"Hey, brother, are you here to make a deal?"

Outside the big tent, Wang Shan walked to the side of several white guards and began to put on the almost. A series of broken English came out of Wang Shan's mouth, although it was not so authentic, but it could be understood.

Of course, Wang Shan did not gain the ability to speak against the sky like Zhao Hongyu.

But after a few years of compulsory service, he was not in vain.

When he was in the army, he taught himself English. At this time, it can come in handy.

Seeing Wang Shan, who was wearing a green cotton coat, smiling and walking towards him, the already nervous white guards became even more nervous. Because they all know the Tao, these Indians can't be reasoned with at all, and God knows that if they say the wrong word, it will cause a big fight.

Especially now that they are in the camp of the Moxie tribe, there is no doubt that they will definitely suffer the most if they really do it.

However, when Wang Shan's broken English popped out of his mouth, the white guards were stunned.

Yo ho!

It's really unthinkable that there is an English-speaking native tribe in such an Indian indigenous tribe, which is really a manifestation of God.

Although there are a lot of things that are not well understood in this guy's spoken language, it is generally able to make them understand.

In fact, Wang Shan can't be blamed for this, after all, when Wang Shan was cultivated from the time and space trader, he learned the broken English of the 21st century.

And the people he is dealing with are the 'ancients' hundreds of years ago.

Although English is still that English, it will be very different.

In this era, many words in English are not so rich, and there are also a lot of slang mixed in.

"Hey, I can't believe you can speak our language. I don't know where you learned it, although it's a little jerky and difficult to understand, it's no problem to communicate. ”

The guards, who were originally a little nervous, obviously relaxed a lot after Wang Shan's mouth popped out of broken English.

Although the look of vigilance is still there, it is not as good as before.

It seems that language is really a way to get closer to each other.

"I learned from the French in the north, but now our tribe is at war with them." , Wang Shan walked over and began to fire cannons indiscriminately.

"Damn the French, these guys should all be hanged!" , for the French in Quebec in the north, the British did not have a good impression at all. So following Wang Shan's words, the guard cursed.

Seeing that Wang Shan chatted with the other party without a match, the corners of Zhao Hongyu's mouth turned up slightly.

What do these white people want to do when they come to Moxigan, in fact, they don't need Wang Shan to ask Zhao Hongyu to think about it with his ass.

It's just the merchants of the British settlements, who trade their junk products for more valuable Indian skins.

And the reason why Zhao Hongyu didn't stop his subordinates and went to get close to the other party was that Zhao Hongyu wanted to see if he could get information about the immigration camp, the number of people and the situation of the branch from the mouths of those guys.

For Zhao Hongyu, this information is the most important and crucial.

It's spring now, and the snow and ice are starting to melt.

Time flies, or it won't be long before you say goodbye to cotton clothes and enter the hot summer.

At that time, it will not be the time for the whites to be active, but the period for the Indians to be active.

'Indian Summer' is not a slogan that came out of white people for no reason.

And Zhao Hongyu also wants to take advantage of this opportunity to see if he can find some profit points from the British immigration camp to increase his income.

Therefore, it is very necessary to collect intelligence information on this aspect. …,

"Chief, you're back." When spying on intelligence at night, Song Hu and Zhang Tie each came to Zhao Hongyu's side with their men.

Hearing this, Zhao Hongyu looked back at them and nodded.

The current Zhao Hongyu, counting Wang Shan, Zhang Tie and Song Hu, already has twelve genetic subordinates. Compared to the early days, he is now out of the embarrassing situation of the light pole commander.

With 'his own people' by his side, Zhao Hongyu's waist is also a little straighter. Although the number of twelve subordinates is not very large, Zhao Hongyu must have a great guarantee for personal safety after all.

Needless to say, the loyalty of the genetic people of the Huaxia system is 100 points of loyalty plus he is also a Huaxia himself, so the system gives a loyalty bonus of +20 points.

Therefore, Zhao Hongyu did not have to worry about these subordinates defecting at all.

So, if there really is a danger or something, these genetic people will definitely sacrifice themselves to protect him with 120 points of loyalty.

"These are the Brits in this area, right?" , Zhao Hongyu lowered his voice and talked to Zhang Tie and them in Chinese, he was not worried that what he said would be listened to.

Because there is not a single person on this continent who can understand his language.

He wouldn't dare think that in Asia, but what kind of place is this? This is the American continent, and it was the American continent in the spring of 1621.

Neither the French in the north, nor the British in Virginia, nor the Westerners, Dutch, and Portuguese in the Caribbean, would understand.

Zhao Hongyu, Zhang Tie and Song Hu were talking, although they deliberately lowered their voices, but the volume was still not small.

Their conversation attracted the attention of the white guards who were chatting with Wang Shan.

"Is that your companion? You don't look like the people of the Moxie tribe, because you look very different from them. After retracting his gaze, the guard said to Wang Shan.

Wang Shan smiled, took out a wooden bottle from his pocket, gently removed the lid and handed it over. "Of course, we come from the far north covered in snow and ice, and you come to taste this." Of course, Wang Shan knew what their identity was, it was the 'distant Indian tribe' that Zhao Hongyu had fooled out.

Hiss!

After taking the wooden bottle handed over by Wang Shan, and after sniffing, the white guard raised his head and took a sip.

This is not to say that he was unsuspecting, but that he knew that it was an Indian etiquette. If you refuse to accept such an offer, it is likely to lead to unpredictable conflicts.

He has been on the American continent for many years, and has experienced many conflicts with the Indians, many of which have been caused by some minor misunderstandings.

"Is this wine? Why is it so spicy? ”

The guard asked as he handed the bottle back.

"Of course, this is the secret liquor of our tribe, and it is only drunk by men." , Wang Shan replied with a smile, and at the same time he raised the wooden bottle, and also raised his head very boldly 'Goo Dong, Goo Dong' and took two big mouthfuls.

"Give me some if you can." Although some are not used to liquor, the hot feeling in the throat is really good. At the same time, after drinking this novel liquor, it seems to be more energetic than the rum still alive gin.

As an old drunkard, this guard certainly wouldn't let go of this unknown wine.

"No problem, we're friends now, aren't we?" , Wang Shan handed over the liquor again.

As the two drank and chatted, the guard's tongue grew larger and his vigilance slowly dissipated. …,

"Brother, you are right, this kind of wine is indeed only for men." On Wang Shan's shoulder, the guard kept his tongue wide and began to talk nonsense with a continuous hiccup. And Wang Shan, the initiator, couldn't stop snickering in his heart.

The situation of the white escort attracted the attention of others. The other guards, who were worried about their companions' problems, slowly surrounded them.

The white guards who had gathered around, under the words of Wang Shan and the praise of the drunken guard, all tried the secret liquor of the 'ice-covered tribes from the far north'.

It doesn't matter if you taste it, but these guys are all fascinated by the taste of 'Erguotou'.

Although this kind of inferior cottage second pot head is only mixed with alcohol and water, these turtles don't know what to do.

In the beginning, they just thought that this 'swing wine' was just a bit strong, and it didn't taste as good as rum or whiskey or gin.

Don't you know that the more they drink, the more delicious they feel, and they slowly ......

In order to make these people drink well, Zhao Hongyu also asked Zhang Tie and Song Hu to join in, and even participated with other Nine Lives Gene people.

As the saying goes, feelings are deep and stuffy, and feelings are shallow to lick.

These 17th-century European turtles are the opponents of the genetics who have experience in the 21st century.

So, after a short while, the guards were red-faced and couldn't speak clearly. And because they were drunk, they didn't hide the slightest bit of some questions, so that Wang Shan and they obtained a lot of useful information.

While Zhao Hongyu was smiling in his heart, he looked around. Because he realized at this time that Emma, the little girl who had been following behind his ass, seemed to be missing.

Fortunately, he had returned to the camp of the Moxie tribe by this time, and he was not worried about what would happen to the little girl Emma.

When Zhao Hongyu just wanted to lift the leather curtain of the big tent and walk in, the fierce curtain was lifted first, and then a white man walked out of it.

Zhao Hongyu turned sideways slightly, getting out of the way.

It was none other than the British businessman Baker.

He felt someone blocking his path and glanced up. He found that the guy who was blocking his way was a little different in appearance from the ordinary indigenous Indians, and was relatively softer.

However, Baker didn't care too much about Zhao Hongyu, and his heart was full of yellow gold at this time.

Sandori, the guide, and two tall guards followed, leaving the Mohican tent, followed by a group of Mohican elders and chieftains, Samara, and Black Bear and Atido.

"Brother, I think it's so strange to you, why are you so interested in this thing?" Just as Zhao Hongyu cast his eyes on Baker's back, he suddenly felt that someone was pulling him, and then a familiar crisp voice sounded beside him.