"No! Disengage and stop fighting with these tribes!"
The wilderness was open, and two thousand Maya tribe warriors were howling and running, rushing in like a tide. Hundreds of canoes rushed down the river towards the mouth of the river. Chihuaco, an old militiaman, observed the situation, estimated the upcoming battle, and made an instant decision.
"Sign the signal and leave the river mouth shore. Draw five miles westward and retreat into the sea!"
Hearing this, Puap was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and then nodded in agreement. Soon, the retreat flag was hoisted on the bow. The flagship turned first, and more than forty oarsmen exerted their strength at the same time, rowing desperately, and turned like the wind. The remaining six longships followed closely behind, rowing away quickly.
A large group of Mayan warriors rushed to the shore and stopped as they watched the seven large ships move away. Dozens of canoes chased the invaders for another two or three miles until they drove the intruders away from the coast, then turned back and patrolled the river mouth. Hundreds of Mayan warriors held stone spears, waved small shields, howled like wolves, and terrorized the kingdom's fleet offshore. The slingers and spear-throwers of the brigade formed out of formation, occupied high places, and were all ready to shoot. Obviously, these Mayan tribes are very familiar with fighting.
The two sides faced each other across five miles of sea. One side is filled with excitement, while the other side is silent and on guard. Chihuaco squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but unfortunately the distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly. He thought for a moment and called the mountain bird with the best eyesight on the boat.
"Shantiao, can you see clearly?"
"Yes. Captain."
"What can you see clearly?"
"There is a group of armored warriors on the opposite side, surrounded by a long-headed god descendant, coming to the shore... He raised his head and is looking at us!"
"Well!..."
The old militiaman squinted his eyes and looked hard for a while. He only saw a crowd of people in Mohu, and he couldn't distinguish any divine descendants at all. The resolution of his vision is only about one in 2500, which means he can see something one meter in size from a distance of five miles. And the mountain bird's vision resolution...
"All right!"
The old militiaman scratched his head, looked at Ti Carlo who was thinking beside him, and asked in a deep voice.
"Ti Carlo, which Mayan tribe is this prairie city? Why do they want to attack us?"
"Captain Qi, they are the Putún, the most ferocious Mayan tribe on the Yucatan Peninsula, barbarians among the Mayans. They occupy the banks of the Great Grass River and this vast savanna grassland. They are half farming, half hunting, and often move camps. They do not distinguish between high and low, and there will be many tribal warriors even among ordinary people."
Tikalo looked solemn and answered seriously.
"The Dacao River Basin is connected to the Central Basin. After the divine disaster, many divine tribes fled north. The first tribe to flee here along the Dacao River was the Itza people led by the Heavenly Serpents. , from the Tikal area of the divine capital. Then, the Tutul Xiu people, under the leadership of the Xiu family of Snake Capital, also moved here and drove away the Yincha people. The Yincha people then headed north, Conquered the city of Uuc, the predecessor of Chichen Yincha. Then, the Tuturxiu people went north and established the city of Uxmal."
"Both the two divine tribes have moved their centers of governance, but they are still constantly fighting for this area. New tribes will appear here from time to time, but they are unable to fight against the two major divine tribes... Until hundreds of years ago, ten The last of tens of thousands of savage Puton tribes moved out of the central basin!"
Speaking of this, Ti Carlo's face showed a bit of disgust that was difficult to conceal. That is the instinctive aversion to disorder and the reversal of hierarchy as descendants of the Mayan gods who have been passed down from generation to generation.
"I don't know what these Puton tribes experienced in the basin after the divine disaster. They lost the inheritance of the divine descendants, the order of noble and lowly people completely collapsed, and the knowledge of the gods was also lost. They can't farm, they can't build cities, All the people became soldiers and hunted and robbed everywhere, becoming extremely barbaric. Although they only had more than 100,000 people, they were able to organize tens of thousands of tribal warriors at one time to attack the civilized Mayan city-states, and they ate everything!..."
"Both the Tuturxiu and Yincha people were forced to abandon the towns here and retreat to the northern lowlands. This vast savanna has since been occupied by the Puton people. Of course, after hundreds of years, they have I’ve regained control over farming and building, but I’m just doing them poorly, and I still hunt from time to time.”
Chihuaco felt dizzy when he heard these unpronounceable tribal names. He rubbed his head and thought for a while before concluding.
"It seems like they are like tribes in the wasteland. They are very good at fighting, but not good at anything else...So, they are not attacking us for the lake gem on our fleet. They are just purely attacking. , all intruders in their eyes?”
"Hmm...very possible!"
Tikalo touched his divine head and nodded in agreement.
"This group of Putons are just a bunch of mad dogs and have very bad relations with most Mayan tribes. No matter which fleet lands here, they will be attacked by them!"
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
In fact, it is worth mentioning that the future achievements of the Puton tribe also include defeating the Spanish. Twenty-eight years later, the first Spanish explorer, Franández de Córdoba, set out from Cuba with three large ships to discover Yucatan for the first time peninsula. With one or two hundred sailors and soldiers, he first landed in the north of the peninsula, calling himself the messenger of the gods. He was warmly welcomed by the local Mayan city-state. He then sailed south along the peninsula's coastline toward the hinterland of Mexico. The villages along the coast, looking at their distinctive gods’ faces, are all very warm and friendly, offering food and water.
It wasn't until he landed at the mouth of the Dacao River to replenish the water that he met the hunting Puton tribe. More than a thousand tribal warriors attacked the Spanish exploration team, killing sixty people directly with stone spears and spears, and killing hundreds more. The exploration captain, Hernandez, was wearing heavy armor and was said to have been hit by 33 spears. He was seriously injured and escaped back to the ship. Then the fleet had a smooth sailing and tried their best to escape, and even made it to Florida. Ten days later, Hernandez died of his injuries near Havana, Cuba.
Then the person who took over as the second exploration captain was Juan de Grijalva. He brought more men and made better preparations, and landed again at the mouth of the Dacao River. The Spanish fleet killed more than 200 tribal warriors at the cost of hundreds of casualties, and shot and killed the leader of the Puton tribe. Only then did the Puton tribe collapse...
Further back, there is the third captain, Hernan Cortez. The Puton tribe suffered the last loss and gathered thousands of warriors, waiting for the Spaniards to come ashore. Cortez did not stop here to confront the Puton tribe head-on. Instead, he moved forward directly to the hinterland of Mexico. There, he will meet the Totonac people who devoutly believe in the Quetzalcoatl, the Tlaxcala people who are in desperate need of allies, and the Mexica people whose king is unable to rule and is divided among themselves.
Of course, none of this has happened yet. Everyone in the Kingdom’s fleet has no way of knowing, or even imagining. The Mayan businessman Tikalo just stood on tiptoe, looking at the Puton tribe warriors reunited on the coast, and made a suggestion.
"Dear Captain Chihuaco, we can leave here and continue going north! One hundred and sixty miles north from the mouth of the Dacao River is the Jinshe City of the Jinshe Clan. The Jinshe Clan has business relationships with various tribes, especially with The Kanur family is friendly. Our merchant group has traded with them many times, and the fleet can dock there for supplies."
"Leave the river mouth and travel another hundred and sixty miles north to resupply at Jinshe City?"
Chihuaco pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. It is his instinct to be cautious, and he will never engage in meaningless fights.
"In that case, we will..."
"God bless you! Wait a moment, Captain Chihuaco."
Priest Tuomat stood at the bow of the boat and watched for a long time, gradually having some thoughts in his mind. This is an ignorant and simple Mayan tribe, completely different from other Mayan city-states that are lost and cunning! ...Thinking of this, he immediately spoke up and interrupted the old militiaman's order.
"Tikallo, what is the god that this Puton tribe believes in?"
"Uh...the gods of the Puton tribe?"
Hearing this, Ti Carlo thought hard for a while and replied uncertainly.
"They seem to have very mixed beliefs. They hunt everywhere and have not built large temples. Their descendants of gods have probably lost their inheritance and don't know the main god of the family..."
"As expected!"
Priest Thomas held the scripture tightly, with a fanatical smile on his face. Seeing this smile, Ti Carlo's heart suddenly trembled. An unknown premonition suddenly came to his mind.
"Praise the Lord God! Captain Qi, please give me a boat! I will go to the shore and sow the seeds of the Lord God's faith in the heart of the leader of the other party!"
"What! You want to go ashore?!"
Upon hearing this, Chihuaco jumped up.
"Priest Thomas, it's very dangerous on the shore! The wolves are sticking out their butts, ready to pounce and bite people. Why are you so eager to move forward?...No!"
"I can do it! The light of the Lord God shines on me! I am blessed by her, and I want to spread her glory. I will be fine when I leave!"
Priest Tomat straightened his body, his eyes were shining brightly, and his face was full of fearlessness and determination.
"Captain Chihuaco, please send me ashore! I will go alone, I don't need anyone else to accompany me! ...Oh, no!"
Priest Tomat spoke for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Ti Carlo, who was looking frightened and retreating continuously, and stretched out his hand.
"I also want a good translator...it's him!"
