After crossing, I marked the Empress

As a fire element awakener, Shen Han is currently able to maintain the flame coverage of the entire palm and wrist for only three seconds.

Three seconds is enough for many ordinary people to blink twice.

But for fast gunners, it is enough to shoot 15 shots in a row!

Shen Han had calculated in his heart that within these three seconds, he had to do two things.

One is that when you put your palm into the fire, you have to get the cigarette holder directly, and there is no time to search slowly.

The second is that before the iron cigarette holder burns himself, he has to present it in front of everyone.

She came here to break the ice, no matter whether the other party was deliberately making things difficult or not, she couldn't help but shrink back now.

Facing the amazed or probing eyes of the whole room, Shen Han suddenly raised his hand and slapped the burning fire.

The sudden gust of wind caused the fire to expand outward with a bang.

The sound of charcoal fire bursting can be heard endlessly.

There seemed to be a smell of fire and blood in the air.

The people of the Qubi tribe retreated several steps subconsciously.

The surprised faces gradually turned into astonishment.

"Snapped!"

Shen Han slapped the iron cigarette holder full of charcoal shavings on the table again: "High Priest, I have already given you the sincerity you asked for. I wonder what you plan to exchange with it?"

Shen Han's question was not abrupt, because the other party had clearly stated just now that for the first cooperation, both parties had to show sincerity.

The high priest looked away from his own cigarette holder on the table, and when he looked at Alha in front of him again, his face was a little more cautious.

He thought for a while, before slowly opening his mouth: "In two days, I will represent the Qubi Tribe to negotiate with the Shama Tribe on the division of Huangluozhi's picking areas. Come with me."

Hearing this, Su Mu immediately recovered from the shock just now.

She hurriedly said to her father: "Father, don't let her go! The place where Huang Luo Zhi grew up can't be known to outsiders."

The leader of Qubi shook his head indifferently: "Listen to the high priest."

Shen Han picked up the jacket he had put on the ground just now, covered his slightly burned arm, smiled at the high priest, and did not speak any more.

The meal has to be eaten one bite at a time, and now the result has exceeded her expectations, and it is not good to ask again.

The high priest looked at the person whom he knocked with the pipe just now: "Ash, find a clean room for the guest and take her to rest."

The young Ash whose name was called immediately lifted his spirits, called his two brothers, and surrounded Shen Han to guide her.

When leaving the yurt, he even took the initiative to lift the yurt curtain for the other party.

As soon as the group of people left the room, the biting cold wind immediately blew in their faces.

Shen Han hurriedly put on the jacket again, and pulled the zipper all the way to his neck, only then did the feeling of coldness in his bones ease a little.

Turning his head, he saw three tribal youths looking at his hands curiously.

She simply lifted up her sleeves so they could see them more clearly.

The young man named Ash stared at his eyes and asked, "How did you do it? Only the old witch doctor in the tribe can get things from the charcoal fire."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "But the old witch doctor had medicine on his hands, you didn't."

Shen Han smiled mysteriously at everyone, and said: "This is called a tactical foul, you must never learn it."

Ash and the three of them froze for a moment, and said to themselves: We can't learn even if we want to.

Although the three simple tribal youths didn't understand what the phrase 'tactical foul' meant, they all thought it was very powerful.

Not long after Shen Han entered the yurt, someone brought her hot water, food, herbs, and a set of clothes that only warriors in the Qubi tribe were qualified to wear.

Early the next morning, when she was walking in the tribe wearing a black and red costume embroidered with totems.

Every member of the Qubi tribe who saw her would stop and look at her for a long time.

In the Qubi tribe, black represents nobility and red represents bravery.

This warrior costume has always been worn only by those strong tribesmen who can tear pigs with bare hands.

Unexpectedly, this white, tall and thin alha could dress up the warrior uniform so well!

Shen Han paced all the way to the wooden cage where he was imprisoned yesterday.

The three young students who were locked inside were stunned.

I thought to myself: Didn’t this person escape from the cage last night?

It's all right if he wasn't caught and beaten by the people of the Qubi tribe, why are he running over to show off now?

Compared to the astonishment of the three students, the middle-aged man who resold supplies seemed to have lightning rolling in his mind.

He was very clear about the meaning of the warrior uniform worn by the other party.

I was shocked: what did that alha do?To be able to get the approval of the high priest of the tribe overnight!

After wandering around the wooden cage for a while, Shen Han went to chat with people in the tribe.

She now knows that people in these tribes are very aware of the lack of supplies in the places where they live, and they also have a great desire for supplies that can improve the quality of life.

Their stubbornness is not due to their resistance to science and technology, but because they are afraid that once modern civilization intervenes, their own culture and the inheritance of thousands of years will be cut off.

So they would rather do business with smugglers who resell supplies than accept the help and cooperation of federal government personnel.

Shen Han thought, this problem is actually not difficult to solve.

The idea of ​​taking care of classmates at home is not to assimilate all the people into assembly line workers.

As long as the line here is opened, Gu is fully capable of allowing the tribes to maintain their respective inheritance, and at the same time bring them a more convenient and affluent life.

Time soon came to the day when the two tribes agreed to negotiate.

Shen Han originally thought that he would travel with the high priest and others on horseback, but he never expected that a shriveled old man came out from the tribe with a walking tractor!

There were still six people sitting in the back of the tractor.

The burly little princess Su Mu was also in the car, and when she looked at herself, she stared viciously.

Shen Han didn't pay attention to the other party, but stared at the high priest beside him with a little surprise: "Who are you?"

The high priest explained calmly: "It's not convenient to hide a gun while riding a horse. We have an agreement with the Shama tribe. When negotiating, no one is allowed to carry a gun on their backs."

After listening to the high priest's words, Shen Han was secretly startled: This operation is really a show!

You are not allowed to carry a gun on your body, but is it okay to hide a gun in a tractor? !

When Shen Han and the high priest also got on the carriage, the group of people went on the road in a bumpy way.

Shen Han sat on the left with the high priest, and on the right sat the tribal youth Ash, and suddenly he felt as if he was squeezed into the subway during rush hour.

Su Mu sat directly opposite to Shen Han.

On the way, she couldn't help secretly looking at each other's hands.

There was no burn or redness, and the palms of his hands were like white jade stones used in tribal offerings, clean and beautiful.

Su Mu suddenly thought of the white and tender winter bamboo shoots, no, the winter bamboo shoots are not as good-looking as the other party's fingers.

The walking tractor spewed smoke all the way and traveled for more than two hours.

When he was about to drive into the meeting place agreed by the two tribes, Shen Han suddenly said to the high priest beside him: "Drive to the left for 500 meters."

The high priest looked at the shallow grass on the left, and told the shriveled old man who was driving to do the same.

Seeing that they were almost reaching their destination, that alha suddenly asked people to change direction, and then the high priest agreed, which made Su Mu feel a little angry.

She raised her eyes and glared at the person sitting across from her, but the other person turned sideways to look at the grass, which made her eye attack immediately in vain.

Shen Han stared at the fresh tire marks on the plaster floor, and could tell at a glance that they were not tractor ruts.

That's the trace of the off-road vehicle running over it!

The high priest also looked carefully at those car marks, and his face became ugly as he looked at it.

Although he couldn't tell what kind of car it was, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing for these traces to appear here.

"Turn around, go back!"

Shen Han's voice echoed low in the truck body, and was then drowned out by the tractor's noise.

Before the high priest had time to speak, Su Mu, who was sitting opposite Shen Han, finally couldn't help but said: "Why should I listen to you?"

Shen Han just glanced at her, and then instructed Ash on the right to lead the crowd to load and load the earthen rifles quietly, and put them in an easy-to-reach place by their feet.

At this time, the high priest had already told the old man who was driving to turn around quickly as Shen Han said.

In fact, he couldn't tell why he listened to that strange alha's words, but he had an intuition in his heart that this strange alha would not harm him.

Just when their tractor drove back less than 1 kilometer.

Two men from the Shama tribe chased up from behind on horseback.

"The high priest of the Qubi tribe, the leader asked us to pick you up!"

"You are going in the wrong direction, come back quickly!"

At this time, all the Qubi people on the tractor felt that something was wrong.

Because the timing of the opponent's appearance was too coincidental.

As soon as he turned around and was about to leave, they chased after him, and this place was actually still some distance away from the agreed place.

"What to do? They must be ambushing people behind."

The high priest's voice was urgent and deep. He couldn't figure out why the people of the Sharma tribe did this, so he subconsciously asked Alha beside him for his idea.

This scene was unbelievable to the Qubi people in the car.

Because their high priest has always been the leader of the entire tribe.

But such a person now handed over the decision-making power to the Alha beside him.

Shen Han kicked up an earthen rifle and held it in his palm, and said quickly: "The speed of the tractor is too slow, and the target is too focused, go to the forest in front, then abandon the car and enter, you can tell the old man who is driving, let him leave later. Don't stop anyway!"

Just finished speaking, two strong men from the Shama tribe chased him 100 meters away on horseback.

Seeing that one of them took out a pistol from his pocket, Shen Han immediately raised the barrel of the gun and pulled the trigger towards the other's shoulder.

The huge gunshots startled a group of winter sparrows in the forest not far away, and scared the Shama man who had just pulled out his gun.

The soil rifles in the tribe have a short range and poor accuracy.

Shen Han's first shot didn't hit the target.

She immediately kicked up another loaded firearm, recalled the deviation of the bullet just now, corrected the ballistic, and pulled the trigger again.

Not far away, the shoulders of the strong man on the horse shook and he fell off the horse.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

Just as the second gunshot fell, two off-road vehicles suddenly rushed out on the slope far behind the tractor.

The wide wheels swirled mud debris in the air, like two huge beasts, rushing towards Shen Han and his group.