The natives lived in empty cabins, without even beds, and were originally used as warehouses for bacon and wine, but when they got on board, they insisted on staying here, claiming that they were not used to sleeping in beds.

Actually, it's just the taste of the smoked meat.

Zheng Fei bowed down and got into the cabin, and saw that they were sitting on the ground and talking with a smile, wiping the snow machete, with a little satisfaction in their eyes, for them, a sharp weapon is the best treasure.

Zheng Fei has not let them touch the musket until now, this group of foolish guys, in case of a whim, point a gun at someone and pull the trigger, full of passion.

In the entire cabin, only the primitive man remained silently in the corner, holding the dagger behind his back, struggling to cut off his unkempt hair that had reached his shoulders, grinning bitterly.

A haircut is probably the most painful thing for him, and he doesn't make cuts.

There are barbers on the ship, but they are reluctant to serve him, after all, this guy's combat power is too terrifying, if he hurts, the consequences of anger will be unimaginable, and the New World will sweep the New World.

Seeing Zheng Fei come in, the natives showed their white teeth and smiled more silly than Santiago.

"Have any of you ever been a scout?" Zheng Fei looked around, dirty, and couldn't bear to let his ass sit down.

The brown bear hunter snorted at the blade, wiping it and raising an eyebrow.

He learned this action from Zheng Fei, I don't know what it means, anyway, I see that many people are using it, so I will learn it~

"Every one of us is a scout. He said with a slight smugness.

During his exile that lasted for four or five years, he and the only dozen or so remaining clansmen, in order to find the whereabouts of the enemy's tribe, practiced a good reconnaissance skill, climbing and jumping omnipotently, and one of them also had an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and could accurately identify the smell emitted by the cougar from a distance of 200 meters, and was called "tracker" by the tribesmen.

"I need you to find a killer and catch him. Zheng Fei said, took out a handful of candy from his arms, and threw it to them.

Tearing open the candy wrapper and stuffing it in his mouth, with the sweet sugar in his mouth, the brown bear hunter couldn't laugh, and his pale inky eyes revealed deep worry.

He scratched his neck, his fingertips rubbing the dirt, and said uneasily, "Where to find it?"

Zheng Fei pointed to the north, which was in the city.

The brown bear hunter gasped and fell silent, wiping his shiny machete from the moment he went.

He was afraid, not of his opponents, but of the world.

When you come to this continent, the people who appear in front of you, whether they are dock workers or others, are different from you in terms of appearance and clothing to lifestyle.

When people are in a new world, the initial feeling is definitely not new, but fearful, and the natives who have never been in contact with civilized society are no exception.

Even Zheng Fei himself was no exception, on the first day of this era, he found that he was at the Atlanta pier, the air was filled with a pungent fishy smell, and in front of him were groups of sweaty laborers, his first feeling was panic.

Otherwise, when the overseer's whip fell on his arm, he wouldn't have gone into the carrying, but would have taught the guy a lesson.

As for why I didn't feel afraid to go to the New World of America, it was because I was the master, or perhaps, I hadn't encountered anything that could cause fear.

For example, in the mysterious Mesoamerica, the Aztec Empire and the Mayans lived.

Zheng Fei saw their embarrassed expressions, puzzled for a moment, had an epiphany, and said, "In this way, give you a few days to go to the city to get used to it." ”

After that, he paused for a moment and encouraged: "Warriors, show your courage to face the enemy! Just to get rid of the killers and protect the innocent!"

Protecting innocent people.

This sentence made the eyes of the natives flash with a strange brilliance.

For more than two months, Britney instilled Bible ideas in them every day, and they were already inspired to be extremely religious, and they were eager to save all living beings.

What's more, they have experienced hardship, the taste of losing loved ones, and they know the pain all too well.

After thinking seriously for a few seconds, the brown bear hunter raised his head, glanced at his companions, looked at Zheng Fei, and said resolutely: "Okay." ”

No matter how fearful they are of the new world, they are going, for the sake of faith.

In indigenous tribes, faith is the decisive force, and when used well, it can drive them to do anything

Ten minutes later, the deck.

The brown bear hunter led his companions and changed into European clothes, dressed particularly uncomfortably, tickling constantly.

They also wanted to bring their own baby machetes to defend themselves, but Zheng Fei refused, they were too easy to clash with the Venetians, if they met a little scoundrel who despised them, maybe the knife would cut the other party to blood.

In this way, they disembarked from the boat and stepped onto the land, and in the face of the astonished eyes of the laborers, they swallowed timidly and went on with their heads stubborn.

In order to prevent any mistakes, Zheng Fei asked Hans to take a few people to follow from afar.

After dealing with this matter, he sighed comfortably, looked up at the white winter sky, opened his arms, and stretched his waist.

He then went to the galley and took a piece of cooked bacon and hid it in his pocket, and returned to his previous cabin to find the primitives.

Primitive people are still cutting their hair, I don't know how many days have not washed it, it is like dry grass, and it is difficult to tear it off with a dagger.

Finally, he became irritable, cursed and threw the dagger, which, with a whoosh, plunged deep into the wall.

Zheng Fei smiled and applauded him, intending to praise his amazing arm strength.

The primitive man stood up, pinched his waist and glared at the dagger, thinking that he could not cut his hair, but the dagger must be too blunt.

Zheng Fei took a few steps closer to him, and a foul smell greeted him, which made him frown, and he couldn't help but hide his nose, otherwise it would hurt other people's self-esteem, although this guy may not know what self-esteem is.

He squeezed his eyes to signal the primitive man not to be angry, whistled, and took out the bacon from his pocket like a trick, the tempting aroma, which instantly turned the primitive man's expression into a smirk.

"Wow. He handed it over.

Without even thinking about it, the primitive man snatched it and took a bite, squinting his eyes pleasantly, and smashing his mouth while chewing.

He doesn't like to play with everyone, he doesn't like beautiful women, he doesn't seem to have much faith, and food is probably his only hobby.

Zheng Fei looked at his childlike appearance, and after gnawing it, he licked his fingers cleanly, and then showed a pitiful look, meaning that there is more?

Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders and just wanted to get it for him, but he rolled his eyes again, smiled slyly, and made a few gestures.

The meaning of the gesture is: if you want to eat, help me do something.

Since Brad is a ghost, use the devil against him!(To be continued.) )