The blazing sunlight falls on the barren mountains, illuminating the gray rocks with a halo. The entire mountain range on the island is yellow-brown, with narrow valleys forming between high and low. The valley road is sparsely covered with vegetation, and there is no shelter except for the mountains on both sides. The birds circling and chirping above the mountains filled everyone's ears and covered up the sound of walking. Occasionally, a wild deer leaps past in the distance, but he always keeps a distance from people and is extremely alert. This is a habit passed down after being hunted for generations.
After passing a turn like this, two groups of soldiers with weapons in hand and alert expressions met unexpectedly and unexpectedly!
More than a dozen Sri warriors have long hair, are bare-chested, wear crotch cloths, and are armed with hunting bows, throwing spears and short spears. They were a hunting team from the tribe. They were holding their weapons vigilantly and watching the five strange warriors not far away. The old hunter at the head wore a feathered straw hat and had a stone drum wrapped around his waist. He took two steps forward, took a look at the strange clothes of the person opposite, and then asked sharply.
"...Quihya...me? Quihya...me? Who are you?"
The sentence structure of Sri is different from other tribal languages, and important words and phrases are placed first.
Upon hearing the question, the Prepecha warriors looked at each other. The language on the other side was completely different from Nahua, and had nothing to do with Prepecha. They couldn't understand even half a word. The team leader hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and faced the other leader directly. He lowered the weapon in his hand to express his kindness, and then loudly replied in Prepecha.
"...Ochi, kungurikua! Ochi, kungurikua! Us, friends!"
"Tahéjöc, hant comcáac! Tahéjöc, hant comcáac! Tahéjöc, hant comcáac! Tahéjöc, ancestral land, of the comcáac!"
The Konkak people are what the Sri people call themselves, which roughly means people of the desert, people who migrate to the south, or people who hunt. The captains of both sides were more than ten steps apart, shouting to each other constantly and trying to use hand gestures at the same time.
The old hunter released his palms and shouted several times, but never got an understandable response. Then, with a serious look on his face, he took hold of his bow, a threatening look on his face, and his shouts became louder and louder.
"...tintica ntáho! Tintica, ntáho! Far away, away!!"
"Ochi, Kunguriqua! We are friends!"
"Tintica, Ntaho! Get out of here!... Hante, Tintica, Ntaho! Get out of our ancestral land!!"
"Ochi, Kunguriqua! We are friends!"
"...itácö! Itácö!"
The old hunter looked angry. He glanced at the high peaks on the island, which were the place of sacred blessings and the place where the ancestors left their inheritance. At this moment, the ancestral land of the Konkak people was invaded by a strange tribe!
"Itaco! Kill them! Kill!!"
The old hunter roared, waved his hands forward angrily, and gave the order to attack. Then, he quickly shot an arrow, hitting the squad leader right in the face!
The samurai squad leader screamed, covered his eyes, and fell to the ground. He was writhing crazily in pain, but the boundless darkness surged in, from his eyes to his brain, drowning the fateful Tonali.
"Itaco! Kill!"
More than a dozen Sri people shouted in confusion and swarmed forward. Three or four hunters held hunting bows and aimed at the warriors opposite. The remaining seven or eight warriors brandished short spears and charged from both sides.
"Whoosh!"
Almost at the same time, a copper arrow shot through the sky and headed straight for the old hunter standing at the front. The old hunter subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it, but the vicious arrow shot directly through his palm and penetrated deeply into his neck! Blood red sprayed instantly, and the living corpse fell helplessly, bringing a touch of moisture and brightness to the withered yellow earth.
The young archer in the back row dropped the longbow on the spot after shooting an arrow. Such a close distance was only enough for him to shoot the prepared arrow. Then, he held the conch around his neck and puffed out his cheeks to blow.
"Didi! Didi! Di!..."
The warning conch whistle was urgent and shrill, echoing in the vast sky and drifting towards the landing coast. The three Prepecha warriors in the front row raised their shields and held bronze spears to protect each other. Three or four bone arrows were accurately shot, but they were either blocked by the warrior's shield or stuck diagonally in the leather armor, causing almost no damage. The warriors all wore strong leather armor. As long as they guarded their faces carefully, they would not be easily shot down by the enemy's soft bows.
"Itaco!!"
After a round of bone arrows, the Sri tribe warriors on both sides also rushed forward. They shouted loudly and thrust out the short spears in their hands. Compared with the precise shooting skills of Sri hunters, the short spears of warriors are much inferior. Most of them were disorganized and struck in vain on the shields of the warriors, like frantic coyotes.
The middle-aged warrior Prepecha in the center is the most senior and occupies the central position. With a steady expression, he waved his shield vigorously, deflecting the short spear of a Sri warrior. Then, he stabbed out the copper spear lightly and accurately pierced the opponent's exposed chest. Then he quickly pulled it out, and a fountain of blood suddenly spurted out!
The Sri warrior howled miserably, covered his chest in vain, threw his head back and fell down. Faced with such an unarmored opponent, the spear should not be thrust too hard, otherwise it will penetrate too deep and become stuck in the ribs and cannot be pulled out. As long as the internal organs can be slightly punctured, the severe pain and internal bleeding that will follow will immediately make people lose their fighting ability, and then take away their lives mercilessly!
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The sound of copper spears penetrating into flesh was heard one after another, and there were two more fatal thrusts of the spears. Two of the Sri warriors in the field fell again. The chaotic tribal warriors became more and more chaotic, with no courage and no strength at all. Four Prepecha warriors have formed a tight formation. Although their opponents are twice as many as them, they are unable to shake them at all.
The captains of both sides have died in the battle. The battle at this moment is very fierce and somewhat chaotic. It wasn't until another tribal warrior fell that the tattooed Sri Warrior reacted. He quickly took a few steps back and shouted sharply.
"The enemy, turtle, is tough! Throw spears and use poisonous arrows! Kill the ones in the middle, they are powerful!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Soon, three bone-throwing spears came at him heavily, tilting the shield of the middle-aged warrior. Then, three dark red bone arrows came quickly, hitting his shoulder, chest and arm respectively. The shoulders and chest are areas where the armor is thickened and have not been penetrated by soft bows. Only the armor on the arms was thin, and the skin was scratched by bone arrows.
"Well?!"
The middle-aged samurai didn't notice it at first and continued to fight without caring. Just a moment later, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his arm, like a fire, burning from his arm to his brain. But after a while, his vision went dark and he fainted to the ground.
"Itaco! Kill!"
Seeing the enemy fall to the ground, the remaining Sri soldiers inspired their last courage and rushed forward.
“Praise the Lord God!”
As soon as the Prepecha warrior formation dispersed, they came into close contact with the tribal warriors. The remaining three warriors became fierce and fierce, and simply turned around and rushed forward, relying on the protection of their leather armor to fight hand-to-hand with the tribal warriors.
"Dedicate yourself to God! Kill!"
The brutal fighting lasted for more than ten breaths. One warrior was hit by several spears, which pierced his leather armor and penetrated deeply into his abdomen. Three Sri soldiers were attacked at close range and stabbed to death one after another! More than ten tribal warriors were broken in half, and the remaining people could no longer hold on and turned around and fled to the east. They want to bring the information about the invasion of their ancestral land back to the tribe as soon as possible!
The tattooed Sri warrior was also injured and stumbled back. He escaped for more than ten steps, and a sharp copper arrow whizzed towards him, piercing his back and shooting him to the ground. Then the only capable Prepecha archer stepped forward. He pursed his lips, leaned down, pulled out the dagger from his waist, aimed it at the enemy's exposed neck, and stabbed it hard!
"Bah!"
The young archer's eyes turned blood red. With his red eyes, he looked around the fighting valley, and all he saw was blood.
After a short battle, the Sri people left eight corpses behind. As for the patrolling five-man team, two people died, one was seriously injured, and the remaining two were seriously injured. He was the only one who could walk with his injuries.
The bright sunlight fell on the deep earth, and bright blood spread slowly, like swaying red flowers. This is the first encounter between the Kingdom in the Lake and the Sri people. In the warm spring of March, on the desolate and arid island, the blood flowers of life bloomed.
The young archer stared blankly for a moment and stood blankly for a while. Then he raised the conch around his neck again and blew it high.
"Didi! Didi! Didi!...Didi! Didi! Didi!..."
The conch number changed from short to long. Its meaning is: "The alarm is cleared, the enemy...disintegrates!"
