Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 968 - 535: It Turns Out to Be Targeted at Us!

Chapter 968: Chapter 535: It Turns Out to Be Targeted at Us!

Clarence Hughes suppressed the nausea in his throat, but could no longer hold back the fury that burst forth!

He felt it was unfair for that young man, but he hated the attackers even more.

The gun in his hand rose involuntarily, and he pulled the trigger toward the direction from which the bullets were coming!

A volley of bullets were fired, from the ground up into the sky, but did not cause the slightest damage to the opponent.

Clarence Hughes, gasping heavily, clumsily changed the clips, wanting to continue the attack as quickly as possible.

But the tribal residents who had already charged forward blocked his line of sight and firing range.

He tried to shoot several times but didn’t dare pull the trigger, knowing his shooting skills were not good enough and fearing he might wound someone else.

Clarence Hughes suddenly stood up, took his gun, and rushed forward, only to be stopped by another tribal resident after a few steps:

"Principal Miller, stay here; leave the fighting to us!

You have to go back and teach the children; you can’t afford to get hurt here!"

The resident pressed Clarence Hughes to the ground and then snatched the gun from his hand and charged out.

Clarence Hughes vividly remembered that earlier, this resident was carrying a box, which was now tossed aside, its contents spilled on the ground due to the flipped-open lid.

No one paid attention to these items anymore, treasures they once considered.

They just wanted to drive away the attackers and avenge their friends and family.

Clarence Hughes slumped to the ground, watching in the direction of the fighting.

The gunfire was still intense, but there were no longer missiles and bullets reaching this side.

Clearly, the tribal residents’ charge had some effect.

The sounds of gunfire continued, occasionally punctuated by the explosion of hand grenades and the raging shouts of the tribal residents.

Clarence Hughes slowly began to discern that the opponent’s gunfire was steady and orderly, very much like the sound of gunfire when Sean Knight and his team fought wolves the night before.

This side’s gunfire was erratic and disordered, occasionally accompanied by screams of pain.

The roars of command from Elder Hassan would sound from time to time, but not frequently.

Clarence Hughes thought of the tribal resident who had charged out earlier and looked up, straining to distinguish the figures flashing by, trying to find that person.

He said he still had children to teach.

Clarence Hughes had a one-dimensional impression of these tribal residents.

They were impoverished and backward, with outdated beliefs, greedy for small advantages, and prone to solving problems with violence.

But in this critical time for survival, each of them remembered to protect him, only because he was supposed to teach the children.

This was a nation that valued education; their lives were just too difficult to have the educational opportunities like those in the domestic areas.

Clarence Hughes felt a twinge in his nose, wiped his slightly blurred eyes, and tried hard to find that figure. But since everyone was dressed similarly and had their backs to him, with very similar builds, he couldn’t tell which one it was.

Clarence Hughes could only crawl over to the young man’s side, extended his trembling hand to close the boy’s eyes, then took the gun from his hand.

The combat had reached a stalemate, with neither side intending to retreat, each maintaining steady firepower.

On the tribal side, Elder Hassan had also calmed down, organizing everyone to attack orderly to avoid senseless casualties.

It was as though two armies were locked in a standoff, both unwilling to retreat, yet both unable to gain a decisive advantage.

Where would the breakthrough come from?

Elder Hassan looked at the Little Mound ahead, his face expressionless, but inside he was extremely anxious.

The opposition was no more than ten people, a squad-size force that was willing to attack here for an extended period without retreating. He guessed they must have reinforcements coming.

Elder Hassan’s greatest worry was aerial strikes!

In this area, the tribe had no advantage.

Even the individual missiles they had just captured were hardly understood by the tribal residents.

What he could rely on was the numerical advantage—residents unafraid of death, and the possibility that Sean Knight and his team would come to their aid if they heard the gunfire.

This was a potential game-changer, but it was uncertain whether it could be utilized effectively.

Just as Elder Hassan had anticipated, the opposition was calling for aerial support.

Two Predator Drones were taking off from a base, rapidly approaching this area.

The people on top of the small hill were not fully armed, as depicted in movies and TV shows.

They were dressed like locals, with robes, headscarves, and their faces covered by cloths, revealing only their eyes.

This temporary position at the top of the small hill was very well-armed.

Automatic rifles, sniper rifles, machine guns, and hand grenades—all were at hand.

The machine gun pinned down the front, while the sniper rifles picked off any tribal shooters that surfaced.

Automatic rifles covered the flanks; occasional hand grenades created acute destructive impacts.

Individual radios kept communication with the outside, alongside an advanced tracker.

Still, the reckless fighting style of the tribal residents had resulted in heavy casualties but had also put their opponents in a difficult position, unable to move forward or retreat.

Both sides were anticipating the moment when the drones would change the game.

Elijah Hastings and his team emerged from the interior of a mountain cave, guns in hand, made their way towards the battlefield, and upon reaching a dominant height, observed the entire situation.

This location was special in geographical terms; it was not easy to approach from the front, and the sides were time-consuming and labor-intensive. For the two fighting parties, one was unfamiliar with the terrain and had only found a suitable location to launch attacks, hoping for a quick victory; the other was initially on the move, caught in a hasty counterattack, and could not possibly reach this vantage point.