From Robinson Crusoe

The solid material greatly increases the weight of the armor.

When it was placed in the acrylic packaging, Chen Zhou thought that it was the thick acrylic board that added weight to the entire reward.

It was not until he pushed the cart back to the camp at the foot of the mountain, opened the outer packaging in the central house, removed the armor from the armor rack and held it in his hands that he realized that this thing was much heavier than he had imagined.

The entire set of armor, from the helmet to the shin guard, has two layers of wear-resistant leather lining. The outer armor plates are made of stainless steel, and the fluff on the edging looks like natural animal hair, but Chen Zhou can't tell what animal's hair it is.

Holding all the parts in his hands and weighing them, he felt that the armor weighed at least 40 kilograms, or even close to 50 kilograms.

The aesthetic design of the armor can be said to be very outstanding, but the weight is not something that ordinary people can easily bear.

Considering that the Iron Pagoda was a cavalryman, most of the weight of the armor would be borne by the warhorse. While understanding the designer's idea, Chen Zhou basically gave up the idea of wearing this set of armor to fight the natives.

Not to mention that he was just an ordinary man who was slightly stronger, even a general who had experienced many battles would find it difficult to complete a long battle wearing this armor.

Besides, the wooden arrows and wooden swords of the natives can be resisted with leather armor, so there is no need to wear metal armor. It's like using a butcher knife to kill a nut.

More importantly, this armor is not easy to wear.

As a person who had woven armor with rattan himself and was quite familiar with armor, Chen Zhou found it very difficult to put on the armor by himself. It took him nearly half an hour to put it on.

In his armor, he looked quite intimidating.

He is 1.84 meters tall, and looks more than 1.9 meters tall after putting on armor. He is dressed in black from head to toe, and has a cold and chilling look.

The visor almost protects the entire face. Under a pair of fierce eyes are layers of shoulder pads piled up like a pagoda, a broad chest, and heavy shoulder guards.

Further down, there are black waist protectors, crotch protectors, and hip protectors, as well as shin guards to protect the calves.

The exterior is made of stainless steel plates with maximum defensive properties, and the interior is padded with two layers of leather. If Chen Zhou is asked to describe how it feels to wear it, Chen Zhou can only answer - stuffy!

The island is already hot during the dry season, and after putting on his armor, Chen Zhou felt like he was locked in an iron cage.

There were only two long openings on the helmet for looking outward. As his body was bearing the weight, his field of vision was compressed to the extreme, and he could only see a small part of the scene in front of him and on both sides.

This psychological dullness and the non-breathable leather together caused a double dullness in body and mind. He was sweating after wearing it for just a few minutes.

“I didn’t expect this thing to be able to keep out the cold and keep warm. It would be a great piece of clothing in my hometown in winter.

Here, you'd better take it off as soon as possible! "

After walking a few steps, trying to move his hands and feet, and fully feeling the weight of the "Iron Pagoda", Chen Zhou immediately took off his helmet and began to remove his armor.

……

The two natives who were in the house watched Chen Zhou transform from a giant into a monster in black armor, and then watched the monster transform back into a familiar god. They were extremely shocked.

"Are these things on us the same as those on the gods?"

Dodoru touched the corner of his clothes, thinking secretly.

He recalled the scene of the gods defeating the enemy tribal warriors yesterday, and the costumes that disappeared from the gods after he returned to their residence. He gradually realized that the principles behind these things were similar.

"Why don't our tribe make something like this? That way we can always win the battles."

Dodoru thought.

He felt that he had made an astonishing discovery, but now he was under the eyes of the gods. Out of respect and fear for Chen Zhou, he did not dare to speak. He just secretly pulled Atun's arm and then grinned.

"When I go back at night, I must tell Ah Tuan about this..."

……

Chen Zhou had no idea of the little thoughts of the aboriginal boy, and he had no idea why Friday, whom Robinson rescued, was a chatterbox with an overflowing desire to express himself, while the two aboriginals he rescued were like taciturn people who didn't say a word to him.

He only knew that being vain came at a price.

In less than ten minutes, he was sweating after putting on the armor. It was not until he took off the armor and felt the breeze blowing in from the door that he felt a little cooler.

"If I don't get special training for this set of armor, or if I'm given a horse, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to wear it on the battlefield."

"Well... I guess I can only wear it to scare people."

Chen Zhou quickly gave the Iron Pagoda a clear positioning and hung all the parts back on the armor rack as they were. He took out the fishing gift bag, called two natives, and prepared to take them to the river for a picnic.

……

Led by Chen Zhou, the three people and the dog soon arrived at the small lake.

The climate is hot and you can only feel cool by the water.

After carrying the fishing box to the old place and opening the backrest, Chen Zhou was not in a hurry to fish - he didn't have any bait yet.

He caught a few insects from the nearby bushes and hung them on the fishhook. He swung the hook swiftly, then sat calmly on the fishing box and waited.

It was the first time for the two natives to see such a strange thing. They didn't know what the fish hook sunk into the water and the long fishing rod were for, so they squatted by the lake and watched.

……

Having fished dozens of times, Chen Zhou has developed a blind confidence in his fishing skills.

He considered himself to be somewhat of an expert in fishing, and he would never come back empty-handed in such resource-rich waters.

Before setting out, he wanted to show off his skills to the two inexperienced natives, quickly catch a few fish to broaden their horizons, light a fire, and show off his cooking skills to let them taste what salt, chili, onion, and garlic are. But when it comes to actual practice, unexpected situations are always embarrassing.

The fish that usually get caught in a few minutes didn't move even after nearly half an hour of fishing today.

Looking at the "never-sinking" float on the water, Chen Zhou rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he was having an illusion.

Looking at the two tired and hungry native boys by the lake, they squatted by the water with their heads drooping uncontrollably like chickens pecking at rice, their upper and lower eyelids almost touching each other, and they were about to fall asleep.

……

"At such a young age, you have no patience at all."

Although he knew that it was a problem with his technique, Chen Zhou was always stubborn. He muttered something and was about to scold the fish for being ungrateful when he saw the float that had been floating on the water finally plummet down.

"coming!"

As if to show off his fishing skills, Chen Zhou shouted and almost scared Dodolu and Atun, who were dozing off by the lake, into falling into the water.

They stood up in panic and saw Chen Zhou picking up the fishing rod.

At the tip of the slender pole, at the end of the thin line that is difficult to see with the naked eye, there is a tiny creature hanging vaguely.

……

"what is that?"

Duoduolu narrowed his eyes, and before he could see what the god was doing here, he saw Chen Zhou quickly reeling in the fishing line, grabbing the creature hanging at the end and throwing it back into the water.

……

Honestly speaking, Chen Zhou almost vomited blood when he saw that he had been fishing for half an hour and the fish he caught was less than four centimeters long.

Even though the two natives had no idea what fishing meant, he himself was too embarrassed to put this tiny thing, which was barely big enough to fill his teeth, on a skewer and grill it.

In order to cover up his failure in fishing, he could only quickly pull the fish off the hook and throw it into the water to "destroy the evidence."

"Damn it, I threw away all the honor that the Space-Time Administration gave me today."

After complaining bitterly in his heart, Chen Zhou consoled himself again:

"This one doesn't count, the next one must be a giant!"

……

He was very determined and tried his best to save his face. However, one of the two natives by the lake saw clearly what was thrown into the lake.

Atun quietly took half a step back, mustered up the courage to pull the corner of Duoduolu's clothes, and whispered in his ear.

"Do the gods want the fish in the water?"

Duoduolu was surprised that Atun spoke. He turned to look at Chen Zhou who was fishing, then looked at his companions, and nodded hesitantly.

Although he didn't clearly see Chen Zhou pulling something up and throwing something into the water, based on his understanding of water, he should be catching fish.

"Dodulu, tell me, can I help you?"

Ah Tuan pointed to his chest.

He has been diving in the tribe since he was young, and is responsible for catching some fish near the coast and collecting some shellfish for the tribe members to eat.

Under the heavy pressure of survival, he has honed his skill of fishing with his bare hands to such an extent that it is no problem for him to catch a fish in a few minutes.

Moreover, he was extremely talented in fishing and could dive longer than the average person. Some adult men in the tribe could not catch as many fish as he did.

After working in the morning, Atun already knew how he could help. He could only watch the technical work of building wooden and stone walls, but catching fish was something he could do easily.

Although he probably guessed Chen Zhou's purpose, Atun did not dare to take the initiative to help, for fear that he might do something wrong and offend the gods. So he asked Duodulu for advice, or in other words, he hoped that Duodulu would give him courage.

In fact, Duoduolu couldn't make up his mind. He reviewed the process of getting along with Chen Zhou since yesterday, and finally felt that the God of Heaven was a kind God and would not be angry about such a thing.

In the tribe, Atun, who catches the most fish, is often praised by the chief or priest. Sometimes, if he catches a lot of fish, the chief will generously give one to Atun, so that he can avoid having to eat wild fruits.

Helping the gods is a beneficial thing no matter how you look at it. Even if you don't get rewarded, you shouldn't be punished either.

Thinking of this, Doduru lowered his voice and answered quietly.

"Atun can try."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered that Atun always went fishing naked in the past, so he pointed at the clothes on Atun.

"These, from the gods, should be taken down."

Ah Tuan nodded, slowly stood up, and began to unbutton and take off his clothes.

During this process, he always kept an eye on Chen Zhou's movements.

However, Chen Zhou was concentrating on fishing, his eyes fixed on the float, and he had no time to care what the natives wanted to do.

This nonchalant attitude was taken by Atun as tacit approval.

So he quickly took off his clothes and shoes, walked a few steps barefoot to the other side of the lake, and like a thin black fish, he dived into the water. (End of this chapter)