They Six Are the Weakest Under My Command

Black smoke billowed into the sky above the camp, and the flames from the burning tents spread rapidly, turning half of the night sky red.

The Wakanda used rhino formations to flatten the battle lines and camps, and the tribal warriors who followed began to reap heads. The ferocious side of humanity was unleashed, with killing, arson, and even driving crowds to one place to release rhinoes to trample them.

The conflicts between tribes were barbaric and primitive, completely devoid of any concept of humanity. Women could survive as spoils of war, and as for men... well, they could also survive if they met the right person.

Scattered firelight stretched from the camp into the distance as Wakanda rode rhinos in pursuit of the fleeing soldiers, unleashing their savagery and reveling in the carnage, adorning their honor with blood.

Under the night sky, the sounds of iron hooves, screams, and exhilarating cheers mingled together.

Several trucks were parked on a distant hill. A graceful Black Panther coldly gazed at the battlefield, its forelegs crossed, its head slightly lowered, and only half of its golden pupils visible, exuding a chilling and frightening aura.

Splat!

Russell kicked aside the pretentious Black Panther, picked up his binoculars and looked at the battlefield, clicking his tongue in amazement. "The Wakanda are indeed fierce, they don't even want a single prisoner. Speaking of which, these rhinos are huge, they must be a mutated species."

The Black Panther was kicked and roared twice, baring its fangs. Seeing that Russell ignored it, it shrugged its shoulders and assumed its previous posture, standing proudly alone in the wind.

"Get lost, do you think you have the right to act tough here?"

Without saying a word, Russell kicked it down again. This big silly cat has no sense of being a pet. It won't even show its belly, let alone rub against its owner's ankle. What's the use of keeping it?

"If you dare to act tough in front of me again, I'll stew you!" Russell grabbed the Black Panther by the neck and crackled with electricity, making its black fur stand on end.

"Boss, I didn't mean to bother you... playing with your pet, but what should we do next?" Natasha asked. The battle in Wakanda had secured their victory; their tribal coalition and mercenaries had suffered a complete rout, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were annihilated.

"Keep spending money to buy more men. With money, how can we not solve the manpower problem?" Russell was completely unconcerned; money gave him a different kind of confidence.

Admittedly, the Wakanda would be richer than Hydra if they sold a few more pieces of Vibranium, but Russell knew they wouldn't dare. Every time they sold a piece of Vibranium, another force would be eyeing them.

Vibranium is a great thing, but it's also a hot potato!

Whoosh!

A whooshing sound came, and a cold light tore through the air, drawing a silver streak in the moonlight, heading straight for Russell's back.

Russell didn't move, but Bucky behind him stepped forward, his mechanical arm shooting out. Amidst the screeching of metal scraping and sparks flying, Bucky gripped the gleaming arm tightly.

A long spear with an incredibly sharp point, the Vibranium Spear of Wakanda.

"Sir!"

Bucky glanced at the spear in his hand and handed it to Russell.

"This is Vibranium ... Bucky, your gear needs an upgrade." Russell tossed the spear in his hand; it was very light. He looked in the direction the spear had come from. "You guys have been following me for so long, how long are you going to hide?"

There was no response. Then another whooshing sound came, and the shadow hidden in the darkness touched the ground with its feet and swept across the ground at an astonishing speed, rushing to Russell's side in an instant.

Natasha and Bucky stood on either side of Russell, blocking the charging shadow. The three quickly engaged in battle, their fists and feet whistling through the air, their speed, strength, and explosiveness terrifying.

By the light of the moon, Russell could make out the appearance of the newcomer: a black combat suit with two pointed ears on a black visor, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The Black Panther, the guardian of Wakanda, is not equipped as advanced as his descendants, but his ten fingers are still covered with extended claws that make a tearing sound every time they are swung.

Bucky tilted his head back to avoid the claws, his back straightening instantly like a spring, and swung his metal arm fiercely towards Black Panther's face. At the same time, Natasha also swept her leg across, striking Black Panther's side.

Faced with the simultaneous attacks, Black Panther curled up into a ball to avoid Natasha's whip kick, crossed his arms to block in front of him, and was sent flying by Bucky's heavy punch.

After landing, he rolled twice, punched twice, stood up, raised his claws, and moved with the agility of a real cheetah, colliding with Bucky's punch as he charged forward.

Bang!

The combat suit clearly lacked Vibranium additives. Black Panther was forced back by the immense force of the mechanical arm, Bucky pressed his advantage, leaping up and delivering a powerful kick to Black Panther's chest.

Black Panther tilted his head back and half-turned to avoid the attack, but was then kicked in the back by Natasha who suddenly rushed out. Fighting two opponents at once, he gradually began to falter.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

The sounds of fists hitting flesh continued. Black Panther kicked Bucky away, but before he could retract his leg, Natasha grabbed his ankle.

Crackling sounds!

The electric current struck, and the Black Panther shuddered as Natasha grabbed his ankle and swung him away.

On the other side, Bucky clenched his mechanical arm and swung his fist hard at the Black Panther flying backward toward him.

After being thrown out, the Black Panther curled up in mid-air, then nimbly stretched out its limbs, placed its toes on the mechanical fists, and used the support to roll 360 degrees in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground.

His inhuman movements were astonishing, like acrobatics; his movements were fluid and seamless, without any pauses. In terms of agility alone, he far surpassed Bucky and Natasha, who had been injected with the Super Soldier Serum.

Bucky snorted and turned to pounce on Black Panther. Natasha followed him, launching a series of rapid attacks that forced Black Panther to reveal an opening once again. Finally, Black Panther was struck in the chest by Bucky's heavy punch and sent flying like a cannonball.

Bang!

Black Panther crashed into a large tree behind him, bounced off, and fell to the ground, clutching his aching chest as he got up. His usually calm eyes, hidden behind the mask, were now filled with horror; he clearly hadn't expected to encounter two powerful warriors whose physical abilities were no less than his own.

"Amazing!"

Yelena couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Whether it was Bucky, Natasha, or Black Panther, their high level of combat skills made her deeply envious. She couldn't help but turn her gaze to Russell, wanting to become one of the strong as well.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Several whooshing sounds interrupted Bucky and Natasha's pursuit, and six sharp spears were planted in the ground, firmly protecting the Black Panther.

Bucky and Natasha retreated almost simultaneously, shielding Russell behind them, and warily watched the six female warriors rushing out of the jungle.

"My king, the enemy is very strong, let's retreat!" Six female warriors picked up spears, and one of them handed a shield to the Black Panther.

Black Panther rubbed his chest, grunted twice, and said with a wry smile, "Retreat? That depends on the enemy's decision. You were too reckless, acting without my orders."

As Black Panther finished speaking, a large group of armed soldiers emerged from the jungle and surrounded them. At the forefront, 22 Winter Soldier uniforms were clearly distinguishable from the others.

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, the female warriors raised their shields to protect the Black Panther behind them. The situation was dire, and a hint of anxiety inevitably appeared on their faces.

"Put your guns down. This is Azzuri of the Kingdom of Wakanda. You are being extremely rude." Russell clapped his hands, signaling the soldiers to lower their guns and show the Kingdom the respect it deserved.

"Who are you?" Looking at Russell's amiable and seemingly friendly demeanor, Azzuri felt a chill run down his spine. What bothered him even more was the Black Panther beside Russell, which was staring at him menacingly, as if it already regarded him as an enemy.

It makes absolutely no sense!

"I'm just here for the fun of it all. If I had to say, I'm here to do business." Russell tossed the spear in his hand. "Vibranium. I'm here for Vibranium."

Azzuri's heart skipped a beat. His worst fears had finally come true. This time, the enemy was far more terrifying than before. Not only did they easily provoke a war, but they also had two powerful subordinates who were no less capable than him.

"How much do you want?" Since the enemy was strong and we were weak, Azzuri decided to probe first.

I want them all!

"..."

Azzuri nearly choked on his words, then paused before saying, "The tribe only has 10 kilograms of Vibranium left..."

"Your Majesty, I am very sincere. Don't try to Delia me off with such lies." Russell shook his head. "I'm talking about everything that the meteorite brought."

"I don't know where you heard this rumor about meteorites. Vibranium is a rare metal, and its production has always been low..." Azzuri narrowed his eyes, concealing the shock in them. Russell's knowledge of meteorites was truly unexpected.

Vibranium is also known as a gift from heaven in Wakanda, but it is only known among the upper echelons and outsiders would never know about it.

"How long-winded!" Russell scoffed, raising his spear and hurling it.

The spear left his hand and instantly transformed into a silver lightning bolt, drawing a white streak through the air. In the blink of an eye, it grazed Azzuri's cheek and flew into the jungle behind him, piercing through several large trees before finally landing with a soft thud.

"..."

Cold sweat soaked his back; Azzuri could no longer hide his shock. He hadn't even had time to react to what had just happened. In short, if Russell had wanted him dead, he would already be dead.

"Your Majesty, enough with the nonsense this late at night. I am truly sincere. How about this: I will give you a fair chance. Defeat my men, and you can leave safely. If you lose, I will have no choice but to use you to force open the gates of Wakanda!"

"Defeat your men... two against one?" Azzuri asked, frowning. Russell's absence reassured him, but he wasn't confident about taking on Natasha and Bucky alone.

"No, seven against seven. You and the female warrior next to you, and I'll send seven people." Russell patted the Black Panther next to him, speaking in a fair and impartial tone, "Best of seven, so you won't regret it if you lose and say I'm bullying you."

As soon as Russell finished speaking, the six female warriors immediately turned their gazes to Azzuri. Upon hearing this, Azzuri immediately felt that there was a chance. Although the guards around him were all women, they had all undergone brutal training and could be considered the strongest female warriors in their respective tribes.

"Your Majesty, we are willing to fight." The female warriors volunteered, and they were extremely confident in their skills. As long as they were not non-human like Natasha and Bucky, they would not lose to anyone else.

As for whether Russell had any other non-humans under his command, the female warriors didn't consider it; how could there possibly be so many!

Azzuri gave them a look to calm them down. He shared the same thoughts as the female warriors, suppressing his excitement, and said calmly, "Best of seven, I will not back down!"

"Then it's settled!"

"You, you, you..." Russell closed his eyes and randomly pointed out six people among the Winter Soldier. He smiled at Azzuri and said, "To show respect to women, I'll pick the six weakest ones."