Super Chief

Seeing the two officers caught in entanglement, Shi Xiong smiled again, "I won't bother you, I will wait outside for your final decision. But I hope you can give me a good answer, I don't I hope this paradise like a paradise will be bloody."

　　 As he said, Shi Xiong waved his hand, and Kuaima followed him and walked out of the tent.

Outside, eighteen soldiers from the Royal British Empire were cautiously surrounding the tent with their guns. Seeing this extremely strong barbarian walking out of the tent, these soldiers were slightly relieved, but then they whispered quietly. Some soldiers also pointed at the stone bear, seeming to wonder why there are such strong soldiers among the barbarians.

The axe shocked these soldiers just now. They had never seen a small iron axe capable of erupting such a powerful force. Just now there was even a brave soldier sneaking up to the big tree. I tried to take the axe down, but the throwing axe, which almost fell into the trunk, caused the soldier to exhaust all his strength and didn't pull it out.

　　 This situation makes these soldiers a little bit quiet.

　　 If this axe slashes a person, that axe can't split the person in half?

Now let’s look at the strong and unspeakable barbarian, especially after seeing the barbarian walk up to the tree, as if to pull the axe off without any effort, these soldiers immediately realized this barbarian. It must not be provoked.

"Dalixiong, your hand is so cool!" Kuaima on the side looked at the small throwing axe in Shixiong's hand a little enviously. He had been in contact with Shixiong for a long time, and Kuaima has also learned some spoken words of Dalixiong. For example, "cool", for example, "nice", for example, "fuck"...

　　 Although Kuaima doesn't understand what these strangely pronounced words mean, he still likes to speak this colloquial language.

Shi Xiong looked at his closest brother in this life, shook his head slightly and said, "This hand is not easy to learn. To practice this hand, you must have sufficient arm and wrist strength, so that you Only then can the throwing distance and rotation speed of the throwing axe be controlled, and in the end can the axe blade accurately hit the enemy."

Seeing Kuai Ma's slightly thin body, Shi Xiong shook his head helplessly and said, "You still need to exercise more and eat more, otherwise you will not be able to learn to control the throwing axes precisely because of the strength of your body. of."

"But throwing axe is not a difficult task, and this kind of weapon can only have great power when used together. If used by one person, it can only strike a single target. If the number of enemies is large, this kind of single-person throwing axe Deterrence will be much reduced."

Kuai Ma looked forward to: "Yes, if it is true that the warriors in our tribe each have at least two throwing axes, as you just said, then our High Tree tribe will not be afraid of any enemies. If this thing is thrown together, That power is really hard to imagine."

"Hehe, I was scaring those two guys just now. However, although our tribe's warriors have not been equipped with this kind of throwing axe, this day is not far away. After the next furnace of steel is made, we can give it to us. The warriors of the tribe are each equipped with two throwing axes."

　　 "Haha, those two guys were terrified by you..."

　　 Stone Bear and Kuaima joked in Indian happily outside the tent, while inside the tent, Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson were also discussing vigorously.

"Sir, are you saying that the barbarian is frightening us? How could the high tree tribe have so many iron weapons? There are more than one hundred warriors and two throwing axes for one person. How much steel does it take?" Lieutenant Ferguson was obviously still there. Tangled with the terrifying number that Shixiong just said.

　　If what the barbarian said is true, let alone their twenty or so people, even if it doubles, they will not be the opponent of these throwing axes. There are woods all around here, and the power of the muskets will be reduced to the lowest level in the woods, but the barbarians can rely on the obstacles of these trees to successfully approach their team, and then pick them up with axes in the sky... ..

　　 Just after thinking about it, Lieutenant Ferguson felt cold all over, so he would rather deceive himself that the warriors of this tribe don't have so many throwing axes.

Major Hank glanced at the young man and said quietly, "Is it important to have a throwing axe? Even if they don't have an iron throwing axe, they are still stone axes, bone spears and bows and arrows, although those things are not as good as iron. Weapons are so powerful, but they can still damage us badly. In this woods, they are the masters, and we do not have the advantage."

　　 "Then what shall we do?" Lieutenant Ferguson asked anxiously. As a low-level officer, he valued the safety before him more. His subordinates were in such a dangerous situation, which made Lieutenant Ferguson wish he could lead his team out of this **** forest right away.

"Don't worry, my dear Patrick. The barbarian is warning us and intimidating us. Warnings and intimidation are only a means. I think he would prefer to cooperate with us, otherwise he would not take salt. Come out. Patrick, you also saw that table salt~www.readwn.com~ what a beautiful table salt, if we can get the exclusive agent of this table salt, then we will make a fortune!"

"Sir, their monthly production capacity is only about 30,000 pounds, which is too small. On average, an adult needs about 6 dallans of salt a day (dran, British unit, one dallan equals 1/16 ounce, About 1.77 grams, 6 dallans is about 10 grams), about 0.7 pounds of salt a year, 30,000 pounds is for more than 40,000 people.” Ferguson said.

"More than 40,000 people? Don’t forget how many people are in our British Empire? There are close to 10 million in the mainland alone! What is more than 40,000 people? What about the population of the colonies controlled by our empire? So this market It's very big."

　　 "But the salt produced by these savages is still too little."

　　 "Hehe, a lot, I think this number is just right." Major Hank said with a smile.

　　 "Why?" Lieutenant Ferguson was still young, and he naturally didn't understand why his boss said that.

　　 "Patrick, let me ask you, if the salt is brought back to China, who do you think can eat such good refined salt?"

　　Major Hank asked, Lieutenant Ferguson guessed a little bit. He hesitated and said, "You mean to those nobles?"

　　 "Bingo! My dear Patrick, do you think those mud legs in China can afford such good salt? Let alone those mud legs, even you and me, I am afraid I can't eat such salt."

Although Ferguson is very reluctant to admit this, the fact is that it is so cruel. If such a good salt really appears in the British mainland, it is definitely not something that middle and low-level officers like them can afford. This salt can only be those Only powerful aristocrats can enjoy it.