"I'll give you a nickname, Matador~"

At this moment, a tall and strong evil cook at the front waved his rolling pin, stepped forward and slammed Santiago's shoulder, "Bang!", but Santiago did not move, not even bothering to make a painful expression.

Santiago grabbed Chef's wrist, smiled slightly, and said in a mentoring tone, "Try to hit your opponent's shoulder as little as possible when fighting, that will anger your opponent." ”

The evil chef was dazed, and tried to break free, but the five thick fingers were like iron hoops, tightly enclosing his wrists, and the more he struggled, the more painful it became.

Suddenly, Santiago's body moved, and before the evil chef could react, a devastating uppercut hit his chin, and the whole person slid through an arc in the air like a sack, and fell to the ground heavily, instantly bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Zheng Fei.

Zheng Fei has visited more than a dozen heavyweight boxing matches, and such a violent uppercut is really unheard of, and he can say that if Santiago had been born in the twentieth century, there would probably be nothing to do with boxing champion Ali.

Medieval hot Naya people are known as fierce beasts, and they are really not ordinary fierce, it was really a wise choice to recruit Santiago in the first place, Zheng Fei thought so, looked at the poor guy who was bleeding, and frowned.

Thinking that there would be a hearty fight, who thought that Santiago's punch would completely disintegrate the morale of the opponent, the chefs stared at him timidly, and slowly lowered the stick.

The restaurant owner blushed and had a thick neck as if he was stuck by a fish bone, and his previous domineering was gone, and he was silent for a while, and finally swallowed his anger with hatred, and turned his head into the back kitchen. He knew what kind of goods this group of chefs was, and they rushed up to be completely sandbags, and they had to pay for medical expenses when they were disabled!

The poor fellow was carried to the clinic, with a pool of blood still on the ground, and four beggars squatting on the corner not far away, staring at Santiago in horror as if they were looking at a monster.

"Man, you're such a brave warrior!" Zheng Fei exclaimed, pressing Santiago's hard muscles.

"No," Santiago shook his head, handsomely straightened his clothes, and narcissistically said, "I'm a brave general!"

"Okay general, before you go to the battlefield, let's bring this pile of supplies back!" After speaking, Zheng Fei beckoned to the four beggars: "Hey, come here!"

The beggar hesitated, looked at each other, and trembled to his feet and moved over.

"Any commands?"

"Help me pull some goods, and give each of you ten coppers. ”

Four people and four cars, just right.

Santiago raised an eyebrow and said, "Actually, I can pull two." ”

"You are my right-hand man now, and you can't do this anymore. Zheng Fei smiled and took out a few silver coins and handed them to him.

"What are you doing here?" said Santiago.

"Go play, Matador, I know you've been coveting the girls here for a long time, remember to go back to the ship before dark, and we'll have to go to the docks to recruit some sailors. ”

"Ha, understood!" the strong man smiled heartily, kissed the silver coin, and hurried to a blonde girl, and put his arms around her waist into the room, and the girl twisted her buttocks so that the beggars' eyes were straight.

In the afternoon, on the hot and dim street, Zheng Fei and George were looking for a shop. After loading the beggars into the cabin, the two of them came here to buy some contraband - artillery.

Zheng Fei will not rob other people's caravans, but he must not allow himself to feed pirates, and with the rise of maritime trade in medieval Europe, the piracy industry gradually flooded.

It was impossible to sell contraband blatantly, so they turned around for a full two hours and still found nothing.

Standing at the intersection, Zheng Fei looked aimlessly, thinking about how to solve this matter.

No, he would never do that, and though cooperating with the government would result in a large number of well-equipped ships and even a large fleet, then the true meaning of seafaring, freedom, would be lost, and the wealth gained from the seas would no longer be his own.

It seems that artillery is not easy to get, there is no way, then you can only get some cold weapons!

Hunting gear shop.

This is the only hunting shop in Atlanta, and the owner was once an army officer like Santiago, but he had a backer behind him, and after he left the army, he opened the shop and became a wealthy man.

The owner's name was Hobbes, and he was a stout man with a full beard and yellow-brown cigarette scars on his fingers because of his long-term smoking.

When Zheng Fei entered, he was lying comfortably on the rocking chair, with the beautiful ** who came from the jewelry store next door.

"You're so beautiful today. He said, looking into her eyes.

"Thank you~ You understand women more and more, Hobbs~" The beauty is full of style, and she strokes her long hair, leaving a refreshing fragrance.

"Are you free tonight, go to my place for a drink?" He was so engrossed in flirting with the beauty that he didn't see that Zheng Fei had already come in.

"My husband is coming back tonight, you have a guest coming!" After saying that, the beauty hurriedly got up and trotted out, her face crimson.

The pickle girl failed, and the ducks that were almost to the beak flew away, Hobbs was very unhappy, and asked Zheng Fei angrily: "What do you need?"

"Do you have a good bow and arrow?" Zheng Fei raised his eyes to browse the various cold weapons in the store.

The triple dagger, similar to the ancient Chinese trident, is equipped with a spring to make the attack even more spooky.

The Folding Sword Dagger, as its name suggests, has a groove at the bottom of the blade that can be broken with a single twist if an opponent's sword slips into it.

Among all the cold weapons in the store, the most eye-catching is a guy named the Lantern Shield, this kind of shield is extremely peculiar in shape, not only can block the opponent's attack, but the shield is also equipped with knives, spears and serrations, both offensive and defensive, requiring high combat skills of the user.

Hearing that he had come to buy a bow and arrows, Hobbes raised his eyebrows and went to the warehouse to take out a deer-tail bow, which was finely made.

"This is what I asked a friend to bring back from the East, I heard that it is the most favorite weapon of nomads, do you want to have a few?"

Zheng Fei took the bow and tried to pull it, the elasticity was not bad, but archery was a job that required a lot of skill, and the Europeans in the Middle Ages may have been good at throwing javelins, but the ability to shoot arrows is really not flattering.

It is true that Europeans bought bows mostly for collection, and rarely put them into use.

"Is there a crossbow?" Zheng Fei asked, the crossbow machine was much simpler to operate.

"Crossbow?" was a word Hobbes had never heard before.

Seeing his expression, Zheng Fei understood and sighed.

At that moment, a man came into the shop, a man who made Hobston laugh.