"Pah, pah!"
The constant pain on his face woke up the unconscious warrior. Pikam opened his eyes with difficulty, and a large unfamiliar face appeared in his sight. He blinked hard and saw a strange golden amulet hanging from the neck under the big face. It seemed to be the sun and a bird?
"Itaco!"
Pikam suddenly realized that this was a southern tribe invading his ancestral land! He suddenly let out a roar and reached for the dagger at his waist. However, his arms could not move at all and had long been tightly tied to death.
"ah!"
Hearing the angry shouts, Huitu Puap was startled and jumped up from the deck. After a few breaths, he woke up. The gray earth warrior became angry and stretched out his arms and slapped him seven or eight times.
"Damn savage, why are you yelling? If you dare to scare me, see if I can beat you to death!"
"Papa! Papa!..."
A crisp slap echoed on the deck. Chihuaco stared for a moment, squinting his eyes and saying nothing.
"Pop!"
Puap slapped him in the face more than a dozen times, until Pikam's eyes were filled with stars and his head was dazed. He stopped and called Shanniao to come closer to the translator.
"Savages, why are you attacking us?"
"...?"
Pikam's eyes were straight and he couldn't react for a moment. After a while, he glared at the mountain bird who spoke Sri Lanka and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Bah! You are a gerbil who betrayed the tribe and lured outsiders to the ancestral land! I will twist off your head and dedicate it to the soul of my ancestors!"
The mountain bird was speechless, face red and ears red. He was stunned for a moment before replying in a low voice.
"I...I'm not from Sri, I'm from Mayo!"
"Mayo people? Enemies?! Itaco! Kill you!..."
"Papa!..."
Puap shouted angrily, slapped him again, and slapped him a dozen more times. he angrily rebuked.
"Ha! You, a savage prisoner, still dare to shout and kill? Watch me cut your tongue!"
With that said, the gray earth warrior made a "ding" sound, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pressed it towards the opponent's mouth.
"ah!"
Pikam was stunned and quickly understood Puap's intention. He struggled to twist his tied body like a fish that had landed on the beach. However, the Gray Earth Warrior's arms were particularly strong and he pinched his neck directly, forcing him to stick out his tongue. Then, a sharp dagger was pressed against the edge of the tongue. The moment it touched, it made my heart tremble.
"Saate! Saate! No, don't!"
Pikam let out a shrill howl and trembled all over.
He was not afraid of death, but he had an uncontrollable fear at the thought of becoming mute. The Sri people are a nation that advocates singing and incorporates everything into their songs. They use songs to tell the history and inheritance of the tribe, as well as the divine heaven, earth and nature. They were proud of their singing, and each could sing hundreds, if not hundreds, of ballads. Once a person becomes mute, he will no longer be able to communicate with his ancestors and heaven and earth. He will be despised by the entire tribe, and even his soul will not be able to return to his ancestral land.
"Lao Pu, that's enough! I still want to ask questions, so don't really hurt him."
Chihuaco kept watching with cold eyes until he was almost done with establishing his power, then he took two steps forward and signaled the Gray Earth Warrior to stop.
"Hmph! There are so many Sri people on the island. After killing him, the worst thing is to catch another one!
Puap said "hum" and put away the dagger. He thought for a moment, gave Pikam two more palms, and then stood up and left.
The two of them had a tacit understanding for a long time. One was a bad guy and the other was a good guy. They wanted to get some information out of the Sri leader.
The sun sets in the west, reflecting the sparkling waves; the clouds are magnificent and smeared with a faint blush. Half a day has passed since the fierce water battle in the afternoon. Ever since Chief Pikam's boat was overturned, the Sri Lankan fleet fell into complete chaos. Some of the boats rushed forward desperately to rescue the chief who fell into the water, but most of them stayed behind slowly, with a sense of fear and hesitation. The enemy's small boats are disconnected from the front and rear, and without sufficient numbers, they cannot truly pose a threat to the larger ships. The kingdom's fleet collided again for a while, with arrows raining down like rain, and finally completely killed the Sri Lankan fleet!
Afterwards, Chihuaco asked people to search for a while, and captured the unconscious tattooed warrior, Chief Pikam, from a Sri boat.
After a fight, the expedition fleet lost more than a dozen people, and the Sri Lankan people suffered at least hundreds of casualties. Seeing this tragic water battle, the soldiers on the shore roared wildly and went crazy. They even shot arrows far out to sea, but to no avail.
In order to guard against a night attack by the Sris, Chihuaco did not stay long on the shore. He let the fleet row northwest for half a day, temporarily out of sight of the Sri people, and then freed up his hands to deal with the captured prisoners.
"Warrior, you fought to the last moment, you are very brave!! The most important warrior of the tribe in the lake, we admire your bravery and express our goodwill to you!"
Chihuaco walked to Pikam's side with a smile on his old face. He knelt down and gave Pikam a mouthful of honey water first.
"Here, drink some honey water. It's very sweet!"
"...Well?"
Chief Pickham was a little confused. He subconsciously opened his mouth, carefully retracted his tongue, and took a few sips of honey water. The tribal warriors set out early in the morning and traveled for most of the day before arriving at the ancestral island. He then fought fiercely with the intruders and did not eat for a whole day. After he regained consciousness, he felt hungry and thirsty all over, with no strength at all.
"You, the Lake Tribe?"
"Yes. We are warriors from the Lake Tribe in the far south. When we come here, we have no ill intentions towards your Sri Tribe. We are not enemies. You are not enemies either! There is a misunderstanding between us and you! "
"No! Tahyok, Khant, our ancestral land!"
Upon hearing Shantiao's translation, Pikam's eyes suddenly widened. He stared hard at Chihuaco's face and roared in a low voice.
"You are intruders! Climbing the tribe's ancestral land and destroying the tribe's heritage are the mortal enemies of all tribes! Entaho! Get out of here, Lake Tribe!"
"..."
Chihuaco scratched his head, feeling a little tricky. His conjecture was verified. Tiburon Island is indeed the ancestral land of the Sri people, and it is a sacred island that all Sri tribes must protect even if they fight! After a while, the old militiaman sighed and tried to reply with a smile.
"Calm down, warrior! We are not enemies. We are friends. We will be out of here soon! Soon, out of here!"
"Not an enemy, but a friend? Are you leaving soon?"
Pickham looked doubtful. He looked at Chihuaco's expression and thought about his situation. The other party seemed to be relatively friendly. He stopped the evil one who cut out his tongue and fed himself a few mouthfuls of honey. He must not be lying. He tried to use his brain and said loudly.
"You swear! Swear by your ancestors!"
"..."
Chihuaco raised his eyebrows, patiently clenched his fists on his chest, and swore loudly.
"Ancestors witness! Our kingdom's fleet is not the enemy of the Sri people. Soon, we will leave your ancestral land! We have no ill intentions!"
Pikam listened intently, but unfortunately he could not understand a word without an interpreter. And the translation is hard to believe. He gritted his teeth and shouted again.
"Captain of the big ship! I can't understand your oath. I will cut my palm and swear an oath with your blood!"
"What?!"
Chihuaco froze upon hearing this request. He looked at Shanniao and asked doubtfully.
"What is he going to do?"
"Captain, he wants to swear an oath on blood with you. He means cutting his palms together, then sticking them together, letting the blood flow in one place, and then repeating the oath. In this way, through the medium of blood, under the witness of the ancestors, the oaths of both parties will be Once you have magic power, you can restrain the other party..."
Shantiao blinked and translated carefully.
"...cut your palm and swear against it?"
Chihuaco's old face trembled. He raised his head and looked at Huitu Puap.
"Lao Pu!"
"Old man Qi, what do you think I'm doing? I won't do this kind of thing! Hmph, if you follow my wishes, I'll torture him directly and beat him until he says anything!"
"...Why!"
The old militiaman sighed helplessly. He thought for a moment and said seriously.
"Witness the ancestors! Swear on blood, both sides must swear an oath to be fair! I can swear to leave the island, put you back to the tribe, and not be an enemy of you Sri people! But you must also swear!"
"What! Are you willing to swear and let me go back to the tribe?!"
Hearing this, Pikam was startled and looked surprised. After he was captured, he originally thought that he would die, but he was also prepared for his soul to return to his ancestral land. But now the sudden appearance of life has made him unable to take precautions, and his mind has become a little looser. After a moment, he answered hesitantly.
"Well, um... swearing to each other is fair. Then, what do you want me to swear to?"
"I want you to swear an oath not to be our enemy anymore and to tell me news from the north!"
"I will no longer be your enemy and tell the news to the north?"
Pikam hesitated and thought about it for a long time.
The other party killed many Sri warriors, and even many warriors from their own tribe died... However, they stayed on the big boat, and the tribe's small boat couldn't do anything to them. The tribe needs to hunt and migrate, and there is not much food reserves. Therefore, such a large-scale mobilization of various ministries is very stressful and cannot be sustained for long. And once most of the warriors leave, a small number of guards will not be able to defend the big island... Generally speaking, if they can be allowed to leave their ancestral land, the sacrifice of some warriors is still acceptable.
What's more, if he is captured by the enemy, even if he is released to the tribe, he will be stained with an indelible stain. And if you can make the other party leave, you will become a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, go deep into the ship alone, persuade the fierce hostile tribes, and finally protect the sacred ancestral land! In this way, this will become a good story that will be sung by everyone and make the tribe famous!
As for the news from the north, he would definitely not say anything about the Sri tribe. As for the other news, it doesn’t matter much.
Pikam thought for a while and made a decisive decision.
"Okay! Leader of the big ship, I promise you!"
"Okay! Warrior, okay!"
Chihuaco laughed with joy, his old face turned into a flower. He had Pikam untied and handed him an obsidian dagger. Then, the two of them raised their daggers at the same time, facing the gorgeous sunset, and slashed at the palms of their hands at the same time!
