"There's movement over there."

Just as Zhao Hongyu and all of them were resting in the open air, a Mohican warrior in charge of the sentry quietly came to the black bear's side and whispered almost something in his ear.

Then, the black bear pushed Zhao Hongyu and whispered after waking him up.

"It can't be any animal, maybe a coyote or a hare or something."

The morning sun on the horizon has just poked its head out, dispelling the black night. However, the temperature was still very cold at this time, and Zhao Hongyu responded helplessly to the black bear with a tired face.

Due to the temperature difference, although the snow and ice have melted, there are still bursts of white mist.

Who else would pass by here at such a time of time in such weather?

Because no matter what tribe comes, they have to leave in the middle of the night and arrive here in the early morning.

The black bear gave Zhao Hongyu an analysis and told him about the situation of the tribes scattered around.

After listening to the black bear's analysis, Zhao Hongyu turned over and lay on the ground, revealing half of his head from behind the mountain bag and began to look at the situation at the end of the road below.

Unfortunately, due to the fog, the visibility to the naked eye was somewhat low, and Zhao Hongyu didn't see anything.

However, the noise coming from the white fog suggests that some people are indeed passing through the forest path below.

Who is this?

Zhao Hongyu's hiding place is not easy to detect, and coupled with the dense forest shade, it has been protected by nature's natural shelter.

Therefore, Zhao Hongyu is not worried that the other party will find them.

Besides, the fog is so big now that he doesn't even notice the other party. So how could these sudden people find them?

You must know that Zhao Hongyu and they were quietly hiding to ambush, if they can't even hide it, it will be a fart.

Zhao Hongyu observed, but found nothing, he slowly retracted his body.

"I can't see clearly, the fog is too big." , Zhao Hongyu retracted his body and said to the black bear with some unwillingness. And the black bear did not respond to Zhao Hongyu, but turned his face sideways as if listening to something.

Wang Shan and the others all lay behind the mountain bag with a grim face, and the same was true of the Mohican warriors brought by the black bear.

"It's the Brits, I heard their conversation, and although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I recognized the language of the whiteskins."

The black bear's words made Zhao Hongyu very sideways.

He didn't even hear it himself, but it was amazing that the black bear was able to hear it clearly.

Seeing Zhao Hongyu's very surprised appearance, the black bear grinned.

"Why, you don't believe it."

Zhao Hongyu didn't know how to answer, he really didn't believe it.

At such a distance, the black bear can tell that those people in the fog are the British?

"Don't doubt my ears, I can hear the sound of marmots burrowing in the distance, it's a life-saving skill. Without this kind of hearing, how can we fight the beasts of the forest? ”

Hearing the black bear say this, Zhao Hongyu was also relieved.

Yes, the Mohicans are still in a relatively primitive stage, and they are not an agrarian people. Therefore, they have to rely on hunting means to get food to survive.

Hunting, then, becomes a profession and an instinct.

And in the wooded jungle, when they hunt animals, they are not the target of wild beasts.

Therefore, it is not surprising to practice a good pair of hearing.

When Zhao Hongyu thought about it, the look of surprise on his face became a little lighter, and it was not so exaggerated.

"So, these people are Baker." , Since the black bear said that the people in the fog used English Chinese, then of course Zhao Hongyu knew that the Dao might be Baker them. …,

Because at this time, who else could they have but Baker in this place.

"There's a good chance it's Baker." , the black bear nodded. But the expression on the black bear's face was a little puzzled, and he continued to whisper, "I'm just a little strange, if the team in the fog is Baker's party, then they must leave Mohican in the middle of the night to get here." This is a very unconscionable thing, why did they leave the Moxican tribe in the middle of the night? ”

The black bear is not stupid, he thought of something.

It is very dangerous to travel at night, and you must know that you will encounter a lot of wild beasts along the way. Under the cover of night, the beasts could attack at any time.

Even the bravest warrior of Mohican, the black bear, would not be reckless in going out hunting at night.

Listening to the black bear's puzzled mutter, Zhao Hongyu's heart sank.

Abnormality is a demon, and it seems that Baker and these guys don't have any good intentions. Otherwise, they would never have hurried at night, and God knows what they were going to do when they rushed back so early.

Anyway, go back to the camp and find the governor of the immigrant camp and tell him that gold might have been found here.

"Tell everyone to be ready, and we'll attack when they come over."

The black bear thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out the reason. He simply stopped thinking about it, anyway, in his opinion, as long as he solved these white skins, why should he have such a headache.

Zhao Hongyu understood the key reason, but he was too lazy to solve the black bear, anyway, it was useless to tell the black bear about these things, and it would be a waste of saliva to explain too much.

After hearing the black bear's order, the Mohican warriors took off their bows and arrows and hollow wooden poles from their backs and placed them in front of them, while placing wooden thorns inlaid with pheasant feathers in the hollow wooden pipes.

Wang Shan and the others also looked at Zhao Hongyu, and after getting Zhao Hongyu's signal, Wang Shan and the others also entered the battle state.

And the people in the fog don't know anything about it.

"This damn fog, I hate this place, I hate the natives here, I hate everything here!"

After the midnight journey, Baker's heart was quite uncomfortable.

All the way, he kept muttering.

Anyway, he also left the Moxie dry tribe, and Baker was also relaxed at this time. But whenever he thought about the fact that there might be a gold mine near the Moxie dry tribe, he felt quite uncomfortable.

"I, Baker, offered such good terms, and that damn old man didn't agree, these natives are really unreasonable."

In Baker's opinion, the conditions he offered were already very 'generous'. However, in the face of such 'generous' conditions, the old chief of Mohican did not agree, which was really unacceptable to him.

In fact, strictly speaking, Baker is not unable to prescribe better conditions.

It's just that in his opinion, what he gives to the uncivilized natives is enough of meaning.

And as a businessman, especially a greedy businessman, he will not offer better conditions.

Since you can earn more profits, why don't you make money?

If the other party is also a person who is famous in the world, then of course he will not have such thoughts. But the other party is a primitive native, so it can't be regarded as a 'person' at all.

It has to be said that for the Europeans of this era, in their eyes, the indigenous people of the American continent were not 'people' at all.

Only they can be regarded as human beings in the 'civilized world'.

In fact, Baker did not know that in the eyes of a certain person, let alone the Indians. Even Europeans, who consider themselves to be civilized, are only 'native'. …,

Baker muttered for a moment, then turned his head to look around.

Because of the overnight rush, the faces of the guards were not very good-looking, and the tiredness on their faces was already obvious.

"Mr. Baker, let's take a break. It's a bit wet and cold in the morning, and we need to eat something to warm up our bodies. ”

The deputy leader of the mercenary team, Kax, walked over and proposed to Baker.

Although Baker wanted to return to the immigrant camp without stopping, he couldn't ignore the thoughts of these mercenaries.

Yes, these mercenaries can give him a great boost, both now and in the future. So Baker couldn't offend them for this little thing.

So, when Baker listened to Kax's proposal, he nodded.

"Better hurry, we must hurry back to camp. I always felt a little unsure in my heart, as if something was going to happen. ”

Ever since he left the Moxie Tribe, Baker had felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and this feeling was very annoying, but he himself didn't know why he felt like this.

After getting Baker's consent, Kax walked up to the leader of the mercenary team, Maren, and whispered a few words, and then Malen raised his right hand and shouted, "Stop, everyone, let's rest here." The tired mercenaries suddenly sat down on the ground one after another.

Under Mullen's arrangement, some of the mercenaries began to light a fire to prepare breakfast, while some of the mercenaries tied up the carriage and sorted out the goods.

Kax pulled a sack from a wagon, and walked back to Baker's side.

"Sir, we can take this opportunity to ask this little indigenous girl some questions." As he spoke, Kax untied the cowhide rope that tied the sack to the mouth, "Hopefully, we can get some useful news from the little one's mouth before we get back to camp." ”

Soon, a frightened Emma was revealed.

Naked little Emma had her hands tied behind her back, the ankles of her feet were tightly tied, and a black rag gagged her small mouth.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Emma kept struggling, but unfortunately she was small and had little strength, and her hands and feet were tied, so there was no way to break free.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Baker looked at Emma on the ground and laughed wickedly.

He raised his hand and beckoned Sandoli, the Indian guide, and said to him, "Ask this little fellow, where the stone was found, and if she answered, she would not suffer, if she did not answer my question......