Chapter 589

"Sure enough... Taking office with or without soldiers is completely different. But in the final analysis, it's still strength!"

"The force under control is the most direct force, while forces such as family reputation are potential forces."

Dressed in a colonial style mix and match shirt and black trousers, Sulu walked through the crowded docks and streets.

He was too lazy to look at the fat man's ugly face. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal in the garrison, he quietly mixed into the flow of ordinary people.

Port Dylan is very large. Not far away, there are streets and residential areas built around the port.

On the road, you can occasionally see several horse slaves.

Their upper body is human and their lower body is horse. The male has high and bulging tendons and inverted triangular abdominal muscles. At first glance, they are good coolies.

The female is quite plump. Although she wears rag bag clothes, she still strongly attracts the attention of some men - of course, only the upper body.

"On zotland, the colonies of the Empire were dominated by a series of ports, showing a long strip... The most bordering with the major colonies were the Centaur and jackal tribes..."

"In both, although the Centaur has a fierce temperament, it is conservative and loyal, and has the possibility of being tamed as a slave... It just doesn't seem to be able to adapt to the climate of the old continent, which is rarely seen in the Empire..."

In addition, Sulu saw a large number of murals on the wall, depicting vicious werewolves and many scenes of spears and arrows shooting them.

"Kill the Jackal!"

"Kill more jackals!"

"Attention! If you meet a jackal in the wild and peel off its claws and wolf skin, you can get an imperial silver coin. If you see a group... May the six gods bless your soul!"

……

From the propaganda, Sulu knew that the jackals were extremely cruel and cunning, and there was no possibility of becoming slaves.

The only option is to exterminate them.

Even various colonies have introduced similar policies. With the claws, fur and wolf teeth of jackals, they can exchange certain money to encourage colonists to hunt them.

Of course, conversely, if an imperial citizen is caught by the Jackal tribe?

Then he can choose to swallow it raw or barbecue, and sacrifice to God.

The ethnic conflicts between the two sides have reached a point where they cannot be resolved at all.

Either the Chris Empire completely withdrew from zotland, or the jackals were exterminated. There is no third possibility!

Sulu even saw words such as horse liver and jackal meat on the signboards of some restaurants.

There are also rumors that these things are very good for men's kidneys.

Once this rumor is involved, even if it is disgusting, it may have a big market.

"Forget it... I don't have such a heavy mouth. Sure enough, the first generation of colonists were the most fierce..."

Sulu sighed and walked out of port Dylan.

Even after the colonists' reclamation, the wild here is still desolate, and some farmland has been opened up sporadically, planting oats, winter wheat, onions, tomatoes and other crops.

From time to time, hunters on horses patrol nearby.

The jackal is a very ferocious animal. They are so hungry that they eat their own kind.

It's never news that werewolves attacked human camps in twos and threes.

Sulu saw a row of warning crosses, on which were the dried jackal bodies nailed to bleed to death, which played a role of intimidation.

But the actual effect

Sulu thought that if there were no patrols, he might have been taken back by his companions as a bacon tooth sacrifice.

……

"Strange land, a lot of hostility..."

Sulu murmured, the divine level perception dispersed, and got a huge number of terrible information.

In these messages, he saw a certain one and his expression moved.

The next moment.

He stepped into the void and disappeared.

……

Colonial frontier, scavenger camp.

"Hold down... Put the wolf cubs in and fight again!"

Outside a wooden camp.

Hundreds of jackals roared against the simple fence.

Inside the camp, there are dozens of ragged "scavengers". They are the pioneering team of the imperial colonists and the vanguard of the confrontation between mankind and the extraordinary races in the dark continent. They are good at finding all kinds of precious resources in the wild.

Of course, the danger is also the highest.

At this time, this forward camp was besieged by hundreds of jackals.

They are generally two meters high, covered with brown or brown bristles, like a werewolf standing up alone. Some also hold crude wooden sticks, huge stones and other weapons.

When they charged to the front of the camp, a row of muskets emitted smoke.

Poof!

The bullet splashed, and the lead bullet broke into the flesh and blood. It began to melt and burst, forming a terrible wound at least the size of a bowl.

Basically, the Jackal who was hit in the trunk was finished. Those who hit the limbs also broke their hands and feet, fell to the ground and howled.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The terrible firearm power scared the jackals away a lot, but they howled and jumped on them in the roar of the rear.

"The platoon of guns to the extraordinary?"

Sulu looked at the scene with an interested look on his face.

"I didn't expect to see such a classic 'line up and shoot' scene... The jackals opposite are generally equivalent to the strength of the first-class [soldiers]. Under the nearly modern firearms, they can only leave a large number of bodies."

But he also knew that it took courage to line up and shoot.

The reason why this camp can be maintained is completely blocked by railings, dug trenches, nailing wood and other obstacles.

Otherwise, after a wave of shooting, the jackals rushed in front of them.

"Even so... The ammunition consumption of firearms is a big problem."

He continued to watch.

Sure enough, the next moment, with the roar of the scavengers, the sound of the platoon of guns became sparse.

A jackal, taller and stronger than his kind, with red eyes, stepped on his companion's body and rushed into the camp wall.

"Oh!"

It roared up to the sky and tore its sharp claws at the scavengers on the left and right. The wolf's claws were as sharp as a dagger, with all kinds of poisonous bacteria on them.

"Ah!"

Two Musketeers screamed. One was directly ripped open, and one of the other's arms was broken and blood gushed.

"Get out of here!"

A female scavenger's right hand seemed to expand in a circle and hit the jackal in the chest.

Bang!

The huge jackal flew backwards as if he had been hit by a locomotive.

"Elena, good job!"

Other scavengers were encouraged and finally beat back the wave of jackals.

Sulu's eyes also fell on the female professional: "[demon hunter]? Not only that, I felt the blood of the portley family in her..."