I Became A Black Merchant In Another World
Chapter 429: War of Conquest of the New World (4)

Before the invention of breech-loading rifles, the outcome of battles was often determined by momentum.

A surprise attack would break the enemy’s momentum and win the battle, or by amassing a large army, the momentum could be seized by sheer numerical advantage, leading to victory.

In the age I live in, there are still no breech-loading rifles...

‘If we seize the momentum, we’ll definitely win.’

And we’re armed with advanced technology that is far beyond the understanding of the brown-skinned barbarians (who are not free labor).

With our spirits high, overcoming a 40-to-1 disadvantage is like child’s play.

"Aim!"

At my command, 100 soldiers aimed their guns at the approaching enemy from three directions.

These barbarians weren’t even flinching at the sight of our new weapons.

Are they crazy, or are they excited about the idea of sacrificing us as offerings?

Are they so deranged that they’ve lost their minds after eating human brains?

After a brief pause, the enemy entered effective range.

"Fire! Fire!"

At my order, the 100 matchlocks fired in quick succession, their shots spaced apart.

The smell of ammonia, thick like a mixture of urine and feces, filled the air. The massive smoke and deafening noise reverberated all around.

The enemy, who had never seen such weapons, found themselves ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) pierced by a single bullet—three, four men at a time.

They never could have imagined such a weapon.

In the face of such unimaginable, terrifying power, the 4,000 enemy soldiers froze.

"Save me! Argh! My arm, my leg!"

"The enemy controls thunder!"

"Fire is coming from their sticks. Fire, fire!"

To win decisively against a larger force, you must never lose the advantageous momentum once you have it.

The moment they regain their senses, our chances of defeat will increase by dozens of times.

‘This is why the saying goes that defeating the many with the few is only possible through surprise tactics.’

"Charge! Don’t let a single one of these heathen scum who sacrifice people for rituals live!"

I, someone who respects religious freedom, could live with taking a Sultan’s wife from an Allah-worshipping sultanate if necessary.

But even I can’t tolerate human sacrifice.

A civilization that sacrifices people like that should be wiped off this world.

I’m sure Deus in heaven, as well as our kind-hearted Pastor Stefano, would think the same.

‘Pastor, please watch over me.’

"Just kill them all!"

After giving the order, I charged towards the enemy myself.

As I swung my weapon and charged, the enemy swung their obsidian-studded wooden club to retaliate...

But their club couldn’t land a single blow on me.

It barely hurt at all.

"Ugh, ugh?!"

"...Doesn’t hurt, you bastard."

I cracked the skull of the idiot mumbling foolishly with my mace.

I’ve killed many because of my orders, but this is the first time I’ve killed someone myself...

But there was no guilt or conscience about it.

I guess it’s because I’m cleaning up trash who engage in barbaric human sacrifices.

"Their attacks are useless against us! Just push forward!"

Before I even finished motivating them, my marines were already smashing the skulls of the evil natives with ruthless efficiency.

"Human sacrifices?! Have you seen these bastards?!"

"I’ll kill them all in the spirit of the Rothschild sailors!"

"Kill them! These bastards aren’t worth keeping alive!"

Since the enemy is both heathens and practitioners of human sacrifice, none of my soldiers hesitated to kill them.

Meanwhile, even when the native soldiers tried to retaliate, their attacks didn’t land a single blow on our soldiers.

Just moments ago, they had bravely charged at us, swearing to kill us all...

Now, they were begging for their lives, crying.

"Please, save us! Please!"

"I surrender! I surrender! Argh, I surrender! I surrender!"

If I heard that aliens who couldn’t be defeated by rifles, missiles, or even nuclear bombs were attacking, I’d probably wet myself in fear.

That’s how they must see us now.

‘We haven’t even brought out our cannon or cavalry yet, which would be a real game-changer.’

At this rate, with 20,000 soldiers, we’d wipe out every last one of these trash mobs.

Although there are always unpredictable variables on the battlefield, we can’t afford to let our guard down...

"Don’t let a single one escape! Kill any you can and capture those you can!"

The 100 soldiers moved according to my orders.

They killed those they could, and captured those they could.

Since our numbers were still limited, we had to let a few of them go.

After what felt like about two hours, we no longer saw any of the enemy.

"Check for casualties and injuries among our forces, and gather the enemy bodies to burn them! We have won!"

As expected, we emerged victorious overwhelmingly.

Now, persuading them would be much easier.

A little earlier, when Fabio began his confrontation with the 4,000 soldiers of the Yufanti Empire.

Tupac Changa, the chief of the Changa tribe, had been watching Fabio from a distance with his people.

He bit his nails and mocked Fabio.

"His momentum is good, but how can 100 men defeat 4,000?"

Ulfric Ericsson, as a reward for his alliance, had given his daughter to Fabio, and had urged him to observe, but this seemed like an impossible feat.

He had heard countless stories of how strong his lord was.

But seeing Fabio himself command over 20,000 soldiers was a tremendous source of pressure.

He even began to wonder if Fabio and his forces might be a powerful group from across the sea, like the Yufanti Empire.

‘But how can 100 men fight 4,000?’

It seemed like an absurd battle.

The Yufanti Empire, unlike his own tribe, had a military with hundreds of thousands of elite warriors.

How could they possibly overcome a numerical disadvantage of 40 to 1?

It was sheer nonsense.

Then, just before they clashed, the sound of thunder rang out, and smoke billowed up as if a volcano had erupted.

"Ahh! Help, help!"

The chief snapped back to reality faster than the others.

He was embarrassed to show fear in front of his people.

But fortunately, the other members of the Changa tribe were too shocked to notice their chief’s fear.

‘Thank goodness.’

As he regained his composure and looked out at the battlefield, he was hit by an even greater shock.

"My god, my god. How could they kill so many with just one weapon so quickly?"

The elite warriors of the Yufanti Empire, who were once regarded as invincible, were now scattered all over the field.

Others had similar reactions.

"Yufanti Empire's warriors are powerless?!"

"Has the thunder god struck them down?"

"...My god... my god."

Without giving anyone a chance to recover, Fabio quickly pressed the attack, driving his soldiers forward.

At that moment, Fabio, clad in the most ornate armor, was about to be struck by an obsidian club.

"Even the strong ones from across the sea can’t avoid being attacked, huh?"

If Fabio had heard, I’d have argued that while I might be weak in physical combat, I had wealth and soldiers at my disposal.

But standing beside the chief, Ulfric Ericsson clicked his tongue and chuckled.

"It was intentional. You’ll see why soon."

Just as Ulfric said, Fabio shrugged off the attack and shattered the enemy’s skull with his mace.

The natives cheered at the sight.

"Hooray! Hail the sun god!"

"The sun god has sent powerful warriors from across the sea to save us!"

"We are saved!"

Just moments ago, we were on the verge of being wiped out by the evil warriors of the Yufanti Empire.

But now, we’ve killed them and avenged our fallen, securing our safety.

Tupac Changa’s eyes welled up with tears.

‘Are we finally alive?’

From that moment on, the tribe watched the battle unfold.

They cheered like fans at a World Cup semifinal, hugging each other in joy.

"The enemy is retreating!"

"The Yufanti Empire is tucking their tails!"

"Take that, you bastards!"

And before long, only Fabio and his 100 soldiers remained standing on the battlefield.

Ulfric Ericsson, looking at Tupac Changa and the others, laughed and boasted.

"We have cannons that can kill dozens at a time, and cavalry too. What you’ve seen so far is just a fraction of our power!"

With cavalry and cannons, even more one-sided massacres were possible.

Tupac Changa now believed those words.

And he made his decision.

Rather than live and die as a slave, he would bet on the possibility of victory.