Veterans who have fought in the battlefield often have a keen intuition about danger. It is not known whether this feeling is cultivated on the battlefield, or whether people with this feeling are more likely to survive. Anyway, Chen Hansheng is such a person. When he felt from the corner of his eye that one of the archers seemed to move his arm, the fighting feeling accumulated over the years made him react involuntarily. His body immediately turned to the side, turned ninety degrees, and quickly pressed down with both hands to block the basin in front of his chest. In an instant, he felt a surge of force coming from his hands, and an arrow slanted across the basin and flew past him. Chen Hansheng used this force to roll on the ground and rolled into the ditch on the side of the road.
At this time, the guns behind him also started to fire, and Wang Jiyuan decisively ordered them to open fire, but they did not shoot at anyone. After a burst of bangs, the fences were hit and the earth and rocks flew, and several of the wooden fences were broken, and the natives were beaten so hard that they could not raise their heads, but no one was really hurt.
But the noise alone frightened the natives. They saw the strange sticks held by the other side suddenly spurt out flames. With the strange noise, some unclear objects hit them. The arm-thick wooden sticks broke in two, and the two-finger-thick stone bricks turned into gravel. Several people were cut by the exploded stones and wood chips and bled all over their faces.
At this time, even the bravest people were stunned by this "magic". Some people immediately fell to the ground and prayed devoutly, while others were so scared that they could not move and stood there until they wet their pants. However, most people screamed loudly and ran away like frightened deer.
"Stop!" Wang Jiyuan saw it clearly before. He knew that the other party did not attack intentionally. He also saw that Chen Hansheng was not hit by an arrow, but he was afraid that someone would follow suit and shoot arrows at Chen Hansheng, so he opened fire to suppress it. Now there was almost no native standing on the opposite side, and the goal was achieved. After all, persuading them to do business was the right way. He asked a soldier to meet Chen Hansheng, and the others remained alert.
After hearing the gunfire stop, Chen Hansheng climbed out of the ditch carefully. The arrow just now also scared him into a cold sweat. However, he was a veteran who had been on the battlefield after all. Compared with the rain of bullets in modern warfare, the current movement was really a piece of cake. He strode towards the enemy's fortifications. Wang Jiyuan's ability to seize the opportunity and decisively open fire gave him more confidence. He trusted this man with his back.
"Lao Chen! Come back soon." The soldier who came to support growled while running wildly behind.
Rookie, after the firepower cover has achieved such a good effect, it is natural to charge forward. This is simply instinct for Chen Hansheng. As for the option of retreating, it has never entered his mind. Not only did he not stop, but he made a gesture to the back to catch up.
"Li Zi and Shitou stay here to provide cover, Xiao Cai follow me." Wang Jiyuan realized that they must expand the results of the battle and subdue the natives. He quickly rushed to the fortifications with another soldier.
Chen Hansheng ran a few more steps and found that the leader of the opposite side finally showed his head from behind the low wall and was looking around with lingering fear. The two of them met eyes again. Unlike the irritability and vigilance just now, the man's eyes now showed fear and confusion.
"Deal, deal! No fighting, no fighting!" Chen Hansheng yelled at the other party in the Spanish he had just learned. He waved his hand back, telling the soldiers who came to support him not to approach casually, and he slowed down his pace and walked towards the low wall step by step.
When he got closer, he could see clearly that the leader was a strong man with chestnut hair. He couldn't tell how old he was, but his face was quite weathered. The previous round of gunfire had frightened him and he fell to the ground, and now his face was covered with sand. When the man saw Chen Hansheng coming with a basin, he also stood up and held the bow tightly to his chest, but he didn't aim at Chen Hansheng. The people around him didn't dare to raise their weapons again.
Chen Hansheng swaggered to the fortifications, raised the washbasin, banged it a few times, grinned and said loudly: "Good! Gift! Good!" Then he stuffed the washbasin into the other person's arms.
Giving gifts is a science, and it must be done in accordance with the right time, right place, and right people. When, where, and to whom you give gifts are all very particular. If you give the right gifts, everyone will be happy, but if you give the wrong gifts, it may even cause trouble. I don't know if it's because Lao Chen's style is particularly heroic, and Wang Jiyuan's gunfire and rain of bullets add to the fun, which fits the wild personality of the natives. Although Lao Chen's gift has a bit of a forced sale flavor, the effect seems to be good.
The leading native looked at the basin over and over again, revealing an emotion of not wanting to let it go. The natives around him, who were originally scared to death, also ran back curiously, looking at the basin and watching Chen Hansheng and others.
Li Jia reacted quickly. Seeing that there was a chance, he quickly asked the other people to push the cart over. Now the battlefield had immediately become a trading market. The locals gathered around to see the strange scene.
Li Jia generously picked out a mirror, a pair of slippers and an umbrella for them to see for free. These unheard-of things made these country bumpkins very excited.
He saw a guy who had just been scratched and bleeding, screamed miserably after seeing himself in the mirror, as if he had seen a ghost, and then fainted. The guy next to him didn't even think of helping him, but jumped into the air and grabbed the mirror, rolling on the ground in joy.
He saw a big idiot grab a small-sized women's slipper, but he couldn't fit his foot into it no matter what, so he had to put his glove in. He triumphantly slapped a guy next to him with this new weapon, which eventually led to a bloody murder.
He also saw a middle-aged man who grabbed an umbrella and struggled for a long time to figure out how to use it. Finally, this creative guy hung the umbrella upside down on his arm and used it as a big basket, and put a lot of fruits in it. Unexpectedly, the umbrella could not bear the force and turned into a big trumpet, causing the fruits to roll all over the ground, causing a scramble.
Li Jia couldn't help but laugh out loud. It seemed that these people were not so ferocious after all.
"Brass! Food! Food!" Chen Hansheng gestured to feed the food and loudly helped Zhang Hong explain to the leader. He already knew the leader's name and knew that this person had always been quite prestigious in the town, so he temporarily became the leader to protect the town.
"Chen! Good man! Yes!" Bras nodded, took out a palm-sized piece of black bread from his arms, turned his head to look at the number of people, and broke his fingers several times, then tore the black bread into six small pieces with great effort. He gave a small piece to Chen Hansheng, Wang Jiyuan and the four soldiers, "Eat!" The rest of the people were probably not in his eyes, so he automatically ignored them.
Chen Hansheng looked at the bread. It was not much different from coal briquettes, and it smelled like sweat. He stuffed the bread into Zhang Hong's hand, pointed at the cart, and made a gesture of holding a big ball, "More, more, change."
Brass looked at the crowd watching over the cart, then looked at the basin in his hand, and said something to Zhang Hong in a gibberish.
"He said that our things look good, but seem to be useless," Zhang Hong said with a bitter face.
"Useless? Bumpkin!" These words made Chen Han angry and amused. I am willing to exchange a treasure from the industrial age for something you can't even swallow, and you're still not happy
After all, Lao Chen had sold steamed buns before, so he knew that he had to shout to sell things. He took a basin from the cart, ran to the ditch in the field, and scooped up a basin of water in one go. He held the basin up to the sunlight to show the leader, and the ripples through the basin looked crystal clear and lively, so beautiful that Bras was stunned.
Chen Hansheng poured the water in the basin into the thermos, covered it with a lid, shook it vigorously, and handed it to Blass, motioning him to shake it as well. Blass shook it vigorously for a long time, but not a drop of water splashed out of the bottle.
"Tell him it's a piece of cake. This bottle can keep things warm!" Chen Hansheng said to Zhang Hong. He held up an umbrella and handed it to Bras, asking him to hold it. Then he poured water from the thermos onto the umbrella. A drop of water spilled around, but not a drop flowed onto his body. Only then did Bras understand how to use an umbrella.
Finally, Chen Hansheng walked back and forth on the muddy ground that had just been soaked in plastic slippers, and lifted up his feet to show the other party that they were neither wet nor dirty.
"Change?" Chen Hansheng asked again.
"Change!" This time not only did Brass answer quickly, but the natives watching the excitement around the flatbed truck also answered in unison.
"Old Chen, you really know how to do business." Li Jia said happily as he looked at the farmers who were going home to carry their grain.
After the demonstration, the natives understood the value of these good things and actively went home to bring food to exchange for these treasures they had never seen before. Li Jia and others were surprised to find that the food here was not much different from that on Earth. The main output of the farmers here was a kind of large-grain wheat, which was nearly half the size of the wheat on Earth. The staple food made from it was the black bread that Bras had mentioned above. After discussion, everyone decided to exchange wheat as the main food, supplemented by some lettuce, water spinach and beans.
After several rounds of bargaining, Chen Hansheng and they agreed on a price. A pair of slippers could be exchanged for about a bag of 30 kilograms of wheat. A washbasin could be exchanged for two bags, an umbrella for three bags, and as for mirrors and thermos, he found that the farmers did not have much demand for them and could not get a good price, so he simply offered a sky-high price of ten bags of grain for a small mirror and twenty bags of grain for a thermos.
"This kind of thing is only good-looking but not useful to farmers, so we should sell it as a luxury item, mark the price dozens of times higher, and then sell it to rich people in the future." Chen Hansheng was very proud.
Soon, someone brought food back and exchanged it for slippers and other "curiosities". Within ten minutes, the food on the ground began to pile up.
However, just as the townspeople went home to get food to exchange for good things, a large group of people suddenly ran out of the town with various weapons. Chen Hansheng and Li Jia recognized the tall man in the lead at a glance. He was the scarred man who wanted to catch them at the school gate!