In unison, they waved and shouted at the natives who were admiring the machetes.

"Hey, hey!"

While shouting, he picked up the machete and quickly ran over, for fear of being preempted by others.

Zheng Fei stood in place, watching them try to gesticulate with the natives and sell their knives, the natives were not stupid, seeing that so many people wanted to sell knives, they only agreed to give out three animal skins to exchange.

Sunrise, the first time to see the sunrise in the mountains of the Americas, the fiery red sun, without hesitation, cast a brilliant light on this rich continent.

At this time, Zheng Fei stood on a hillside, looking at the land under his feet, extending to the distant horizon, where a touch of pale blue and emerald green meet.

Holding a flask in his left hand and a musket in his right hand, the placket of his clothes swinging in the wind is just like the corners of his mouth raised.

It was as if he was looking down on his own country.

It's time to continue the march, he thought, watching the sun rise over the horizon, smiling, and taking a sip of wine.

There were only a dozen natives in this tribe, and the total number of hides they had caught was less than a hundred, and the wealth they could earn was limited.

He'll have to look for a bigger tribe, but where to look?

At the foot of the mountain, Cheney, the governess, was teaching the natives Latin, which they didn't want to learn, but Cheney tempted them with a reward that if they learned ten words, they would get a piece of candy.

Only then did they realize that there was something sweet besides honey and fresh fruit.

Zheng Fei hopes that the natives will learn Latin sooner and tell them where to look for the Indian tribes.

On this day, the carts of axes from outside the mountain were also brought in and placed in the habitat of the natives, Zheng Fei left some people to stay with the natives, and he continued to march to the depths of the jungle with the rest of the people.

Trees in the Americas are generally tall and straight, making them suitable for cutting down for building materials.

In this way, they shuttled through the jungle, wading through small rivers and over hills, and spent the whole day in a dull and toiling hurry, until in the evening, when they came across a cougar.

The cougar likes to live in seclusion, tranquility, and this group of strange guests from afar disturbed it, so it jumped down from the tree and looked at them with curiosity and wariness.

That's right, it jumped from a tree.

Unlike the large, bulky African males, the cougar is solitary, climbs and jumps, and if it catches too much prey one day, it hides the rest in a tree and comes back to eat it later.

Think about it, isn't a lion who can climb trees with quick movements both cute and scary?

In fact, it is just called "Lion", and although it is technically about the size of a leopard, it is actually a kitten of the subcat family.

It must have felt very aggrieved by this title, after all, its close relatives, such as the cheetah, clouded leopard, and snow leopard, are all king-level beasts, and he is called a kitten, damn it!

Ahem, anyway, it is standing in front of Zheng Fei and the others now, its paws digging the ground, ready to pounce at any time, or run away.

Hans silently loaded the gunpowder, raised the muzzle of the gun, and asked, "Captain, do you want to shoot?"

Zheng Fei shook his head and said, "Don't, the meat is not delicious and the skin is not worth much, what are you killing it for." ”

"But we can't move on without killing him. ”

Zheng Fei frowned, looking at the fierce but cute American cat in front of him, the cougar, I wish it would be good to have a tranquilizer gun, and after being captured alive and locked in a cage, if it is successfully domesticated, it can bring a lot of fun to everyone, in this era, what people lack most is entertainment life.

Perhaps impatient with their hesitation, one of the natives who accompanied him took out a blow arrow, aimed it at the cougar, puffed out his mouth and blew violently, and with a thud the arrow, the arrow plunged into its belly.

The pain was nothing, it just screamed, slapped its paws, and then meekly fell to the ground, gradually closing its eyes.

Anesthetics, this is the only one possible.

The blow just now made Zheng Fei see the value of the indigenous Indians, not just as simple as being able to exchange animal skins.

The herbalism of the Americas is no worse than that of ancient China, but it has not developed into a systematic doctrine and carried forward.

The Indian tribes of the Americas are full of talents, and many seemingly obscurant natives are actually masters of herbology.

If you want to survive and live well in the cruel jungle, you must first protect yourself.

During their long life in the jungle, they know which herbs stop bleeding, which herbs can anesthetize, which herbs treat colds and fevers, and so on.

Although they don't understand why, they just need to do that, and it is all the valuable experience summed up by their predecessors.

And this small tribe of only a dozen people, each of whom is proficient in herbalism, in addition to this, they also have a variety of skills that are not found in civilized societies, such as:

Precision Shooting: During his hunting career, he often used blow arrows and longbows, and developed an intuitive striking accuracy.

Stealth: In order to avoid predators and hostile tribes, use the scent of herbs to drive away wild beasts, which is used in civilized societies to avoid being tracked by hounds.

Assassination: Hunting wild beasts is a kind of assassination.

Poisonology: Herbal poisons are not separated.

Running and climbing: Native Americans will die of laughter if they don't have agility.

This series of skills seems to point to a profession - assassin.

League of Assassins, doesn't it sound mysterious?

After returning to the European continent, he assassinated the head of the crime, stormed the royal military port, and raided the royal palace in the dark

These are not dreams!

After a few men brought the sleeping cougar back to its native habitat and locked it up, Zheng Fei beckoned his men to continue on their way, and just as the sun was about to disappear from the sky, they walked out of the jungle and were greeted by a mountain cliff and a vast plain.

On the plains, the afterglow of the sky, the golden earth, is the red sunset, the wind and clouds are magnificent, just one glance, can make people open-minded.

Zheng Fei put a square in front of his eyes with both hands, and his mouth clicked, intending to take a picture with the camera.

At this time, the sunset on the horizon was much soothed, and it sank gently and slowly to the horizon, reluctantly saying good night to this continent.

This cliff is hundreds of meters high, and they can't swing down with vines and hemp ropes, so they want to find other routes, but they find that there is no one, so they can only go down from here.

Just when Zheng Fei was worried about staying on the cliff for the night tonight, Hans suddenly exclaimed: "Captain, look, there's a ladder here!"

[Thanks to the book friend "Deaf Roll Crazy" for the idea of the League of Assassins, and the list of indigenous skills provided by "Blade Hunter Knight"] (To be continued.) )