Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

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"Oh, merciful Lord, I didn't expect to hear such a beautiful sound in the Far East!"

Amorim's face was full of excitement, and he came forward to give Qin Hao a hug and express his excitement after the disaster. Unexpectedly, the Alai archer began to pull up the arrows that were ready to go, making him stand there consciously. Comfort yourself.

Regarding his enthusiasm, Qin Hao looked disdainful, pointing to the corpses of Spanish soldiers scattered by the river, and jokingly said: "I think you should be like them, a Spanish commander."

"Oh! No!" Amorim said firmly, "The war is over. We should no longer make unnecessary sacrifices. Such a death would be disrespectful to my noble honor."

Ah! Ah!

The damn colonists dared to call themselves nobility, how ridiculous!

"Young warrior commander, can I ask for your name?" Amorim prayed with gratitude in his heart to the Mingguo man in front of him who saved him.

The first time I saw him, I was sure of his identity. He must be a great nobleman from the Ming Dynasty. With his calm and calm aura, even without the luxurious clothes, I could still see his nobility at a glance!

Moreover, his guards are so strong and their weapons are so sophisticated. They can even be equipped with advanced weapons such as flintlock guns. How rich he must be!

Now the price of each flintlock gun in Spain has risen to three double-column silver dollars produced in Mexico, and the supply exceeds demand. The New World, the Far East, the mainland, as long as the kingdom's territory is eager for this kind of weapon, San Salvador only has He brought out all of the dozen or so flintlock rifles. Unfortunately, the result was not satisfactory.

"Qin Hao!" This Spanish pronunciation is very strange, and it is always a bit difficult to pronounce.

"Honorable warrior, Spain, Far East, San Salvador City, Captain Amorim, sincerely thank you for lending a helping hand. I will always remember this friendship! May God bless you!"

Seeing him so affectionate made Qin Hao a little embarrassed. Are Spanish people as romantic as Parisians? Unfortunately, he is a rough guy and he doesn't have that special hobby.

Without paying any further attention to him, Qin Hao silently opened his attribute panel.

【Character Panel】

【Character】Qin Hao

【Physique】Good

[Skill] Language Lv3 - You have mastered the mainstream languages ​​​​of various countries in the world. When you travel to countries all over the world, you no longer have to worry about not being able to understand the locals. You can use this skill to promote your ideas and make others believe more. You are somewhat persuasive. .

This was the reward for the exploration mission. When Qin Hao defeated Shan Fan, the mission was naturally completed.

This feeling of communicating fluently in a foreign language is amazing. It is as if there is a translator in the brain. Even if others speak with their own accent, they can still understand it, and the accent can be automatically switched.

He had both a London accent and a New York accent, but the person in front of him was a Spaniard who probably couldn't understand English. Qin Hao didn't want to find his hometown and have a chat with him.

When the Shanfan soldiers in the river swam to the other side, Qin Hao still did not take it lightly and asked the soldiers to continue to be vigilant. These Shanfan soldiers were very fierce when they first fought.

For a moment, a quarrel seemed to break out on the other side, and the Shanfan soldiers began to push each other. However, this situation did not last long. After half a quarter of an hour, they seemed to have reached an agreement, and everyone gradually disappeared into the forest and disappeared.

At this time, Qin Hao asked the soldiers to relax a little. Except for the Alai archer who was watching to suppress the Spaniard, everyone else went to clean the battlefield and "rescue" the injured Shanfan soldiers.

In this era of shortage of medicines and doctors, the best way to save people is to send them to see God.

After all, it takes more effort to treat one wounded soldier than to kill three enemies. This is why on the current battlefield, even one's own soldiers will die at the hands of one's own men as long as they are seriously injured.

This is not cruelty, but a kind of kindness and a kind of relief. Without a doctor, the bleeding cannot be stopped. The feeling of slow death can defeat any strong-willed person and slowly drag him into the abyss.

Simply speaking, in this battle, with the methodical fighting order and superb personal skills of the cavalry and slashing soldiers, no one died, not even a single minor injury. As Wang Jiu had predicted before, these Hawa tribesmen The soldiers were no match for them at all.

Wang Jiu carefully followed the soldiers and cleaned the battlefield. The soldiers carefully calmed down the screams, while he took some benefits and looked at the hatchet in his hand that had been replaced with a curled blade. In his mind, the happiest thing was that he saw too many machetes scattered on the ground. He didn't know which one to choose for a while, so he simply put all the machetes he collected together and slowly selected them.

"This, or that, hey, there's a pocket here."

A small bag he got from nowhere made Wang Jiu's interest instantly rise. He opened it carefully. He originally thought there were a few copper plates, broken silver or something, but he didn't expect it was just a few squashed rice balls.

What bad luck!

He unluckily picked up the rice ball in the bag and looked at it again and again. He couldn't figure out why the dry food in Hawabe was like this.

I thought it would be a pity to throw it away, but I happened to be hungry, so I took it and gnawed it, regardless of whether it was dirty or not. It tasted strangely good in my mouth, so I thought about it.

So I found some more intact rice balls and planned to send them to the adults.

"Sir, look, this is the dry food from the Hawa tribe." Wang Jiu raised the corners of his mouth and handed Qin Hao the dry food he had collected.

Qin Hao was dumbfounded by his actions. When Wang Jiu was collecting them, he saw the whole process. Looking at these rice balls, he had no interest in eating the food of dead people.

etc! Rice balls!

Suddenly, Qin Hao looked at this familiar thing, and an idea came to his mind that made him feel incredible: These people might be!

In order to test this idea, Qin Hao asked the soldiers to move all the Shanfan corpses that could be salvaged by the river and in the river to him, and then carefully observed them one by one.

Short, flat head.

"Wang Jiu, are you sure these people are from the Hawa tribe?" Qin Hao asked while rummaging through the corpses.

"Yes. Most of them are." Although not everyone knows them, they have always encountered some when hunting in the past. Wang Jiu's memory is not bad. As long as he has a source, most of them will look familiar.

And he also knew that the Hawa tribe had a special habit of shaving the middle section of their heads. Although they don't know why they did this, their behavior made many people in the surrounding tribes feel ridiculous and almost caused a conflict.

Sure enough, Qin Hao smiled knowingly, and the answer seemed to be clear.

These people are indeed the Hawa people mentioned by Wang Jiu, but they also have another identity - Fusang people, and the so-called Fusang people are Japanese.

But Qin Hao couldn't understand how they could live on Taiwan Island. Could it be that they fled here like the people of Ming Dynasty.

"Ah!" Looking at the dense jungle, Qin Hao patted his forehead regretfully, "I am so stupid, I don't know how to survive."

The adrenaline was soaring just now, and I only thought about killing these Shanfan soldiers, but I forgot about this.

After all, there would be opportunities in the future, and Qin Hao knew that his fate with these mountain sects would not end like this.

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