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The old chief, who was standing a hundred meters away, burst out laughing. Where did this young lady come from?

But he could feel the concern in the woman's voice. She was a good woman, kind and caring for his son. It would be perfect to be a wife. "With a woman like her looking after my son, he can rest assured." However, she had to be able to support herself. She must be a useful woman. "

The old chief insisted stubbornly with the old man.

The tribe did not raise useless people, not even women.

"..."

It was only when everyone had left that Qiu returned to the hut in a trance. He opened his right hand, which he had been tightly holding, and was immediately shocked by what he saw. In that palm were two bullets that were more than the width of his palm.

Qiu was no stranger to bullets for a hunter who lived in intense conflict between humans and beasts. He could tell what they were just by touching them, but he had never seen bullets like these.

"It should be a bullet from an automatic rifle. But what gun had such a big bullet? What a big rifle. " Autumn measured its width with her finger, and was very puzzled about it.

Tribes belonged to a nomadic society. As the lowest end of all civilizations, the most commonly used guns were the bird guns. The most common guns were the front-loaded flintlock guns and the front-loaded blaster guns. In a world where even semi-automatic rifles were scarce, it took her a long time to think and remember.

Finally, he remembered.

"These are two high-explosive rounds for anti-equipment rifles. The caliber is about 20 mm." He had seen pictures and introductions of them from traveling merchants only because they were too expensive to admit.

Even though he had tried repeatedly using his fingers, he wasn't too sure.

Because the grassland did not produce any metal, the price of any metal products here was shocking. Even the daily cooking pots and kitchen knives were considered luxury goods. A metal bullet like this was, of course, a luxury item.

Autumn touched their expensive metal shells and guessed their prices.

"This is a high grade item that even the most powerful tribes cannot afford!" Although owning them was the dream of most tribes. But Cho did not even dare to reveal them, because he knew what it meant to be rich and not to be seen to be rich.

"This... "This …" Qiu asked suspiciously. He remembered the price, a hundred steel coins apiece.

Why would a woman that sold for twenty steel coins bring such a precious item?

"Use this and come back alive." Bai Xiaosjing said to him.

"Autumn embraced his wife from behind, then murmured." I'll use it to hunt for you more, I promise. "

"..."

What kind of prey was worth shooting with such a bullet?

"It must be a mammoth." Qiu thought excitedly.

Mammoth was a red beast that had been mutated from an old elephant. It had an average height of eight meters, a weight of more than twenty tons, and huge tusks that were sharper than a knight's lance. This monster, known for its fiery temper and its terrible aggressiveness, can trample a large tribe on its own.

Thus, hunting mammoths had already surpassed the pursuit of flesh and blood, as well as ivory. It was the pursuit of courage and honor as well as the challenge of humans. Warriors who successfully hunted mammoths, whether fighting them alone or in groups, were all given a resounding title — Mammoth Warriors.

No matter in which world or country, the title is equally respected.

But the mammoth had inherited almost all of the intelligence of the old elephants, and was a social creature. Therefore, most of the solo warriors were divided into groups. As for the people who hunted it, at least thirty of them were killed every year. In any case, Qiu was not stupid enough to think that he could hunt it with just one gun and two bullets.

Furthermore, the bullets that Bai Xiaoshen had given him were for the purpose of using anti-equipment. A tribe like Autumn would certainly not have any kind of anti-equipment. They didn't even have a decent rifle, only two old homemade hunting rifles.

That was why Qiu had sent them to the travelling travelling merchant in exchange for twenty rounds of high-powered bullets that he had never used before, as well as some necessities. He knew he was at a disadvantage in this business, but if he bought and sold at a price, what would the merchants eat?

The Moon Shadow Beast was a medium-sized, nocturnal cat that weighed between fifty to eighty kilograms. It possessed the sharp claws and strength to smack an adult male's head. Although it was a solo beast, its excellent stealth skills made it hard for most people to see its real appearance.

Carrying his bullets and his gun, Qiu-Li headed towards the Moon Shadow Beast's habitat, which was twenty kilometers away. Since he had wasted the entire tribe's hunting gains with his own desire, he had to accomplish the task alone.

Although this was difficult, he was in a hurry to prove his worth to his wife, so he was not afraid.

He took a strand of hair from his neck and brought it to his lips for a kiss. This was Bai Xiaoshen's hair.

It was good to have a woman waiting for him by the fire, to make Cho feel like a real man.

He turned toward the safer and easier prey. Since he was no longer alone, of course he could not disappoint his wife who was waiting at home. He could not risk the happiness of two people.

In the caravan whose ultimate goal was profit, dozens of pairs of eyes stared helplessly at Qiu Jianhan as they whispered to each other. However, due to some unwritten rules, they didn't dare to make a scene. This was especially true for the two people in charge of the military trade in the caravan. They did not open their mouths to speak until autumn had gone far away. "Old man, you are hurting the interest of the group. This item is worth the most in the city …"

"It's autumn." "The old merchant muttered reminiscently, stopping his young companion from complaining." "It's the mammoth hunting season again …"

"Of course I know what a mammoth is. I'm a licensed businessman." He showed off a medal he wore on his chest, a business license issued to certified businessmen, who, because they didn't have enough steel coins to feed their greedy stomachs, were unable to have the glory of doing business for forty years.

"Without looking at a shiny medal, the old merchant said to himself," For those who are blinded by blood and violence, we must have enough force to deter them. "

The young merchant became impatient. He spat out a mouthful of water and said, "The older you are, the more confused you become. The more you live, the more cowardly you become."

His eyes sparkled with the pursuit of steel and honor. It was bad enough to be forced to waste his life in such a barren and boring place. Why did he have to listen to an old man who didn't like to use his seniority to his advantage? "His eyes swept across his other colleague and he became excited." Hey! Is there a young girl who is acting like a cute little girl? "

She brought her caravan and was about to go out. This was a difficult journey that took more than ten days.

Seeing his companion in such a state, the old merchant sighed and said nothing. He knew that the most convincing thing would always be bloodshed and brutality.

If young people are not baptized, they will never grow up.

The old merchant looked out at the vast prairie and let his thoughts carry him further.

Silently, he put away the two bullets. The old merchant knew that his comrades would put this on his head.

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