Hiss!

Zhao Hongyu raised his right hand and gently stroked the wound on his right cheek, and the pain made him gasp. On his right cheek, a long wound stretched from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, deep into the bone.

The enemy who had inflicted such damage on him was now lying not far away covered in blood, no longer breathing.

Almost blinded.

When Zhao Hongyu thought of this, he couldn't help but be a little afraid.

Fatigue swept through his body, constantly filling his brain nerves, and Zhao Hongyu, who had relaxed, sat on the ground, looking at the Indians around him who were mending the swords to the enemy who had attacked them just now.

Hurry up! Make up for those guys who still have a breath of air, and we'll have lunch after we get rid of these sneak attacks.

There was a lot of chaos around, mixed with the sound of sharp weapons cutting meat, and Zhao Hongyu closed his eyes in pain.

The Indian warriors of the Andal tribe occasionally showed deep awe in their eyes when they passed by Zhao Hongyu, a boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Just now, it was this black-haired and black-eyed boy in a strange costume, and he killed more than a dozen enemy fighters alone.

For such warriors, Indian warriors are very respectful.

Cutting the throats of the enemy, then slicing off the scalps with sharp daggers, and shouting a loud 'whoop', the faces of the excited Andal warriors were filled with victory and joy.

As a modern person, even now, Zhao Hongyu is not very suitable for the bloody killings on the American continent in this era. In his opinion, this kind of killing is really too bloody and cruel.

But he also knew that he couldn't change anything at all.

Killings like this have been going on in this land for a long time, and a small person like him can't and can't change, he can't do anything.

And this kind of killing, there will also be in the future.

Zhao Hongyu knows very well that Britain, France, and the United States have never stopped or directly or indirectly killed Indians. It is clear that the Indian tribes have also killed whites and Indians from other tribes.

The leader of the Andal tribe, 'Bison', came to Zhao Hongyu's side and sat on the ground like him.

"How's it going, the injuries aren't serious, are they?"

The leader asked with concern.

Opening his eyes, Zhao Hongyu looked at the middle-aged leader of the Andal tribe.

"My injuries aren't too bad, but this is the twelfth enemy attack in ninety sunrises. Your tribe can't be beaten like this, and you can't compare with them in numbers, so let me say it's better to migrate. ”

Zhao Hongyu made a suggestion.

After listening to Zhao Hongyu's words, the 'bison' looked down at the black iron axe in his hand and did not make a sound.

After a long time, he said to Zhao Hongyu: "I was born here, we hunt in this forest and river, and when I die, my children will continue to live on this land, and there are no people in the Andal tribe who are afraid of death." ”

Alas!

Zhao Hongyu sighed deeply in his heart, he was already persuading the other party for the sixth time.

Unfortunately, the Indian tribe did not accept his proposal at all.

For the people of this Indian tribe, he Zhao Hongyu has always been an outsider, and he is not from the Andal tribe.

Since it doesn't make sense, Zhao Hongyu doesn't bother to talk anymore.

For the Andal tribe, he is already benevolent and righteous, and there is nothing to owe.

"I want to trade again, we still have a lot of beavers and minks in our hands, and we need weapons."

Bison looked at Zhao Hongyu very seriously.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Hongyu knew the Indian chief's plan. …,

He wanted to fight back against the enemy's tribe.

"Yes, I need to go south, my tribe is still waiting for me to go back." , Zhao Hongyu said nonsense for a while.

In fact, only he himself understands that he has no 'tribe' at all in this era, and he is just a loner.

The reason why he said this was not only to tell the other party that he was also a member of the tribe, but also to have the intention of leaving here.

The Andal tribe had a population of just over 600 people, and their rival tribe was a large tribe of 2,000 people, with the support of the French, so that if the tribe of bison did not migrate, they would only be annihilated.

It's a pity that they couldn't listen to their words, so Zhao Hongyu didn't bother to say anything more.

Anyway, I have helped them a lot in the past three months, and I have already repaid their favor for helping me.

Thinking about the dozen or so scars on his body, Zhao Hongyu was relieved.

"Yes, an axe for thirty beaver skins or fifteen mink skins." , Zhao Hongyu came back to his senses and nodded, agreeing to the other party's request.

Anyway, this matter is definitely not a loss for him.

A few hours later, on the hill a mile west of the Andal tribe, Zhao Hongyu and the bison were traded.

For Zhao Hongyu's departure, Bison is not sad.

And Zhao Hongyu has nothing to be nostalgic for, he doesn't want to be buried with the Andal tribe, he just wants to live well.

In such an era of no relatives and no reason, live well.

After watching the backs of the bison and the others fade away and disappear into the dense jungle, Zhao Hongyu sat on the rocks on the top of the mountain, looked at the hundreds of furs around him and smiled bitterly.

Why did I encounter such a thing, crossing......

Zhao Hongyu, male, 36 years old, a senior executive of a Fortune 500 company in the world, likes outdoor sports and adventure, and is highly educated. However, these auras are of little use to him.

Because, now he is on the American continent in 1620.

He had just completed a contract in the United States and boarded a plane to return home.

But the plane had just lifted off for twenty minutes, and when a bearded man shouted 'Allah is the greatest', a burst of fire flashed, and Zhao Hongyu didn't know anything.

When he awoke, he was in a triangular tent, surrounded by Indians dressed in animal skins and with feathers on their heads.

At the same time, his age has also changed from thirty-six years old to fifteen or sixteen years old, which can be described as much younger.

When he first came to this world, Zhao Hongyu was very frightened and confused in the face of the unfamiliar environment and those dirty Indians.

Because of the language barrier, he didn't dare to speak recklessly.

Maybe every traverser will have a little bit of benefit, and he Zhao Hongyu is no exception.

Heaven gave him a 'skill' to understand the language of the world, and it also gave him a magical plug-in.

Sitting on the rock on the hill, Zhao Hongyu raised his hand and looked at the ruby ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Speaking of this cheat, that's pretty damn.

Because as long as the use function of this ring is turned on, you can buy all the products of the 21st century. At the same time, items from this era can also be sold into the 21st century through rings.

In other words, as long as you have money, even a nuclear bomb can be bought......

For example, just now, Zhao Hongyu used thirty inferior axes made of pig iron in exchange for thousands of beavers and mink. And the price of the thirty pig iron inferior axes is only a thousand yuan.

However, the price of these hundreds of furs is definitely more than that.

According to the price conversion in the 21st century, a beaver skin is 280 yuan, and a mink is 650 yuan a piece. …,

With these thousands of fur trades, it can be said that the profit is definitely dozens of times.

Such trades, such profits, are becoming less and less in the 21st century.

It's a pity that Zhao Hongyu is in 1620, and he has nothing to be happy about.

Retracting his thoughts, Zhao Hongyu moved his mind and turned on this plug-in that he called the 'time and space trader'.

Do you want to open a trade?

Two options appeared in Zhao Hongyu's mind, and Zhao Hongyu determined the 'yes' option in a flash of thought.

A halo of light, invisible to others, flashed out of the pile of fur, and in a second, the pile of fur that looked like a hill disappeared in place.

When the furs were gone, a cold metallic synthetic voice echoed in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

This time, I received 600 beaver skins, which are now up to 290 yuan due to price fluctuations. One hundred and fifty mink, and the price fluctuated to 650 yuan a piece.

Ask if you want to trade?

Syllable!

Two more options appeared in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

The price has risen, what is Zhao Hongyu not satisfied with, thirty inferior pig iron axes for so many furs is already very satisfactory for him.

Be!

Ding Dong, received 600 beaver skins, 290 yuan to buy the payment of 174,000 yuan!

Ding Dong, received one hundred and fifty mink furs, 650 yuan to buy 97,500 yuan!

Total: 270,000 (271,500)

According to Zhao Hongyu's deal with the bison of the leader of the Andal tribe, a low-quality pig iron axe was exchanged for thirty beaver skins, or fifteen mink skins.

Therefore, Zhao Hongyu exchanged twenty axes for six hundred beaver skins, and ten axes for one hundred and fifty mink skins for the other party.

This is the largest transaction since Zhao Hongyu came to this world.

As the furs from this transaction were sold, a modern savings book appeared in Zhao Hongyu's mind, which clearly listed the wealth he now possessed.

Zhao Hongyu has been in this world for three months, and in these three months, he has not traded with the people of the Andal tribe.

Although there were already colonies and fortresses established by the French in the northern part of the Andal tribe, they still controlled the circulation of weapons very strictly.

Coupled with the squeeze of some large tribes in the surrounding area, the Andal tribe could not exchange any iron weapons at all, so there was a lot of backlog of furs in their tribe.

Therefore, in the past three months, Zhao Hongyu has made a good profit.

But Zhao Hongyu also knows that there are many factors that can make such a profit.

Over time, the Andal tribe no longer has as many furs.

Basically, the furs of the Andal tribe were almost all traded by Zhao Hongyuhe.

And in Zhao Hongyu's savings book, his wealth has also accumulated 1.367 million yuan (1,367,000 yuan).

"Damn the French!"

Zhao Hongyu cursed in a low voice.

Just now, the leader of the Andal tribe, Bison, told him before leaving that the reason why the Moklee tribe had launched such an attack in the past three months was not unrelated to Zhao Hongyu.

Because Zhao Hongyu monopolized the fur trade of the Andal tribe, the French were very angry when they found out.

Although the Andal tribe does not trade with the French, through other tribes, the furs of the Andal tribe still change hands to them.

Although the Andal tribe will suffer, what does it matter to them that the indigenous people will suffer.

But because of the existence of Zhao Hongyu, he was inserted horizontally, which made the French the most unbearable.

Therefore, they provoked the Moklay tribe and came to attack the Andal tribe.

Of course, the Moklay tribe has also coveted the territory of the Andal tribe, because there are rich beaver resources on the territory of the Andal tribe.

Interests are the fuse of war, which Zhao Hongyu deeply believes.

And he now has no conditions to fight against the French, and even against other Indian tribes.

The buffalo also told him that he had killed the younger brother of the leader of the 'Moklay' tribe in the battle just now, so the Moklay tribe would never let him and the Andale tribe go.

This is also the reason why the bison wants to buy weapons from Zhao Hongyu and prepare for a sneak attack.

After listening to Bison's words, Zhao Hongyu knew that he had decided to leave here, and he was right!

After the account has more than one million funds, Zhao Hongyu decided to buy helpers from the trader, and it is not a way to fight alone, he needs to have subordinates to increase his safety factor, and to confront other people who have malicious intentions towards him.

Obviously, no matter how powerful he is, there is no way to fight against a tribe alone.

Then, Zhao Hongyu opened the trader and chose the option that made him hurt.

Gene Man Buy......