
A gentle breeze caressed the blades of grass touching the earth, and the entire prairie began to dance with the wind. A scent unique to the grasslands, a mix of fresh grass and unknown plants, slowly permeated the air, extending a grim 'welcome' from the land's masters to all strangers.
It was a scent nourished by death and blood.
W'Kabi roared again, and everyone followed suit. Each of their spears began to glow. A tenth of a second later, a beam of light blasted out from each spear, shooting with a sharp hiss toward the astonished Military soldiers at incredible speed.
In an instant, screams rose and fell as numerous soldiers collapsed to the ground.
“What's happening?”
“Counterattack, counterattack!”
The Elite Soldiers fought back their fear of the unknown and the disappointment from the vast gap between expectations and reality. They raised their weapons to counterattack. Gunfire erupted once more, but it was useless. Wakandan warriors designated for defense had already stepped forward, blocking all the bullets.
More warriors fired from behind the protective barriers.
W'Kabi watched these strange visitors with cold indifference, a hint of excitement in his eyes. He was one of the Hawks, who had always advocated for outward expansion. It was only because King T'Chaka's authority was so great that he could only voice his opinions in meetings. If he were to arbitrarily start a war with the outside world, it would undoubtedly be a betrayal of the kingdom.
“How do these natives, who can't even build proper houses, have these kinds of weapons?!”
Inside the Headquarters, someone roared in disbelief. “It wasn't just him; many who saw this scene couldn't believe it! Energy Weapons! Even *we*, with our most advanced military equipment, haven't managed to miniaturize them. How could this group of natives possibly have them?!”
The Military saw the Wakandans as ignorant natives; similarly, Wakanda saw the Military as primitive cavemen.
“Guns? Such a primitive Kinetic Weapon,” W'Kabi said with a disdainful expression, sneering as he watched the slaughter.
Wakanda's Energy Weapons were built upon Vibranium, which could release energy. This represented a technological dominance that was utterly frustrating and disheartening. You knew your enemies were mere flesh and blood, that a single shot could kill them, yet you were powerless to defeat them.
The high-spirited expedition seemed to be turning into a one-sided massacre.
This was only the beginning. The Vanguard fought as it retreated, while the Military's main force, under the command of Headquarters, rushed over at top speed. They guessed that the natives' weapons must have been supplied by some faction and that there weren't many of them.
Use their numbers to crush them and torture them for information.
Tony, who was following in the crowd, waved his hand. Dozens of driverless motorcycles slowly drove up to his side.
(end of chapter)
