[Discussing Bruce Lee's true abilities with his friends in the group, one didn't hold back and tore up for nearly an hour. What's more, this chapter has checked too much information.,Indian Aztec Empire bald eagle or something (ㄒoㄒ) I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting]

They were terrified, and the weapons that could kill and wound people at a distance of 100 meters made them immediately confused.

They don't have many words in their heads, and they don't know how to describe the current situation, such as being attacked by the enemy mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches on their backs, they only know that they are in trouble.

Run or dry?

Another round of attacks by the musketeers made the decision for them.

After a few of his companions were knocked out, the tribal leader decisively ordered a retreat, and more than 200 indigenous warriors fled in a hurry, no longer in the posture they had come.

The mysterious troops lurking in the darkness, the fire-breathing long-range killers, and their companions who fell for some reason have become eternal shadows in their hearts.

The chaotic footsteps faded away, disappeared into the night, and the night returned to peace.

Zheng Fei and his party stood in front of the attacked and accepted their thanks.

The group of attackers were survivors of a recent large-scale tribal war, and only about 100 remained, mostly women and children.

They fled all the way, and had just arrived at this plain this evening, where they rested, and they did not expect the pursuers to come so soon, and there were always outliers with superior abilities among the Indian tribes, whose noses were more intelligent than dogs.

Just when they thought they were going to die, they were rescued by this group of strangely dressed people who made extraordinary moves, so in their understanding, Zheng Fei and the others were messengers sent by the gods.

And, of course, their benefactors.

Indians know how to be grateful.

They fell to the ground and hung their heads silently, which was some kind of etiquette, which looked like a prayer.

It took them half a minute before they got up one after another, looking at the savior of the tribe with reverent eyes.

The patriarch is a bearded old man over half a hundred years old, and in the palm of his old hand, he holds a bull's horn, which is a symbol of power.

"Neda Presiu Dharasa"

What he said sounded like muttering.

The language of many tribes was not universal, so the natives who accompanied him could not understand it and looked at him blankly.

Zheng Fei smiled at the old man and shook his head to indicate that he didn't understand.

The old man understood, frowned his already frowning brow, smiled charitantly, and beckoned a child to bring a bowl with a white liquid, some kind of milk, I don't know what kind of milk.

Santiago, a foodie, sniffed vigorously and said, "It's not milk or goat's milk, is it lion's milk?"

"" Zheng Fei couldn't help but be amused, this word is really art in Chinese.

"So the question is, who drinks?" Hans scratched his head and took a step back.

Everyone let out a cry of disgust, and it was clear that no one wanted to try.

A real warrior dares to face the bleak life, dares to face the dripping blood, and dares to be the first person to eat crabs.

(So the Sprinkle family is a real warrior, come on, everyone, accompany me to carry out our great voyage to the end! Carry out our new type to the end!

Although Zheng Fei didn't say the above sentence of Master Lu's famous sentence, he expressed the meaning almost completely, so under his "coercion", Ares, who valued glory the most, made a bitter face, held his breath, and dried the bowl of milk in pain.

"It's bad! it can't really be lion milk, right?" he stuck out his tongue in disgust, almost not sticking it out.

"Okay, go back and give you a subsidy. Zheng Fei laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

This bowl of milk is not lion milk, it is tiger milk, in the belief of this tribe, the tiger symbolizes great strength, and the newborn of the patriarch will be fed a mouthful of tiger milk, in the hope that he will thrive and become a hero of the tribe.

They also use tiger milk when they receive important guests.

The patriarch didn't seem to care about his reaction, he still smiled so kindly, and waved his arm at the clansmen, meaning, what do you want in return?

Zheng Fei looked at this group of down-and-out Indians, there was nothing valuable, probably because they were in too much of a hurry to escape.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he suddenly heard the sound of squeaking birds, and when he looked up, it turned out to be an eagle, a tribe of falconers.

Moreover, it is not an ordinary eagle, its scientific name is called, bald eagle.

Maybe the name is unknown, but Zheng Fei is very familiar with it, because in the United States, its logo is everywhere.

The bald eagle, a large bird of prey of the eagle family, is the national bird of the United States.

It is loved by the American people because of its majestic body and the endemic species of North America, so soon after the independence of the United States, the president and Congress passed a resolution to select the bald eagle as the national bird of the United States.

In the 21st century, both the national emblem of the United States and the uniforms of the American military depict a bald eagle holding an olive branch in one foot and an arrow in the other, symbolizing peace and strong force. (Oh, there is force, what about peace?)

In some North American cultures, the bald eagle is a sacred bird whose feathers, like the golden eagle, play an important role in many Native American religions and practices.

The bald eagle's vision is unusually clear, and good vision makes it easier for them to see the hiding places of their prey, and some things appear to humans to be nothing more than a ball of beige fur, but a bald eagle can clearly identify them as five squirrels of different colors.

Due to this trait, he became a natural hunter, and with a wingspan of more than two meters, he was good at flying, which led some tribes to capture and domesticate it, allowing it to help hunt or act as messengers.

In the Middle Ages, when communication was extremely inconvenient, if the bald eagle joined, this guy who could reach a speed of several hundred kilometers per hour comparable to a Formula 1 car would be like a divine help!

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei planned to take in this group of Indians and let them help capture and raise domesticated bald eagles, which would definitely be of great use in future battles.

The question is, how to communicate?

It's getting late, spend the night here tonight, take them back during the day, and wait until the Cheney natives have learned basic Latin!

Early the next morning.

Several of the sentries did not close their eyes all night, in case the attackers who had run away before would kill them.

The Indian tribes woke up early and had already begun to prepare breakfast, eating raw wild vegetables and meat of some kind of animal.

Ru Mao drank blood, not to mention Zheng Fei, even a rough man like Santiago couldn't stand it, so he took his men to hide aside and secretly ate dry food.

There was not much dry food left, not enough to distribute to the natives.

In the east, there is a touch of bright white, like a natural ribbon, lying quietly above the plain.

I don't know what will happen on this new day. (To be continued.) )