The wind is warm on the seaside and the grass is smoky on the shore. The long boat lies on the waves, and the camp stands by the river. Thousands of warriors cheered and howled, and the two leaders sat opposite each other and drank together. Priest Thomas drank a glass of blood wine and said with a heroic smile.
"Okay, happy! Mo Qi, my brother, I can give you all the things you want in the future! The kingdom will provide you with weapons and equipment given by God, and you will provide the kingdom with skilled warriors. It is truly a win-win situation! Let's join forces. , you can sweep across the Mayan tribes in the North!"
Hearing this, Chief Mozi's eyes flashed. He reached out his hand intimately, grabbed Priest Tomat's arm, looked into the other person's eyes, and spoke a tribal proverb seriously.
"Xulucumul! We Putons, 'in ashes and poverty, living under the trees, cannot see the sky'. Life is always hard, we will keep looking in front of our eyes and cannot imagine Too far in the future...Brother Tomat, there are still many weapons on your ship. There are also many warriors from our tribe. Before you leave, we will exchange them now!"
"Exchange now, so urgent?"
Priest Tomat looked startled. Chief Mozi really didn't want to wait for a moment.
"How do you want to change it?"
"Five copper axes, in exchange for a tribal warrior! Two large bows, in exchange for a warrior! As for your leather armor..."
Chief Mozzi narrowed his eyes and greedily looked at the leather armor of the Prepecha warrior. He has seen similar leather armor from city-state people, which is much better than wooden armor. Then, he looked at Puap's bronze cloth armor with some confusion, which he had never seen before. Finally, he stretched out a finger and said greedily.
"A pair of leather armor, exchange for a warrior! They are all veterans who have seen blood, killed people, and can throw spears. After the exchange, they will join the Menghu tribe and belong to you!"
"Oh? A pair of leather armor, two large bows, or five copper axes for a Puton tribe warrior?"
Priest Tomat smiled half-heartedly and looked at Chief Mozi for a while.
"Mozzi, my brother, this price..."
"Ahem! Brother Tuomat, to tell you the truth, our Short Spear Tribe has twenty thousand warriors and can mobilize five thousand warriors. It is the most powerful tribe in the Dacao River Basin!"
Chief Mozi clenched his fists, hammered his chest again, and boasted about the tribe's military strength. Then, he looked towards the Dacao River in the east, with strong ambition and desire in his eyes!
"In the Dacao River Basin, there are seven or eight large tribes, more than a dozen small tribes, and hundreds of thousands of Puton tribes who are hunting! As long as I have your weapons, I will send troops to other Puton tribes in the upper reaches of the Dacao River!" ..”
"At this exchange price, the tribe will indeed take advantage of it, and I can compensate you some more. According to the tradition of the Puton tribe, the tribal warriors who are defeated and captured will obey the powerful victor and start over from the bottom as slaves. Fight with a new tribe! If you can wait and lend me a batch of weapons on credit, then when I return from victory, I can give you twice as many war slaves!"
Speaking of this, a sincere smile appeared on Chief Mozi's rough face. He grabbed Priest Thomat hard and asked eagerly.
"How about it? Brother Tuomat, if you want those gems, gold and silver, the tribe also has the goods they have stolen over the years, they all belong to you!"
"Um..."
Hearing this, Priest Tuomat raised his lips. Along the way, the kingdom sold the gems in the lake and made huge profits. Unexpectedly, here, the people who really know the goods are the "savage" Puton people. For the weapons of the kingdom, the chief of the other party even thought of taking a loan on credit and then returning double the amount...
"The kingdom's fleet does have enough spare axes, spears, and bows for two ships. However, there are already four hundred warriors and sailors on the seven long ships. According to the maximum carrying capacity of eighty people per ship, a maximum of one hundred and fifty more can be carried. Ten people, but the storage space for food and water is too scarce..."
Priest Tuomat pondered for a while and then replied seriously to the chief.
"Brother Mozzi, our fleet only needs eighty warriors right now."
"Only eighty warriors?"
Hearing this, Chief Mozi frowned. Even if five copper axes were exchanged for one warrior, four hundred copper axes would not have a decisive effect. Besides, as weapons are used, there will be wear and tear...
"Yes! Brother Moqi, this is our first transaction. We will pay according to the price you mentioned. But to be honest, our big bow is expensive and requires extremely strong arrows. Your tribe cannot make it. It won’t last too long.”
Hearing this, Chief Mozi touched his chin and asked someone to bring a bronze arrow from the sand. He carefully looked at the sharp arrows, the strong wooden poles, and the sticky tail feathers, thinking without saying a word. After a moment, he used both hands to break the wooden pole, and then nodded silently.
"In large-scale battles, instead of using a short ax to cut at close range, it is better to use a spear to assassinate from a distance."
Priest Tomat waved and summoned a spear-wielding Prepecha warrior. Then, he took the bronze spear and stabbed it skillfully a few times before handing the spear to Chief Mozi.
"A bronze ax can be exchanged for two bronze spears. The spear tip is very durable, just sharpen it when it is blunt. And if the wooden pole is broken, you can also replace it with another one, or use it as a short spear...Give me one Tribal warrior, I will give you ten spears! Eight hundred bronze spears can also increase the strength of your tribe!"
Looking at the spear in front of him, Chief Mozzi thought hard again. To be honest, what he wanted most was a long-range bow and sturdy leather armor. As for the bronze ax and spear, the greatest effect is not to kill the mobilized tribal warriors, but to defeat the wooden armored warriors of other tribes.
"Eighty men, eight hundred spears...Eighty men, twenty pairs of leather armor, six hundred spears..."
Chief Mozi murmured and thought hard for a while. Then, he grabbed Priest Tomat's arm with such force that his eyelids jumped.
"Tomat, my brother! Your god-given weapons are so sharp and tough. How on earth were they made?"
"The First Clan"
"Brother Moqi, this requires the Lord God's flame, the Lord God's stone, and is made from the hands of the Lord God's craftsmen! When your tribe completely surrenders to the Lord God, you will gradually learn how to do it!"
Priest Thomas twitched his arm, but did not pull it back. He endured the pain and still had a smile on his face.
"Blessed by the Lord God! She bestows devout believers with powerful weapons to defeat all blocking tribes!"
"Blessed by the Lord God! She will help me defeat the enemies upstream and annex their tribes!"
Chief Mozi gritted his teeth and prayed sincerely for the first time. Then he finally made up his mind.
"Tomat, my brother. I will give you eighty tribal warriors! You give me twenty pairs of leather armor and six hundred spears! And I will give you a personal tribal warrior who can throw spears and hit Running deer!”
Having said this, Chief Mozi turned his head, looked around, and shouted to a young guard.
"Speardar Mokayin! The ancestors have witnessed that from today on, you will follow the Tiger Tribe! You should get out of the grassland hills and go out to explore. This is a big tribe, and only true warriors can stand firm!"
"...At your command, Chief."
Spearman Mokain pursed his lips and strode up to Priest Tomat. He sized up the opponent's strength and curled his lips secretly. Then, he hammered his chest hard and shouted.
"The leader of the Menghu Tribe! My ancestors have witnessed that I am a true warrior. You will see my spear throwing and witness my bravery!"
