Taking advantage of the early coolness, the exiled tribe had to continue its march north.

Due to the cooler temperatures in northern North America, there are relatively few Indians living in it, most of whom live a little southerly, as well as in Central America, such as Mexico.

Usually, the Indians living in the north were almost always the first to migrate from Asia across the Bering Strait, stayed behind and did not continue southward, and a few were defeated and fled in tribal conflicts.

Zheng Fei stood on the hill, with his hands behind his back, feeling the morning breeze blowing on his face, and under his feet was a plain, vast and boundless, extending to the distant horizon.

It is the Atlantic Coastal Plain, which is distributed in a long strip and occupies almost the entire east coast of the United States, bordering the Florida Peninsula and the Mexican plain.

From here, head west in a horse-drawn carriage and reach the Appalachian Mountains in less than a day.

The mountain range played a vital role in the colonization and development of the continent by forming a natural barrier between the eastern coastal zone and the vast lowlands of the American continent, and England's first thirteen colonies were established east of the Appalachian Mountains in a narrow strip of land stretching from New Hampshire in the north to Georgia in the south.

And beyond the mountains, it's a limitless view!

The Great Plains of the United States, the Great Lakes Industrial Region, the Mississippi River!

Oil, iron ore, coal mines, gold!

And if da Vinci could make a steam engine, it would start a new history!

Oh, epic, to be exact!

The Indian tribe was packing up their few poultry and taking in their few fowls, a very characteristic animal, the turkey.

Maybe it was because the running for days was too tiring, and the turkey wanted to lie on the ground and not leave, and then there were indigenous children who kicked its ass, saying gula gula and pulling its neck, very roughly.

In the indigenous tribes, the rougher the child, the more likely the tribe will think of it as promising.

Seeing that the tribe was about to leave, Zheng Fei quickly ran down the hill, blocked in front of them, and waved his hand to tell them not to go.

The Flowerbeard Patriarch still held the horn in his hand, shook his head in embarrassment, pointed to the hill where the attacker had emerged last night, lowered his eyebrows worriedly, and sighed.

He wanted to say that we had to go, or those people would keep hunting us down.

Zheng Fei thought about it, pulled out his dagger and pointed it directly at the hill, looked at the patriarch's eyes seriously, and put his fist on his chest, meaning: I protect you, believe me.

Seeing this action, the patriarch's beard curled slightly, and he was surprised and puzzled, and twisted his eyebrows suspiciously, as if to say, why are you helping us?

Zheng Fei knew that if he wanted to rule the Indians, the best way was to start with faith.

He smiled, raised his arms and pointed to the sky, in a hug gesture, then pointed at himself.

For I am a messenger sent by the gods. This is the understanding of the patriarchs, and the understanding of all the tribesmen, so that they generally accept it.

In their cognition, those long-range weapons that breathe flames are definitely from the gods.

After a brief silence, the patriarch shed tears of gratitude, leaned down, and led his people to thank them again.

With the gods as backers, see who dares to bully us!

In this way, the falconry tribe was easily pocketed, and Zheng Fei was ready to take them back to the indigenous habitat first, after all, there was not much dry food.

Two hours later, they came to the bottom of the cliff and climbed up the rattan ladder one after another.

Zheng Fei suddenly thought of a question, who made the ladder?

Suddenly, I heard a loud strange roar "Waji!", and then I saw a man in a tiger skin come out of the hole on the rock wall dozens of meters high, holding a rattan in his hand, almost jumping and sliding to the ground, and his skills were much more agile than Ranger Grant.

"Kurudo Fall!" he roared, pounding his chest, furious, wary as he surveyed the group in front of him.

Zheng Fei was also able to see his appearance clearly.

First of all, it is certain that man is not an ape-man, his long dirty hair is tied up with grass tendons to facilitate movement, his eyes are deeply concave and his cheekbones are protruding, his body is bowed, and his knees are slightly bent, and he has not completely changed the habit of ape-man.

This is, the indigenous of the indigenous.

His face, his eyes, and the way he was standing made Zheng Fei feel that there was a powerful explosive force in his body.

This power is not the colossal power of Santiago, nor the ruthlessness of the brown bear hunters, but an inexplicable call from the primordial.

Then we might as well call him, primitive man.

Now, he kept shouting and demonstrating, picking up rocks from the ground and throwing them at a speed comparable to a slingshot, and flew straight at the armor-clad Ares, who knocked out a large pit in his silver armor.

"Why is it always me?" Ares looked at his beloved armor in amazement, speechless and choked, he was the first unlucky guy in the national uniform in the past two days, and there was no one.

First the silver flask was disgusted by a brown bear hunter, then forced to swallow a bowl of tiger milk, and now again

"Isn't it the same name as the god of war, do you need this?" he said aggrievedly, pressing the pit out to see if he could press it back.

When it was too late, there was a spearman in the team who leaned back, let out a high-pitched scream, raised his arms and threw a flying spear, heading straight for the primitives.

The primitive man stood still, facing the sharp flying spear that could pierce his body, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

However, just when the distance of the flying spear was only half a meter, he suddenly dodged sensitively, raised his arm, and dragged the flying spear with great kinetic energy, spun his body, and threw it back with a roar.

The target is still Ares.

Ares, who has the blood of a knight, has never been afraid of battle, he raised his shield unhurriedly, and with a bang, he took the flying spear.

The spearhead, not so sharp, made of stone chips, actually plunged into the iron shield and almost penetrated.

The powerful impact made Ares' center of gravity unstable and he staggered back two steps.

You must know that Ares is a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of nearly two hundred.

It took a great deal of effort for Ares to draw his spear, and he looked at the primitive man incredulously, and saw in his eyes - disdain.

In the hands of primitive man, even an inconspicuous stone can be turned into a deadly weapon, and the tiger skin he wears is made of stone.

Native Indians, abundant talents.

Coupled with his climbing and jumping skills, it is just right to add to Grant's vacancy, and it is a copy of Grant.

Some things can only be left to thieves, such as stealing the King's Codex.

[Although it's late today, I will definitely do it after saying five watches, but it won't be more uniform until the night, and you can watch it tomorrow (*^__^*)] (To be continued.) )