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- "Hey, bro, are you here to make a deal?"
Outside the tent, Wang Shan casually walked up to several white guards and began to get close to them. A series of broken English came out of Wang Shan's mouth. Although it was not authentic, it was still understandable.
Wang Shan certainly did not acquire the incredible language ability like Zhao Hongyu.
But his several years of service as a compulsory soldier were not in vain.
When he was in the army, he taught himself English. At this time, it came in handy.
Seeing Wang Shan in a green cotton coat walking toward him with a smile, the already nervous white guard became even more nervous. Because they all know that these Indians are simply unreasonable, and God knows if they say the wrong thing, it will cause a big fire.
Especially since they are now in the camp of the Mohican tribe, if this really happens, they will definitely be the ones who suffer in the end, there is no doubt about this.
However, when Wang Shan¡¯s broken English came out of his mouth, the white guards were stunned.
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It¡¯s really unexpected that there is a native who can speak English in such an Indian tribe. This is really a manifestation of God.
Although there are many things in this guy's spoken language that are difficult to understand, it is generally quite understandable for them.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on Wang Shan. After all, when Wang Shan was trained in the space-time trader, he learned the broken English of the 21st century.
And the people he was communicating with were the ¡®ancients¡¯ from hundreds of years ago.
Although English is still the same English, it will be very different.
In English in this era, many vocabulary are not so rich, and there are also a lot of slang mixed in.
"Hey, I really didn't expect that you can still speak our language. I don't know where you learned it. Although it is a bit awkward and difficult to understand, you can still communicate without any problem."
The guards, who were a little nervous at first, obviously relaxed a lot after Wang Shan spoke broken English.
Although the alert look is still there, it is not as good as before.
It seems that language is really a way of communication that brings people closer together.
"Learned from the French in the north, but now our tribe is at war with them." Wang Shan walked over and started firing random cannons.
"Damn French guys, these guys should all be hanged!" The British didn't have a good impression of the French in northern Quebec at all. So following Wang Shan's words, the guard cursed.
Seeing Wang Shan casually chatting with the other party, the corners of Zhao Hongyu's mouth turned up slightly.
"What do these white people want when they come to the Mohican tribe? In fact, Wang Shan doesn't need to ask Zhao Hongyu to think about it with his own butt."
It¡¯s nothing more than merchants in British settlements exchanging their junk products for more valuable Indian furs.
The reason why Zhao Hongyu did not stop his men from trying to get close to the other party was that Zhao Hongyu wanted to see if he could get information about the immigration camps, population size and divisions from those guys.
This information is the most important and critical to Zhao Hongyu.
It¡¯s spring now, and the ice and snow are beginning to melt.
Time flies, and it won¡¯t be long before we say goodbye to cotton-padded clothes and enter the hot summer.
At that time, it will not be the time for white people to be active, but the active period for Indians.
"Indian Summer" is not a slogan that came from white people for no reason.
And Zhao Hongyu also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to see if he could find some profit points from the British immigration camp to increase his income.
Therefore, it is very necessary to collect intelligence information about this aspect.
"Chief, you are back." When spying on intelligence at night, Song Hu and Zhang Tie came to Zhao Hongyu's side with their men.
Hearing the sound, Zhao Hongyu looked back at them and nodded.
Now Zhao Hongyu, including Wang Shan, Zhang Tie and Song Hu, already has twelve gene-human subordinates. Compared with the early period, he is now out of the embarrassing situation of a polished commander.
With ¡®one of his own¡¯ by his side, Zhao Hongyu¡¯s back can be considered a little straighter. Although the number of twelve subordinates is not very large, Zhao Hongyu's personal safety must be greatly guaranteed after all.
Needless to say, the loyalty of the Chinese geneticists is 100 points.In addition, he is also a Chinese, so the system gives a +20 loyalty bonus.
Therefore, Zhao Hongyu does not have to worry about these subordinates rebelling.
Therefore, if he encounters an unexpected situation such as danger or something, these genetic people will definitely sacrifice themselves to protect him with their 120 points of loyalty.
"These people are the British people in this area, right?" Zhao Hongyu lowered his voice and talked to Zhang Tie and the others in Chinese. He was not worried at all that what he said would be heard.
Because there is no one on this continent who can understand his language.
He wouldn¡¯t dare to think so in Asia, but what kind of place is this? This is the American continent, and it is the American continent in the spring of 1621.
¡°Whether it¡¯s the French in the north, the British in Virginia, or the Spanish, Dutch, and Portuguese in the Caribbean, they all can¡¯t understand it.
The conversation between Zhao Hongyu, Zhang Tie and Song Hu, although they deliberately lowered their voices, was still loud.
Their conversation attracted the attention of the white guard who was chatting with Wang Shan.
"Are those your companions? You don't look like people from the Mohican tribe, because your appearance is 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 pulled off the lid and handed it over. "Of course, we come from the far away snow-covered north, come and try this." Of course Wang Shan knew their identity. They were the 'distant Indian tribe' that Zhao Hongyu had fooled.
Hiss!
Taking the wooden bottle handed over by Wang Shan, the white guard raised his head and took a sip after sniffing it.
This is not to say that he is not wary, but that he knows that this is a kind of etiquette among the Indians. If you refuse such good intentions, it may lead to unpredictable conflicts.
He has been in the American continent for many years and has experienced countless conflicts with Indians, many of which were caused by small misunderstandings.
"Is this wine? Why is it so spicy?"
The guard asked as he handed the wooden bottle back.
"Of course, this is our tribe's secret liquor, a liquor that only men drink." Wang Shan replied with a smile. At the same time, he raised the wooden bottle and raised his head with a very bold "Gudong," Gudong' made two big mouthfuls.
"Give me some if you can." Although I'm not used to liquor, the burning feeling in my throat is really good. At the same time, after drinking this novel white wine, it seems to be more exciting than rum and gin.
As an old drunkard, this guard will certainly not let go of this unknown wine.
"No problem, we are friends now, aren't we." Wang Shan handed over the liquor again.
As the two chatted while drinking, the guard's tongue gradually became louder, and his vigilance slowly dissipated.
"Brother, you are right. This kind of wine can only be drunk by men." The guard, who was leaning on Wang Shan's shoulder, spoke nonsense while belching the wine with his tongue. The instigator, Wang Shan, couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.
The situation of this white guard attracted the attention of others. The other guards, who were worried that something was wrong with their companions, slowly gathered around.
The white guards who gathered around, under the words of Wang Shan and the praise of the drunk guard, all tried the secret wine of the "tribe covered by ice and snow from the far north".
It doesn¡¯t matter if you taste it. In the end, these guys were all fascinated by the taste of ¡®Erguotou¡¯.
Although this low-quality copycat Erguotou is just made with alcohol mixed with water, these rubes don¡¯t know.
At the beginning, they just felt that this kind of "display wine" was just a little strong, and the taste was not as good as rum, whiskey or gin.
¡°Don¡¯t you know, the more they drink, the better they feel, and slowly
In order to make this group of people drink well, Zhao Hongyu also asked Zhang Tie and Song Hu to join in, and also participated in the other nine-life gene people.
As the saying goes, a deep feeling makes you feel dull, but a shallow feeling makes you lick it.
How can these seventeenth-century European bumpkins compete with genetic people who have winery experience in the 21st century?
So, after a while, these guards turned red and couldn't speak clearly. And because they were drunk,Due to their close relationship, some of the questions he asked were revealed without any concealment, allowing Wang Shan and the others to obtain a lot of useful information.
Zhao Hongyu smiled secretly in his heart and looked around. Because it was only then that he realized that the little girl Emma who had been following him seemed to be missing.
Fortunately, he had returned to the Mohican tribe¡¯s camp at this time, and he was not worried about what would happen to the little girl Emma.
When Zhao Hongyu was about to open the leather curtain of the big tent and walk in, the curtain was violently opened first, and then a white man walked out from inside.
Zhao Hongyu turned slightly to the side and got out of the way.
The person who came out was none other than the British businessman Baker.
He felt someone blocking the road in front of him and looked up. He found that the appearance of the guy blocking his path was somewhat different from that of ordinary native Indians, and he was relatively softer.
But Baker didn¡¯t pay too much attention to Zhao Hongyu. At this time, his heart was filled with golden gold.
Guide Sandoli and two tall guards followed closely and left the Mohican meeting tent. Next, a group of Mohican elders, leader Samara, Black Bear and Atido appeared.
"Brother, I think you are so strange, why are you all so interested in this thing?" Just as Zhao Hongyu cast his eyes on Baker's back, he suddenly felt someone pulling on him, and then a familiar crisp voice spoke next to him. There was a sound beside me.
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