I Have 48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng didn’t have time to check his character panel until after dinner, and his information was updated again.

Name: Zhang Heng

Sex: Male

Age: 19

Player ID: 07958

Experienced rounds: 3

Current game points: 777

Holder: Key of Shadow (E), Moment of Shadow (D)

Master skills: piano lv1, language proficiency lv1 (three languages ​​reach daily communication level), modification and maintenance lv1, skiing lv1, rock climbing lv1, archery lv2, wild survival lv2, car driving technology lv2, shooting lv2

Evaluation: The player is sheltered by the shadows, and has the skills of car driving, shooting, field survival, and archery. He has certain self-protection capabilities, but he has no obvious strengths. It is expected to pass the seven-round game.

Uh …

After three months of practice in the real world, under the 48-hour bonus, Zhang Heng’s rock climbing finally broke from lv0 to lv1. Now he can climb most of the artificial rock walls with his bare hands. Natural rock walls depend on the situation. Depending on the angle and rock quality, it may affect the difficulty of climbing.

Shooting and skiing are the two new skills he acquired in the last copy. Among them, shooting is also the most talented skill he has shown so far. It took only one month to upgrade from a newcomer who just touched the gun. To the level of LV1, and that night he and Simon escaped from the guerrilla camp and confronted the mysterious masters by the lake, which also inspired the potential in his body.

In the end, he not only won the battle of life and death, but also improved his shooting skills to lv2.

And this is not the end. After that time in Sweden, he stayed with Simon. The two often went hunting in the mountains together. Simon taught him all the skills, including fast fire, so Zhang Heng now shoots. In fact, the level has already far exceeded lv2, but he doesn’t know how far away from lv3.

In fact, he also found that it will be very difficult to improve after a skill reaches lv2, because it already means that you have reached an extremely good level among ordinary people, and the space for improvement will increase. The more narrow, taking his lv2 archery as an example, Zhang Heng has felt that he can only maintain this level at most by practicing. If he wants to be promoted to the next level, there must be some other external stimulus.

I was like a life-and-death showdown by the lake that night, but this kind of thing was not so easy to encounter. If possible, Zhang Heng even hoped that he would never want to encounter it.

Understanding the current situation, Zhang Heng closed the character panel.

After the night, the wind and waves on the sea also increased. Zhang Heng was lying in a hammock, feeling that the dinner he had just eaten had been swaying back and forth in his stomach. He had also taken a sea boat before, but it was not long, only half a day, and at sea. The wind and waves were relatively calm, so there was no seasickness.

But this time the situation is obviously different, especially in the crowded sailor’s warehouse, lying with a group of pirates who are not sure how long they have n’t taken a bath. How long, Zhang Heng couldn’t help vomiting.

The pirates burst into laughter when they saw this. “Just a joke, are you the first baby to go to sea?”

是 “Yeah, I’ve started to regret asking him to join us on the deck before,” another pirate echoed.

Life at sea is boring, so having fun is also a basic skill for pirates.

But there are also helpful guys in this, a black pirate handed Zhang Heng a wooden bucket so that he could spit in it, in addition to helping him pour a glass of water.

“Thank you.”

After vomiting, Zhang Heng felt better, rinsed his mouth with fresh water and thanked him.

“You’re welcome. Don’t take their words to heart. Those guys just smell bad. People are not bad. You will find them after a long time.” The black pirate stretched out a hand. “Goodwin, Sea Lion Gunner’s gunner. “

“Zhang Heng.” Zhang Heng held the barrel in one hand and completed the handshake with the other.

“I saw your previous performance on the deck. It was very impressive. What did you do before, soldier?” Goodwin was cheerful.

差不多 “Almost, I did participate in a war before …”

“Did you win?”

不 “No, but at least the people I care about and I have survived.”

“You are so lucky. I also participated in a war, but we failed,” Goodwin opened his collar, revealing the imprint on his left chest.

“My tribe was defeated by another tribe. They killed my father and mother, and the old people in the tribe. They sold me, my brother, and my six-year-old sister to a slave-trap. I do n’t remember. How long have we been on the boat? At that time, everyone was wearing shackles and squeezed into the narrow warehouse on the ground floor, one by one, unable to move, in fact, there was no space to breathe ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Dang When we arrived at what they called the New World, there were three hundred black people on the ship, and there were less than eighty people still breathing, and my brother died in my arms. “

“Sorry to hear this.” Zhang Hengdao.

The slave trade began in the 15th century and reached its peak in the 17th and 18th centuries. The reclamation and construction of the colonies required a large amount of cheap labor. It was obviously unrealistic to rely on thin European immigrants. Countries are scrambling to set up business stations and fortresses, or stir up relations between tribes, buy war prisoners, or hunt slaves themselves.

Today, Zhang Heng is in an era when the triangular trade is booming. Businessmen set off from Europe, went to Africa, purchased slaves, and then shipped slaves to the Americas, sold them to plantations and farmers in the Americas, and then sold the Americas. Special gold, coffee, cotton and other special products will be shipped to Europe to earn amazing profits.

This situation did not improve until the late 18th and early 19th centuries, when Britain, France, the United States, and other countries gradually banned the slave trade. However, although the government no longer supports this behavior, private smuggling is still rampant. By the 1960s, that would be the last word.

“I was bought by a coffee planter in Charleston, worked there for eight years, and then sold to a boat as a sailor, doing the most work, but the worst food until she found us.”

“Who?”

“Sea Lion, she gave me freedom and accepted me. The people above treated me as a companion, brother. When we fight, we look after each other’s back. There is no set of masters and slaves. We are all equal free people. And, we all have a common home. “

“Where?”

“Nassau.”