As soon as Zhao Jian took out his pistol, Singh's eyes straightened.

In order to maintain colonial rule, the British not only deliberately disunited the local tribes, but also tried to weaken their armament as much as possible. The local tribal armed forces could not even guarantee a single flintlock pistol from their grandfathers, and there were no heavy weapons at all. A well-made standard rifle is definitely more valuable in the eyes of the local natives than a diamond that is of little use.

"Allah is on top, in Tanzania...... No! There is no one in all of Africa who doesn't want this! ”

"Then come and be my guide, and I'll pay you a lot of money afterwards, and I'll give you a souvenir."

"No problem! From now on, I, Singh, will be your man! ”

“……”

Singh was successfully hired as a guide, and Zhao Jian and his party hired a team of mules and horses to go to the mainland early the next morning, and the British took away most of the hatred, and their yellow skin was not much hostile in the local area. Along the way, the caravan avoided most of the towns and mines where the British garrison was located, and headed straight for a small tribe that was said to have diamonds in its hands.

Zhao Jian did not plan to sell all the 500 guns he brought to the same tribe, because that would not be able to maximize the benefits at all, and it would easily affect the regional balance. He wanted to sell the guns separately to the sparsely populated small tribes to increase their survivability. Most of these small tribes just want to protect themselves, and if they are sold, Zhao Jian does not have to worry that these guns will be used too ostentatiously, and then attract the attention of the British.

Under Singh's guidance, they first came to a small tribe called "Wahuraga", numbering less than 5,000 people and living in a small valley. Because of their primitive fetishism and refusal to worship Jesus, this tribe was not welcomed by the British, and was often bullied by other medium-sized tribes, and lived in fear in the valley.

The horse team stopped not far from the valley mouth, Zhao Jian carried the binoculars up the hillside to the side, and saw that there was a stone wall more than 4 meters high in the valley mouth in front of him, and a trench had been dug, and some black people wearing only shorts and sandals, holding spears and earthen bird guns stood guard on it. Zhao Jian observed for a while, then returned to the horse team and commanded his subordinates.

"Take 50 spears and 3 boxes of bullets, except for Singh, come with me 4 more, you need to know how to use guns."

"Young Master, do you want to go over in person?" Qin Heng showed a worried expression.

"Don't worry, if there are children, the other party's vigilance will be a little less."

When everything was ready, six men led two mules and horses around the back of the hillside, and the people standing guard opposite them spotted them immediately, and then heard Singh's loud voice howling in the local language from a distance.

"Chief! Don't shoot~! ”

The other party quickly recognized the postman Singh, Zhao Jian and the others walked smoothly to the front of the walled gate, and a person on the city wall who seemed to be the leader of the sentry looked at Zhao Jian and them for a while, and then turned his head and ordered a subordinate to go back and report.

It didn't take long for a number of figures to gather behind the leaky gate, and then the gate opened, and a large group of black Shu millet rushed out of the door, surrounding Zhao Jian and them. The four bodyguards immediately protected Zhao Jian behind him, and at the same time reached out and pressed on the handle of the gun on his waist.

"Singh, tell them that we're here to do business and have something that their chiefs would be 100% interested in."

Despite his nervousness, Singh retold Zhao Jian's words clearly to the other side, and the leader of the sentries stepped out of the crowd and asked them in broken English with a thick accent that revealed a "curry-flavored" flavor.

"What is it, let's check it first."

"I've brought something good, dedicated to you chiefs, there are a lot of people here, can we go in and talk?" Don't worry, there are only 6 of us, and we won't cause you any trouble. ”

The leader of the sentries pondered for a moment and agreed to let Zhao Jian go.

Six people walked into the gate of the village surrounded by a large group of black corn millet, attracting a large crowd of onlookers who did not know the truth along the way. Zhao Jian observed the clothing and physical appearance of these people, except for some of the old people, most of them were in good nutritional condition, and everyone had pants to wear, which was already a good indication of the local economic situation.

"You, come in with me."

The leader of the sentries stretched out his hand and pointed at the Zhao ship, telling him to meet the chief alone. On the way here, he had already seen that this child was the boss of this group, Zhao Jian tidied up his collar when he heard this, and then asked the other party.

"Can I bring a box of samples? Also, I wanted Singh to be my translator. ”

"I also know English."

"With all due respect, your English accent is terrible, the teacher must be Indian, right?"

"Hey! How do you know? ”

“……”

Let Singh and another black man carry the lightest box and follow him into the chief's two-story building, and the first thing that caught Zhao Jian's eye in the main hall was a huge "Roshan" that was definitely more than 200KG. Those who can raise such a figure on the African continent, where malnutrition is common, are estimated to be the existence of a leader like a tribal chief.

Roshan Demon King...... All right! I mean, Chief, after Zhao Jian came in and knelt on one knee for a while, the other party slowly opened a slit in his eyes, and then muttered something in a dreamy and vague native language, and Singh immediately whispered in Zhao Jian's ear.

"The chief asked you what you wanted to give him?"

"You tell him that he is selling, Lao Tzu will not give it away in vain!"

I don't know if Singh is good enough to translate "Lao Tzu" into it, in short, after he translated Zhao Jian's words to Chief Roshan, the other party obviously snorted coldly, and then muttered a few more words, this time the tone can obviously be heard not very happy.

"The chief says you're being so unreasonable and wants us to get out of here right away."

"This is an eviction order? hahahaha~！ ”

Originally, I wanted to learn from Cao Cao's style and be a heroic daxiao, but as soon as I laughed out loud, Zhao Jian found that he unconsciously laughed at the tune of "Director Jin". So his face turned pale, and he stood up directly and said loudly in English.

"A small tribe that can only live in the valley to survive is so picky about the kindness of others that it even wants to sweep the floor away. I said, Chief, if the person standing in front of you now is a British businessman, would you dare to show that attitude? And my motherland, Datang, is far stronger than the UK! ”

As soon as Zhao Jian's words fell, Hei Shu, whose identity had evolved from "Sentinel Leader" to "Guard Leader", was about to draw his saber. But the chief snorted suddenly, told him to step aside, and then opened his eyes completely, looked at Zhao Jian with interest, and opened his mouth in English, which was not bad.

"But children, you Datang don't have your own shili in Africa, do you?"

"That's right! Because our emperor Bixia can't look down on this wet and hot land, his eyes are further away. In outer space, we occupy the most haode colony star, and unlike those Europeans, we eat completely without regard to the amount of belly. ”

"Okay boy, I'm not interested in how powerful your Datang is. Let's get straight to the point. Tell me what you want to sell me? If I'm interested, I'll give you a good price. ”

Touching the yellow diamond bracelet on his hand and neck, a smile appeared on the corner of the chief's chubby mouth. But Zhao Jian only glanced at it, and did not show the greedy color that the other party expected.

Turning around and opening the wooden box, Zhao Jian pulled a rifle out of the oilcloth, this time the leader of the guards didn't wait for the chief to snort, and the sharp saber was put on Zhao Jian's neck, but Zhao Jian was unmoved, and raised the spear with both hands and showed it in front of Chief Roshan.

"This is what I brought, is the chief interested?"

In fact, Zhao Jian didn't need to ask, the other party's forward-leaning head and straight eyes already explained everything. In Africa, in a sense, weapons are a necessity of life like food. Without food and drink, one can die of hunger, and without weapons, one can die at the hands of the hungry.

Seeing that the effect of the rifle was so outstanding, Zhao Jian felt a little proud in his heart without a trace, and then he handed the rifle to the leader of the guards and asked him to hand it over to the chief. The chief played with it for a while, then threw the rifle to the leader of the guards, and the other party skillfully pulled the bolt of the gun, and then pushed the gun to load, and the smoothness of the whole process made him nod with satisfaction.

"Good gun!"

"Do you want to test the accuracy?"

Zhao took out a rifle bullet from his coat pocket and threw it to the head of the guards after getting the chief's approval. The other man pressed the bullet into the chamber, stood by the window and aimed at a mango tree not far away. With a crisp gunshot, the reddest fruit immediately shattered, and the chief nodded when he saw this, turned his head and asked Zhao Jian.

"How much are you going to sell me? Make an offer! ”

"50 rifles, 3000 rounds. I want 10 diamonds, about the same size as the one on your bracelet. ”

"Deal."

Speaking without any delay, Chief Roshan directly untied his diamond bracelet and threw it to Zhao Jian, after Zhao Jian caught it, he saw that there were more than ten diamonds on it, and with an impeccable business smile, he stroked the other party's chest.

"Xiexie, your patronage."