48 Hours a Day

Until after dinner, Zhang Heng had time to check his character panel, and his information was updated again.

Name: Zhang Heng

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Player Number: 07958

Number of games passed: 3

Current game points: 777

Holdings: Shadow Spoon (E), Shadow Moment (D)

Mastering skills: piano lv1, language proficiency lv1 (three languages reach daily communication standards), modification and maintenance lv1, skiing lv1, rock climbing lv1, arrow lv2, field survival lv2, car driving technology lv2, shooting lv2

Rating: The player is sheltered by the shadows and possesses skills such as car driving, shooting, field survival and arrow technology, with a certain degree of self-protection ability, but no obvious strengths, and is expected to pass seven rounds of games.

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After three months of practice in the real world, with the addition of 48 hours, Zhang Heng's rock climbing finally broke from LV0 to LV1. Now he can climb most artificial rock walls with his hands. Natural rock walls depend on the circumstances, angle, rock mass can affect the climbing difficulty.

Shooting and skiing were the two new skills he had acquired in his last copy, of which shooting was also the most gifted skill he had ever demonstrated, taking only a month to upgrade from a newcomer to LV1, and then that night he and Simon escaped from the guerrilla camp, confronting the mysterious master by the lake and unleashing the potential in his body.

Eventually, he not only won the battle for life and death, but also upgraded his shooting skills to lv2.

And that wasn't the end of his life in Sweden after that, he stayed with Simon, who used to go hunting in the mountains together, and Simon taught him all the skills, including quick-fire, so Zhang Heng's shooting level was already well over LV2, but he didn't know how far away LV3 was.

In fact, he also found that when a skill reaches lv2, it becomes very difficult to think about upgrading, because it already means that you have reached an extremely good level among ordinary people, and then the space for progress will become narrower and narrower. In the case of his lv2 archery, for example, Zhang Heng has already felt that he can only maintain this level by practicing. In order to move to the next level, there must be some other external stimulus.

It's like that night's life and death showdown by the lake, but this kind of thing is not so good to meet, if possible, Zhang Heng even hope never want to meet.

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

After nightfall, the wind wave on the sea also grew, Zhang Heng lay on the hammock, feeling that the dinner he had just eaten had been swinging around in his stomach, he had been on a sea boat before, but it was not long, only half a day, and the sea wave was relatively calm, so he had not fainted.

This time, however, the situation was clearly different, especially in the crowded sailor's warehouse, lying with a group of pirates who were unsure how long they had not showered, and the air mixed all sorts of unpleasant smells, so not long later, Zhang Heng couldn't help but throw up.

The pirates burst into laughter, “Are you kidding me? Are you the first girl to go out? ”

“Yeah, I've been starting to regret letting him join us on deck before.” Another pirate is accompanied by peace.

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

But there are also helpful guys here, a black pirate handed Zhang Heng a barrel so he could throw up in it, in addition to pouring him a glass of water.

“Thank you.”

Zhang Heng felt a little better after vomiting, and rinsed his mouth with fresh water to say thank you.

“You're welcome, don't worry about what they say. Those guys just stink. People aren't bad. You'll find out after a long time.” Black pirates reach out with one hand, "Goodwin, gunner of the Sea Lion. ”

“Zhang Heng.” Zhang Heng held the barrel in one hand and finished shaking his hand with the other.

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

“Almost. I did participate in a war before. ”

“Did you win? ”

“Not really, but at least me and the people I care about survived. ”

“Luckily for you, I was in a war, but we failed," Goodwin pulled his collar open and branded his left chest.

“My tribe was defeated by another tribe, and they killed my father and mother, and the elderly in the tribe, and sold me and my brother and my sister-in-law to a slave hunting team, and I don't remember how long we were on a boat, and everybody was shackled, squeezed in a tiny cargo hold on the bottom, one at a time, unable to move, and actually had no breathing space, and when we got to what they called the new continent, 300 blacks on the whole boat, less than 80 people could breathe, and my brother died in my arms. ”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Zhang Hengdao.

The black slave trade began in the 15th century, culminating in the 17th and 18th centuries, when colonial reclamation and construction required a large amount of cheap labour, and it was clearly unrealistic to rely on thin European immigrants alone, so merchants turned their attention to Africa, where European countries competed to set up shopping stations and fortifications, or to provoke inter-tribal relations, acquire prisoners of war, or hunt black slaves themselves.

Zhang Heng is now in the era of a boom in triangular trade. Merchants travel from Europe to Africa, buy black slaves, then transport them to the Americas, sell them to plantations and farmers in the Americas, and then transport American specialties such as gold, coffee and cotton to Europe for amazing profits.

This situation did not improve until the end of the 18th century and the early 19th century, when countries such as England, France and the United States gradually banned the black slave trade, although official support for such practices was no longer forthcoming, and private smuggling remained rampant, and the real recession of the black slave trade had to wait until the 1960s, which was the last word.

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

“Who?”

“The Sea Lion, she gave me freedom, she accepted me, and the people above saw me as a companion, brother, in battle, and we looked after each other's backs, and there was no master slave set, and we were all equal free men, and we all had a common home. ”

“Where?”

“Nassau. ”