I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

This is obviously impossible.

Could it be... Waiting for talents is food?

Zhu Fugui thought of this terrifying possibility.

Although the Indians in North America are not natives of the South Pacific, I have never heard of the custom of cannibalism, but they have changed from patrilineal to matrilineal, so it is very possible to change the recipe!

After all, even in Huaxia, a country of civilization, there are too many records of cannibalism in history.

What to be afraid of, what to come.

Just when Zhu Fugui was crazy, he captured his young girl and took it off the horse's neck.

It was the white foreman and his gypsy concubine.

The girl took out the knife from her boot, and looked at the head with some hesitation.

After a while, the older woman who noticed this scene shook her head and said something to the girl, then grabbed the knife and bent over to cut it off neatly.

This scene made Zhu Fugui's scalp tingle.

It's still my Ming Dynasty's method of calculating military merit...

Well, it seems to be the same for cutting ears, fifty steps and one hundred steps.

Zhu Fugui shook his head.

Suddenly he thought that he hadn't tried the language translation function of the system yet.

These Indians did not know what language they spoke.

There is a proverb in the Iroquois Confederation of Tribes that goes, "We don't speak the language, but we understand each other."

This shows that among the Indians, the language is quite complicated, and it may even be the same as Zhejiang, with different pronunciations.

So Zhu Fugui is not sure whether the system can deconstruct such a small language.

However, it turns out that the wall-hanging world doesn't make sense.

When Zhu Fugui turned on the language system, the words exchanged by the Indians immediately became vivid.

Although it was obviously still those syllables, Zhu Fugui could understand them.

……

"Eagle, this is your first battle. You are very brave. Your dead father will be proud of you! But just now, you hesitated!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Buffalo, I won't be confused next time!"

"Okay, my child, you are indeed the daughter of the mountain lion, you will definitely lead us to wait until the messengers of the sun and moon, and drive those damn intruders out of the mountain!"

"Auntie, that day will surely come, the spirit of Abba will protect us, our ancestors will protect us..."

Chapter 006 Melody in the Valley

Aunt Bison...

Zhu Fugui almost laughed out loud.

But this is the style of Indian naming. In fact, the same is true for bears, 罴, Pi, xiu, 貙, and tiger in ancient times.

Zhu Fugui listened for a long time, but he couldn't tell whether they were planning to treat his group of people as two-legged sheep.

If that's the case, Zhu Fugui felt that his thin skin and tender meat must be the first to be thrown into the pot.

Fortunately, this worry did not happen.

When the temporary camp was set up, the Indians took out the dried bison meat from the parcels and saddlebags, threw it into the pot and cooked it.

In addition, there was some food obtained from the early morning raid on the mine, and some of them were also taken out, and they threw them indiscriminately.

Naturally, there was nothing delicious about this method, but the aroma of the food itself made Zhu Fugui, who had only eaten half a mooncake all day, growl in disbelief.

"Well, this is for you."

Just as Zhu Fugui was drooling while looking at the fire pile, suddenly a broken clay pot appeared in front of him.

It was the girl named Ying who brought food to Zhu Fugui.

She didn't care whether Zhu Fugui could understand her or not, and said to herself: "Grandma said that only by feeding the best food to livestock can they give birth to excellent offspring."

After saying such an inexplicable sentence, she sat down beside Zhu Fugui with her own food and began to eat.

As a warrior, the way she eats has nothing to do with being a lady.

Perhaps this is the difference between an eagle and a warbler.

The hunger in his stomach made Zhu Fugui unable to think much. He ate quickly with his bound hands, trying to replenish energy and protein for himself.

You know, there is an arrow stuck in his ass!

Although the investment is not very deep, in this era of lack of antibiotics, if there is not enough immunity, a simple bacterial infection can kill a person.

In order to obtain sufficient immunity, there must be enough protein and energy, so that the body can produce more antibodies.

……

After eating the whole can of mush, Zhu Fugui felt fuller than ever.

Licking the corner of his mouth, he found that the entire camp had gradually quietened down.

And the Indian girl beside her was looking at her.

Of course, her gaze is not that of a young girl Huaichun, but it is not the kind of murderous gaze either.

Zhu Fugui didn't know what she was thinking.

At this moment, he was suddenly pushed down.

Immediately afterwards, the pants were pulled down.

I swear to God, this girl's strength is astonishing, but if Young Master Zhu had the slightest ability to resist, she wouldn't let her take off her pants so easily.

However, the girl didn't make any progress, but turned Zhu Fugui over.

“┗|｀O′|┛哦~~”

Zhu Fugui howled louder than a wild wolf.

Without any warning, the girl pulled the short arrow from Zhu Fugui's butt.

Zhu Fugui should be thankful that these Indians did not master the technique of recurve bows, and only used short bows for hunting.

Otherwise, he might not just be screaming at that moment just now.

Looking at Zhu Fugui who was crying and howling, the girl curled her lips in contempt, then got up and took a handful of ash from the campfire, and sprinkled it on Zhu Fugui's wound.

"My God, did you wash your hands after touching the dead body!"

Zhu Fugui couldn't help asking, the Mongolian doctor made people frightened, and the Indian doctor really knows how to put people to death!

"Why wash your hands?"

Facing Zhu Fugui's question, the girl blinked her eyes and asked in puzzlement.

In fact, it is not just this Indian girl who has such confusion. Even if this question is asked to the most famous doctors in London, Paris, and New York, their answers can only be the same.

Why wash your hands?

Western doctors in this era would even go directly to deliver babies to pregnant women after dissecting the corpse.

They almost never wash their hands. The reason is that a gentleman's hands are always clean. If your hands are not clean, it means that there is something wrong with your mind and soul.

So Zhu Fugui's question can never be answered.

At the same time, the girl suddenly stood up and asked belatedly:

"No, why do you speak the language of our tribe?"

Zhu Fugui secretly thought something was wrong, he was so worried about his life that he made such a mistake.

Guiltyly looked around, but luckily the girl's tent was far away from other tribes, and no one heard her.

In fact, after a whole day, even if these Indian women are physically strong, most of them have returned to their tents to rest at this moment.

If it was that experienced Aunt Buffalo, things would probably be irreparable.

Zhu Fugui quickly changed the subject and said, "Why don't you go to sleep, your clansmen are already asleep."

The girl said coldly: "The brave nighthawks will always prevent their prey from escaping."

It's just responsible for watching the prisoners at night, so what are you doing in the second class?

Zhu Fugui expressed contempt in his heart.

Following the girl's gaze, he saw a few Indian warriors sitting on branches or leaning on rocks, watching over 30 other captive Chinese laborers and guarding against attacks from the outside world.

"Say, why do you know the language of our tribe!"

The girl was not distracted by Zhu Fugui, she drew out the dagger that cut through human skin, looking like she was about to kill someone at any time.

"This... this..."

Zhu Fugui's brain was almost overloaded, but he couldn't think of a lie that could be prevaricated.

"Sure enough, honesty is the biggest obstacle in my path to success!"

Just as cold sweat was dripping from Zhu Fugui's forehead, he suddenly saw a piccolo hanging around the girl's neck.

For a moment, Zhu Fugui thought of a way.

At least to delay some time, so that I can make up a story now.

"Can you lend me this?" Zhu Fugui tried to point to the girl's chest.

"Yes, but I can't untie your hand." The girl nodded.

"Don't worry, my fingers are far more nimble than you think."

Zhu Fugui smiled, and picked up the piccolo with his wrists bound.

As descendants of Asians 1 years ago, Indian musical instruments have many similarities with ancient Chinese music.

For example, the Indian flute, like ancient Han music, is played according to the pentatonic scale, which is the so-called Gong-Shang-Jiao-Zheng-Yu.

Of course, playing the flute horizontally and blowing the flute vertically, this Indian flute is not so much like a Chinese flute as it is like a flute.

And it just so happened that Zhu Fugui could play the flute.

Who doesn't have a hobby yet?

This young master used to be a boy chasing dreams!

Zhu Fugui took a deep breath, and then, a melodious melody began to echo slowly in the valley.

Chapter 007 "The Last of the Mohicans"

"One day I died,

Those who hate me, dance lightly,

Those who love me, tears like dew.

The next day, my body was buried deep in the ground, facing west,

Those who hate me look at my grave and smile,

People who love me don't dare to look back.

A year later, my bones have rotted, my grave is blown by rain and wind,

People who hate me still look annoyed when they mention me occasionally after dinner,

Those who love me, in the dead of night, to whom do they cry silent tears.

Ten years later, I have no body, only some bones.

Those who hate me only vaguely remember my name and have forgotten my face,

Those who love me deeply, when thinking of me, there is a short silence, and life gradually blurs everything.

Decades later, my tomb was blown away by rain and wind, leaving nothing but barrenness.

those who hate me forget me