Chapter 85

Looking at the two officers trapped in the tangle, Shi Xiong smiles again, "I will not disturb you. I will wait outside for your final decision. But I hope you can give me a good answer. I don't want this paradise to be bloody. "

With that, the stone bear waved his hand, followed him quickly and walked out of the tent.

Outside, eighteen soldiers of the Royal Army of the British Empire were cautiously encircling the tent with guns. When they saw this extremely strong barbarian coming out of the tent, they were slightly relieved, but then they whispered to each other quietly. Some soldiers also pointed out to the stone bear, as if they were wondering why there were such strong soldiers among the barbarians.

Just now, the axe startled these soldiers. They had never seen a small iron axe burst out so powerful. Just now, a brave soldier even sneaked up to the big tree and wanted to take the axe down. As a result, almost the whole axe fell into the trunk of the tree, Unexpectedly let that soldier exhausted the whole body strength all did not pull out.

This kind of situation makes these soldiers a little silent.

If this axe strikes a man, which one will not cut him in half?

Now let's look at the strong and shameless barbarian. Especially after seeing the barbarian come to the tree and pull the axe off with no effort, the soldiers immediately realized that the barbarian must not be provoked.

"Big bear, your hand is cool!" The fast horse looked at the little flying axe in the hand of the stone bear enviously. After a long time of contact with the stone bear, the fast horse also learned some oral words of the strong bear, such as "cool", such as "Niubi", such as "Crouching trough"

Although Kuaima didn't understand the meaning of these strange words, he still liked to speak them.

Looking at his closest brother in this life, Shi Xiong shook his head slightly and said, "this hand is not easy to learn. If you want to practice this hand, you must have enough arm strength and wrist strength, so that you can control the throwing distance and rotation speed of the flying axe, and finally make the axe blade accurately hit the enemy. "

Looking at Kuaima's slightly thin body, the stone bear shook his head helplessly and said: "you need more exercise and eat more, otherwise you will not be able to accurately control the flying axe because of the strength of your body."

"But throwing a flying axe is not difficult, and this kind of weapon can only be powerful if it is used together. If it is used alone, it can only attack a single target. If there are a large number of enemies, the deterrent power of throwing a flying axe by one person will be greatly reduced. "

Kuaima longed: "yes, if the soldiers in our tribe have at least two flying axes, as you said just now, then our gaoshu tribe will not be afraid of any enemies. If this thing is thrown together, its power is really unimaginable. "

"Ha ha, I was just bluffing those two guys. However, although the soldiers of our tribe have not been equipped with this kind of flying axe, this day is not far away. When the next furnace of steel is finished, we can match each of our tribe's soldiers with two flying axes. "

"Ha ha, those two guys are scared by you..."

Outside the tent, stone bear and Kuaima were talking and laughing happily in Indian, while inside the tent, major Hank and lieutenant Ferguson were also discussing fiercely.

"Sir, do you think that barbarian is bluffing us? How could the gaoshu tribe have so many iron weapons? More than 100 soldiers, two flying axes for one person, how much steel does that need? " Lieutenant Ferguson is obviously still struggling with the terrifying figure stone bear just said.

If what the barbarian said is true, let alone the 20 or so of them, even if they are twice as many, they are not the opponents of these flying axes. There are woods all around here. The power of fireguns will be reduced to the lowest in the woods, but the barbarians can successfully approach their own team with the help of these trees, and then they will be chopped by flying axes all over the sky

Just thinking about it, Lieutenant Ferguson felt cold all over, so he would rather cheat himself that the soldiers of this tribe didn't have so many flying axes.

Major hank glanced at the young man and said, "is it important to have a flying axe? Even if they don't have iron flying axes, they still have stone axes, bone spears, bows and arrows. Although these things are not as powerful as iron weapons, they can still hurt us badly. In this forest, they are the masters, and we have no advantage. "

"What shall we do?" Asked Lieutenant Ferguson, somewhat anxious. As a junior officer, he valued the immediate safety more. His subordinates were in such a dangerous situation, which made Lieutenant Ferguson want to lead the team out of this damned forest immediately.

"Don't worry, my dear Patrick. The barbarian was warning us and intimidating us. Warning and intimidation are just a means. I think he would prefer to cooperate with us, otherwise he would not take out salt. Patrick, you can see the salt. It's so exquisite. If we can get the sole agency for the salt, we'll make a fortune! "

"Sir, their monthly production capacity is only about 30000 pounds, which is too small. An adult needs an average of about 6 taels of salt a day (taels, British units, one taels of salt is 116 ounces, about 1.77 grams, and 6 taels of salt is about 10 grams). He needs about 0.7 pounds of salt a year, 30000 pounds, which is for more than 40000 people. " Ferguson said.

"More than 40000? Don't forget how many people are there in our empire? There are nearly 10 million local people alone! What are more than 40000 people? And the population of the colonies controlled by our empire? So the market is very big. "

"But these barbarians still produce too little salt."

"Ha ha, quite a lot. I think this number is just right." Major hank said with a smile.

"Why?" Second lieutenant Ferguson is still young, he naturally does not understand why the boss said so.

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

When major hank asked, Lieutenant Ferguson guessed a little. He hesitated and said, "do you mean for the nobles?"

"Bingo! My dear Patrick, do you think those mud legs in China can afford such good salt? Don't mention those mud legs. I'm afraid you and I can't afford such salt. "

Although Ferguson is very reluctant to admit this, the fact is that it is so cruel. If such good salt really appears in the British mainland, it is absolutely not affordable for middle and low-level officers like them. This kind of salt can only be enjoyed by powerful aristocrats.