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War is an Eternity topic, and there are many ways to attribute its causes, including living space, natural resources, overpopulation, social productivity, and relations of production.

For example, the recently concluded World War II was caused by the uneven economic and political development of the participating countries!

Since the dawn of humanity, war has never ceased. It has been intertwined with brilliant civilizations throughout history, catalyzing and promoting the progress of civilization while also threatening human survival.

In fact, war existed before humans appeared. War is not a human-only phenomenon; ants do it too.

Stripping away the complexities, war is all about resources: attacking, plundering, and strengthening oneself.

On the vast African plains, tribes each possess extremely abundant resources, ensuring they have no worries about food and drink, and there seems to be no reason for war to break out.

However, human nature is inclined towards ease and comfort. Compared to obtaining resources from nature, plundering the resources of other tribes is faster, easier, and more rewarding. While strengthening oneself, one can also squeeze the living space of other tribes, achieving two goals at once.

Before understanding the true cause of the war, Azzuri could only make the above guess. He had witnessed many tribes perish because of war and knew its cruelty. Since the situation was beset by internal and external troubles and war was unavoidable, he would do his best to fulfill his kingdom's responsibility and protect Wakanda like his ancestors.

At the frontline command post, Azzuri felt helpless as he heard the sporadic gunfire from his own positions. He had made a deal with the America government by selling Vibranium to create an American-equipped army, but the tribe's warriors looked down on rifles and cannons, stubbornly sticking to the bows and arrows they had practiced since childhood.

This is a consequence of Wakanda's isolationist policies; without the impact of foreign cultures, the tribes are conservative in their thinking and unwilling to accept new things.

Azzuri realized the problem as soon as he ascended the throne, especially after the outbreak of World War II, which made him see the country's backwardness. He wanted to promote basic education for the people, but the elders of other tribes strongly resisted this policy, believing that it would shake the foundation of the country, and the plan was shelved.

It wasn't that the tribal elders were short-sighted, but rather that the ruling class had an extremely strict control over knowledge. Compared to a group of uncultured, ignorant people, a group of intellectuals with their own ideas—even a fool would know which one to choose.

The outside world is progressing too fast. Azzuri also knows that it is not possible to change the elders' outdated ideas in a short time. Therefore, his method is to implement a strong country strategy in the Golden Tribe where there is the least resistance. After ten or even twenty years, the other tribes that have fallen behind will have no choice but to follow the trend in order to survive, and their backward ideas will disintegrate on their own.

Governing a country is not something that can be accomplished overnight. In Azzuri's plan, his generation must change primitive and backward thinking. Wakanda will truly become powerful in the next generation. After he paves the way, his son will inherit the throne and lead the country to its rise.

So far, his plans are going very smoothly, except for this sudden outbreak of war!

"Your Majesty, why don't we launch an attack?" Elder White Ape said impatiently. "Close combat is Wakanda's advantage. If we continue like this, we will only be suppressed and unable to raise our heads."

"Our firepower is at a disadvantage, and a strong attack would only increase unnecessary casualties. Moreover, there are too many of the enemy on the other side. We must avoid casualties to prevent a complete defeat." Azzuri pointed to the defensive line on the map and patiently explained, "Close combat is indeed our advantage, so I am waiting for them to launch an attack and then wipe them out in the trenches in close combat."

The four elders found this explanation somewhat reasonable and stopped insisting. However, as time passed and the expected enemy charge did not occur, Elder White Ape became restless again.

"King, unleash the War Machine and tear the enemy to shreds in one fell swoop!"

The War Machine that Elder White Ape referred to was a giant rhinoceros clad in Vibranium armor. Due to the radiation from the Vibranium mines, the rhinoceroses in Wakanda are abnormally large, with horns on their heads thicker than an adult male's thigh. They are incredibly strong and fast, and once they charge, it's like a tribal version of blitzkrieg.

"It's not time yet..." A glint flashed in Azzuri's eyes. Strategic weapons cannot be revealed lightly. Once they are revealed, victory must be secured. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if the enemy finds a way to counter them.

"So when do you think would be a suitable time?"

Nothing worked, nothing worked. The irritable Elder White Ape couldn't help but lose his temper; he had never fought such a frustrating battle before.

"Elder White Ape, you should know that I am, after all, the King of Wakanda, the military leader of the nation. I am the one who calls the shots here." Azzuri snorted coldly and waved his hand, ordering his men to drive Elder White Ape out.

The remaining three elders exchanged bewildered glances. Azzuri had always been seen as a wise man, rarely displaying an overbearing side, and his sudden assertiveness today left them at a loss for words.

"Elders, I have finalized the battle plan. Please see if there is anything else you would like to add..." After dismissing the Elder White Ape who only knew how to act recklessly, Azzuri explained his plan.

The three elders nodded in agreement, praising Azzuri's wisdom, and their own ambition for the throne subsided. Except for the Elder White Ape, who felt maliciously suppressed and felt even more determined to become king.

On the other side of the battlefield, in the rear, Russell was bored out of his mind in his tent.

There were no aircraft to gain air superiority, no artillery bombardment of positions, and no Tank advancing unimpeded. The most powerful firepower came from heavy machine guns and grenade launchers. The two sides dug trenches and exchanged fire. It was a war without any highlights, as if it were still stuck in the era of World War I.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. Wakanda isn't as powerful as it was later on." Russell tossed the transforming metal remote control in his hand. He had modified the Cybertron jet fighter and embarrassingly discovered that no one but him could pilot it, so he could only make a remote-controlled version.

Beneath his feet, the Black Panther dozed off with its eyes half-closed. Russell couldn't bear to let it starve, so he ordered his men to hunt an antelope and feed it until it was as round as a ball.

This is a very lazy cat. After eating and drinking its fill, it leans against Russell's feet and takes a nap. It doesn't know how to act cute at all and has an arrogant look that makes it want to punch you from beginning to end.

Russell squatted down and masturbated a couple of times, and Black Panther cooperated by raising his chin and humming comfortably.

Crackling sounds!

"Awooooo—"

Russell withdrew his hand with a displeased look. The expression on the Black Panther's face just now made him feel like he wasn't raising a pet, but rather serving it as a slave.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. At night, the soldiers in the camp rested, and the entire camp became quiet except for the mercenaries on duty and patrolling.

Over the past two days, the Wakanda's tactics have gradually been figured out. They hold their ground and only retaliate when the enemy charges into their trenches. Their seemingly outdated shields are extremely effective, and their spears are virtually indestructible. The careless mercenaries have suffered heavy casualties in a short time.

Another strange thing happened on the battlefield: the mercenaries thought the Wakanda were skilled in witchcraft, and the shields painted with totems seemed to have some kind of Magic Power. Even though they should have shot the legs, they would involuntarily aim at the shields instead.

Despite repeated setbacks in their assaults, the mercenaries remained unperturbed, mimicking the actions of the tribal soldiers, occasionally firing sniper shots to the head, and simply began to wear each other down.

As the night air in Africa grew cooler, two soldiers leaned against a trench, smoking and chatting. Just as they lit their cigarettes, they sensed something amiss; their feet trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

"An earthquake?"

The two men exchanged a glance. The tremor wasn't strong, like the aftershocks of a distant earthquake. But the sound of thousands of troops marching side by side grew louder as it approached, making their hearts pound with fear. They quickly peered out of their trenches to look ahead.

Upon seeing this, they were immediately stunned, their eyes widening in disbelief.

"Big... elephants! It's a herd of elephants!"

"Idiot, that's a rhinoceros!"

The two men were so frightened that they straightened up and ran back in panic, so shocked that they forgot to fire back.

Shouts rang out from the trenches, waking the soldiers who plunged into battle, and Fire Snake bloomed in the night.

Rumble—

By the light of the moon, the rhinoceros's appearance was revealed: its limbs were thick and powerful, its horns gleamed with a metallic sheen, and its size was enormous, more than twice the size of an ordinary rhinoceros on the grassland.

Looking around, there were at least fifty of these giant beasts, charging in a line, their momentum extremely terrifying.

The bullets struck the rhinoceroses with a clanging sound. They were covered in Vibranium armor, with their front half almost completely hidden except for their eyes.

Seeing that firearms could not stop the behemoth's charge, the soldiers in the trenches lost their composure. As the tremors drew closer, fear began to spread. Large numbers of soldiers abandoned their positions and fled, while the few remaining threw grenades and joined the tide of escape.

Several clusters of fire exploded in front of the position. The fire and explosions aroused the wildness of the rhinos, which accelerated their charge and trampled over the trenches in one leap.

The soldiers, with only two legs, were overtaken by the rhinoceros herd and trampled into a bloody pulp amidst screams. Behind the rhinoceros herd, Wakanda warriors, wielding spears and shields, roared and followed closely, breaking through the battle line in one fell swoop.

In the camp, Russell suddenly opened his eyes and strode out of his tent.

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens in the distance. A scream suddenly rang out from somewhere, and an invisible sense of fear spread through the camp like a virus. Before the sleepy soldiers could even comprehend what was happening, they followed the others and fled for their lives.

Rumble—

The herd of rhinos charged into the camp, their massive bodies smashing through tents and sending soldiers flying high into the air.

The rout was imminent and spread rapidly. Many soldiers started running before they even had their pants on. They didn't know where the enemy was; they were simply influenced by others and subconsciously joined the escape, and then... they didn't want to be slower than the others.

Bucky approached Russell and said rapidly, "Sir, the Wakanda have launched a sudden attack, the front lines..."

Russell interrupted immediately, "Have we gathered all our people? If so, let's get out of here!"

"Then what about them?"

"A bunch of rabble, whether they live or die is none of my business."

At the same time, a dark figure quietly arrived, its gaze fixed on Russell and his group.