It wasn't until after dinner that Zhang Heng had time to check his character panel, and his information was updated again.
Name: Zhang Heng
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Player number: 079
Number of rounds played: 3
Current game points: 777
Holds: Key of Shadow (E), Moment of Shadow (D)
Skills mastered: piano lv1, language proficiency lv1 (three languages reach daily communication level), modification and maintenance lv1, skiing lv1, rock climbing lv1, archery lv2, field survival lv2, car driving skills lv2, shooting lv2
Evaluation: The player is protected by the shadows, and possesses the skills of car driving, shooting, field survival, and archery. He has a certain ability to protect himself, but has no obvious strengths. He is expected to pass the seven rounds of the game.
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After three months of practice in the real world, Zhang Heng's rock climbing has finally broken through from lv0 to lv1 with the addition of 4 o'clock. Now he can climb most artificial rock walls with his bare hands, and natural rock walls depend on the situation Depending on the angle, the rock quality may affect the difficulty of climbing.
Shooting and skiing are the two new skills he acquired in the last dungeon. Among them, shooting is also the most talented skill he has shown so far. It only took one month to improve from a rookie who just touched a gun. He reached the level of LV1, and that night he and Simon escaped from the guerrilla camp, and fought against the mysterious master by the lake, which also stimulated the potential in his body.
In the end, not only did he win the life-and-death battle, but he also raised his shooting skills to lv2.
And this is not the end, he stayed with Simon all the time during his life in Sweden, the two often went hunting together in the mountains, Simon taught him all the skills including rapid fire, so Zhang Heng's current shooting In fact, his level has already far surpassed lv2, but he doesn't know how far he is from lv3.
In fact, he also discovered that when a skill reaches lv2, it becomes very difficult to improve, because this already means that you have reached an extremely good level among ordinary people, and there will be more and more room for improvement after that The narrower it is, taking his lv2 archery as an example, Zhang Heng has already felt that he can only maintain this level at most with practice, and if he wants to be promoted to the next level, he must have some other external stimulus.
It's like the life-and-death duel by the lake that night, but this kind of thing is not so easy to encounter. If possible, Zhang Heng even hopes that he never wants to encounter it.
Understanding the current situation, Zhang Heng closed the character panel.
After nightfall, the wind and waves on the sea also increased. Zhang Heng lay on the hammock, feeling that the dinner he just had had been swaying back and forth in his stomach. He had been on a sea boat before, but it was not long, only half a day, and the sea The wind and waves were relatively calm, so I didn't get seasick.
But this time the situation was obviously different, especially in the crowded sailor cabin, lying with a group of pirates who hadn't bathed for an unsure how long, the air was mixed with all kinds of unpleasant smells, so I didn't have a good time. After a long time, Zhang Heng couldn't help but vomited out.
The pirates laughed loudly when they saw this, "Are you kidding me, are you a young boy who went to sea for the first time?"
"Yeah, I'm already starting to regret letting him join us on deck." Another pirate echoed.
Life at sea is boring, so having fun is a basic skill for pirates.
But there are also helpful guys among them. A black pirate handed Zhang Heng a wooden bucket so that he could spit in it, and also poured him a glass of water.
"Thanks."
After vomiting, Zhang Heng also felt better, rinsed his mouth with fresh water and thanked him.
"You're welcome, don't take their words to heart, those guys are just stinky mouths, people are not bad, you will find out after you stay for a long time." The black pirate stretched out a hand, "Goodwin, sea lion gunner."
"Zhang Heng." Zhang Heng held the barrel with one hand and completed the handshake with the other.
"I saw your performance on the deck before. It was very impressive. What did you do before, soldier?" Goodwin said enthusiastically.
"Basically, I did participate in... a war before."
"Did you win?"
"It doesn't count, but at least I and the people I care about survived."
"You are so lucky, I also participated in a war, but we lost," Goodwin pulled his collar, revealing the brand on his left chest.
"My tribe was defeated by another tribe, they killed my father and mother, and the elders of the tribe, and sold me and my brother and six-year-old sister to a slave team, I don't remember How long have we been on the boat? At that time, everyone was shackled and crowded in the small warehouse on the bottom floor, one by one, unable to move. In fact, there was no room to breathe. When we arrived at the area surrounded by them When I called it the New World, there were 300 black people on the ship, and less than 80 people were still breathing, and my brother died in my arms."
"Sorry to hear that." Zhang Heng said.
The black slave trade began in the 15th century and reached its peak in the 17th and 18th centuries. The reclamation and construction of colonies required a lot of cheap labor. It was obviously unrealistic to rely on meager European immigrants, so businessmen turned their attention to Africa and Europe. Countries competed to set up trading posts and fortresses there, or provoke the relationship between the tribes, bought war prisoners, or hunted black slaves by themselves.
The era that Zhang Heng lives in today is the time when the triangular trade is flourishing. Merchants set off from Europe to Africa to buy black slaves, then transport the black slaves to the Americas, sell them to American plantations and farmers, and then sell them to America. Special products such as gold, coffee, and cotton were transported to Europe, so as to obtain astonishing huge profits.
This situation did not improve until the end of the 18th century and the beginning of the 19th century, when countries such as Britain, France, and the United States gradually banned the black slave trade. However, although the government no longer supports this kind of behavior, private smuggling is still rampant, and the black slave trade will not really decline. Wait until the 1860s, that's a story.
"I was bought by a coffee planter in Charleston, and worked there for eight years, and then sold to be a sailor on a ship where I did the most work and the worst food, until she found us."
"who?"
"Sea Lion, she gave me freedom and accepted me. The people on board treated me as a companion. Brother, we looked after each other's backs during the battle. There is no such thing as master and slave here. We are all equal free people. , and, we all have a common home.”
"where?"
"Nassau."