Chapter 1430: Proactive Attack

"Is it to live a life of displacement?"

The expressions of the five chiefs were extremely unsightly; they had all experienced the bitter days of displacement in the past.

That kind of life was something they truly did not want to experience a second time!

"Is it to rise up in resistance?"

Batu gritted his teeth; if given the choice, he would absolutely rise up in resistance, for he never wanted to live those previous days again!

"Or perhaps..."

Qingyang Shuo's gaze, sharp as a Falcon's, suddenly radiated a murderous aura as he stared at them, and the five chiefs remained silent.

"To watch your own tribesmen, wives, and children be sold to the Spanish, or perhaps the French, or even the British, to be enslaved, to be worked like beasts of burden, and to die amidst endless humiliation!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a bang.

Batu slammed his hand onto the table, stood up abruptly, and his tightly clenched fists had bulging veins.

These words from Mr. Qingyang Shuo stirred up memories that were too painful to look back upon.

His gaze darkened, and he roared angrily: "Say no more, City Lord!"

"I would rather die than let my tribesmen be humiliated."

Qingyang Shuo nodded with satisfaction; Batu's fighting spirit was the easiest to ignite. He looked at the others and asked: "What about you? How do you choose?"

For the four Indian chiefs, whose faces were already ugly to the extreme, Qingyang Shuo's six-word interrogation weighed directly upon their hearts.

How to choose?

How could they choose?

To abandon their current prosperous life, a life where they had meat to eat every day, to go back to displacement, living days where they were hunted and killed by colonists.

Then to be captured by these colonists, watching their own tribesmen, their own wives and children, being humiliated and dying in anger amidst day-and-night labor.

At the mere thought of this—they had all had such experiences.

The faces of the four chiefs were terrifyingly grim, and their tightly clenched fists were such that their fingernails dug into their flesh, yet they felt no pain.

They were all chiefs of a tribe, after all; were they to lead their own tribes down such a path?

No, such things must not be experienced a second time.

It was after the Longyan arrived here and built Yun City that they were able to live a life of abundance.

If it were the Spanish or others threatening Yun City.

To have their hard-won life snatched away—how could that be possible!

"I know now, City Lord!"

"We all understand now!"

"I am the same."

"And me..."

The four chiefs looked at Qingyang Shuo in unison and solemnly promised: "We absolutely cannot let Yun City be snatched away; if they want to fight, let them come."

Qingyang Shuo revealed a very gratified smile; this pre-battle mobilization had gone quite well.

"Good. War will indeed result in death, but someone must carry the burden forward so that those behind can enjoy a beautiful life."

Hearing this, the five chiefs' eyes shone with brilliance, and they breathed heavily.

Someone must carry the burden forward so that those behind can enjoy a beautiful life.

Yes, wasn't driving away those who wanted to snatch their beautiful life the very reason they were doing this, for the future lives of their own wives, children, and tribesmen?

The way they looked at Qingyang Shuo had changed.

From the initial respect, it gradually turned into worship.

Although this City Lord was sent by the Longyan.

And had a letter of recommendation from Qin Zhangfeng, and even the guarantee of Deputy City Lord Li Cheng.

But they, the Indians, had only respected this City Lord.

In their eyes, the only one worthy of worship and respect was Qin Zhangfeng; it was Qin Zhangfeng who helped them build the city here and resist foreign enemies.

But at this moment, Qingyang Shuo had also earned their worship.

All because of this one sentence!

Qingyang Shuo sensed the change in the Indians' gazes but didn't pay much mind; this sentence was not his original creation.

It was something Chief Minister Liu Zheng had once said.

At

the time, Qingyang Shuo felt it was very profound, so he had noted it down.

He hadn't expected that using it here would indirectly allow Liu Zheng to manifest his greatness before others once more.

Qingyang Shuo shook his head, no longer thinking about the living legend of Longyan, and instead pointed to the map of the Panama Isthmus region.

"This place was once the territory of the Spanish, but they certainly aren't as familiar with the geography as you are. Where do you think those Spanish will attack from?"

These five Indian chiefs looked at the map; although they had not received complete military training or theoretical study.

But since the beginning of Yun City's establishment, education had been implemented, so the five chiefs could still barely read the map.

They looked at some of the locations marked on the map, their brows furrowing.

Qingyang Shuo asked: "Is there a problem?"

Among them, Batu had war experience, and he sighed quite helplessly: "City Lord, our Yun City is like a piece of tattered cloth that leaks air everywhere."

"It is feasible for the Spanish to attack from anywhere."

Hearing this, Qingyang Shuo nodded and fell into deep thought.

"With such terrain, we have nowhere to defend. Originally, the jungle of the Panama Isthmus could have been a natural barrier, but now that the Canal is being built, this natural barrier is already unobstructed."

"Moreover, although our current troop strength is not small, the Spanish possess more troops than we do. Aside from our equipment being superior to the opponent's, we have no other advantages from any other perspective."

Qingyang Shuo frowned slightly; he did not have a complete grasp of the terrain near Yun City, which was why he needed them to speak.

Qingyang Shuo looked up at them and asked, "Do you also agree with the words of Chief Batu?"

The other chiefs, without exception, nodded one after another.

Qingyang Shuo asked again, "Then what about the terrain of the Spanish Colonial Area? Do you have any understanding of it?"

The others thought for a while; although they had been colonized by the Spanish, they did not have much understanding of the current Spanish Colonial Area.

To them, that place was already far away from the Panama Isthmus.

Indian tribes had an extremely strong sense of territory, so under normal circumstances, few Indians would rashly intrude into the territory of other Indians.

This was to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

And the consequences brought about by such misunderstandings were generally death.

The five chiefs fell into silence; now that the Spanish Colonial Area had shrunk significantly, they had no knowledge of the situation in the most core colonial area at all.

"Perhaps there is one chief who knows," Batu said suddenly, having thought of something.

Qingyang Shuo and all the Indian chiefs looked at him in unison.

Immediately, the other chiefs also realized who the chief Batu was referring to, but their expressions became extremely ugly.

"Chief Batu, that person cannot possibly come back to help us."

Batu wanted to retort, but after opening his mouth, he found that the words he wanted to use to refute were so powerless.

Qingyang Shuo did not know who the person they were talking about was; he looked at Batu and asked, "As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, we must try."

"This matter is of vital importance."

Since defending the city was impossible at the moment, the only Method to adopt was to attack the city, turning the passive into the active.

Seizing the initiative, but the only difficulty now was that they were not familiar with the terrain of the Spanish Colonial Area.