I landed near the raiders to check their stats. Almost all of their attacking abilities are below my colonists, though it's not exactly low either. However, there are two exceptions. A woman with a gun in her waist and an old man fiddling with a knife.

[???? (Raiders, Colonists)]

STATS:

Ranged attack: 10/100

Melee attacks: 84/100

[???? (Raiders, Colonists)]

STATS:

Ranged attack: 83/100

Melee attacks: 7/100

With those two alone, this group cannot be attacked directly. I had to come up with a strategy that would disrupt their formation.

I returned to my colony, immediately whispered the strategy I had made. Several times I have to change the steps that will be used to make sure everything runs smoothly.

This incoming enemy uses firearms. With one shot, my colonist could die, so the slightest mistake can't be tolerated. Everything must be perfect or they will be doomed.

After confirming once again the strategy in my head, I sighed and pressed the play button.

"Are you feeling that way again? You feel like you have to do something you didn't think about before?" Leva asked and sighed.

Pif lowered his hand from the red-haired woman's cheek, then looked towards the north. "Apparently, our guardian spirit told us that an enemy would come."

"Well, although I still don't believe in the guardian spirit, but we better do what comes to our mind." Leva also looked in the same direction. "It's been proven time and time again that something like this feeling will save us."

Seb and Manu turn off the fire using the snow. Then, all my colonists scattered and went into hiding. They took different spots, behind the bushes, big trees, the back of the house, and the snow mound purposely made for this kind of thing. Only Seb was forced to hide with Manu because the blonde man couldn't fight.

Fortunately, it was still noon. So even though it was still snowing, my colonists could still see quite well.

I then used the fast-forward feature until the raider group was close enough.

"This shitty mission is complete nonsense!" One of the male raiders with an ax on his back grumbled. "We've been walking for days, but didn't find anything! I'm fucking tired! Our supplies will also be running out soon! We're going to starve to death."

"Hey, can you stop bitching, please!" Another man, who had a rifle with a belt that hangs to his shoulder, responded with a harsher remark. "If we don't do this mission, we can't eat anymore, dumbass!"

The ax-wielding man stopped in his tracks, then turned and walked over to the gunman. "What did you say, huh!?"

"I call you dumbass!!!" The gunman answered again, making the rest of the group stop. "So what!? I'm sick of hearing your complaints! It's not only you who are hungry and tired, you know!"

The ax bearer grabbed the gunman by the collar. "You want to fight!?"

The ax wielder froze. I don't know since when the muzzle of a gun has stuck to his left temple.

"Looks like you really should keep your mouth shut, Hans." The woman holding the gun hissed. "Please, we all suffer too, not just you. Your complaints only make us suffer more." Then, she turned her head to the long-barreled gunman. "And watch your temper, Clark. Don't get into fights."

The man named Clark snorted. "But he started it, Jill. I just..."

"I told you, don't start a fight." The woman said again, this time in a firmer voice, but not to the point of snapping.

As she lowered the gun, Hans let go of Clark's collar and started walking again.

"Hey, am I the only one who saw that?" The other rifle holder, this time a woman, had already climbed a rather steep incline. "Looks like it's a house, but I don't know either."

Jill also went up and narrowed her eyes.

"If it's a house, then there's no occupant. There's no sign of a fireplace in it, even though they have a chimney..." After saying that, Jill was silent for a moment. "Or maybe they've been expecting us and are hiding. Guys, get your weapons ready. Stay alert, they can be everywhere"

They all took out their respective weapons, except for the knife holder who had been playing with his own. Their formation has also become more organized. The melee attackers protected the gunners on the front, rear, and both sides of the formation. They were clearly trained.

I kept an eye on them, who began to slowly approach my colonist's house. Who knows, maybe from their movement, I can find their weakness.

They kept walking until they were only thirty meters away from the house. And suddenly, the group dispersed in various directions.

Two arrows fired from one of the hideouts of my colonists. However, none of the arrows managed to hit the target.

I only managed to follow the two members of the attackers. One was Hans, the man with the ax, while the other was the woman with the rifle. Because they could not find a place to hide, the two chose to lay down in the ground.

"Are you able to see the enemy already, Emma?" Hans whispered to the black-haired woman beside him.

Emma shook her head, pointing her rifle in different directions. "Not yet."

And at that moment, Leva ran towards them while lifting her pickaxe. Hans, who realized that, immediately got up and blocked the pickaxe swing from the red-haired woman.

"Wow, you're so hot!" Hans chuckled when he saw Leva's face.

"Thanks, and you're hot too if you don't attack us!" Leva kicked the enemy in the stomach and attacked again. Hans did manage to parry or dodge Leva's swings, but he couldn't counterattack. The man continued to be pushed back.

Hans laughed hard, still withstood the woman's attack. "Pretty and can fight! I think I fell in love with you!"

"Rejected!"

[Hans Anderson (Raider, Colonist)] historical

STATS:

Ranged Attack: 11/100

Melee attacks: 72/100

[Leva, 23 years old (Colonist)]

STATS:

Ranged Attack: 8/100

Melee Attack: 79/100**