The red sun goes to the west, and the sky is filled with blue light. The evening at the seaside is always magnificent. The Caribbean sea is full of majestic energy, drinking up the water of the grassy river, and at your feet is the Yucatan Peninsula along the coast. Dozens of Mayan clans prospered and declined on this northern peninsula.
"The Aztecs and Putons reached an agreement so quickly, what a collusion between tigers and wolves!... The barbaric atmosphere rushed towards us, rushing to the north like a tide..."
Looking at the human trade of these "barbaric" tribes, Mayan businessman Tikalo secretly curled his lips and sighed inexplicably. He conscientiously translated every word spoken by both parties, his eyebrows slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Okay, very good! Spear Mokayin, the Lord God will bless you! Come on, put on this sun protection... ugh!"
Looking at this young and strong tribal warrior, Priest Tuomat was very satisfied. He reached into his arms and took it out for a while before he remembered that the sun amulet had been given away. But that’s okay, there’s plenty more on board. Tuomat looked at the ship, thought for a moment, and called Huitu Puap.
"Praise the Lord God! Captain Pu, I have sworn a blood oath and reached an agreement with Chief Moqi of the Short Spear Tribe. I will use the excess weapons on the ship to exchange for 80 Puton tribe warriors! When we reach Snake Island in the East China Sea, the fleet will establish a stronghold , leaving enough manpower, one or two must be replenished in advance..."
"This river mouth is the only place that the kingdom's subsequent fleet must pass through. I intend to operate here and gain a solid foothold on the Yucatan Peninsula. Chief Mozzi can provide services for the kingdom's fleet. Supplied water, and fighting men! He is very important to us! And the expansion of the Short Spear tribe, as long as it reaches a certain level, will definitely impact the Mayan city-states in the north and create turmoil in the Yucatan Peninsula... This pair It’s also beneficial and harmless to us!”
Siluke
"Huh?...Hmm. Priest Thomas, you are right."
Priest Tomat's eyes were bright, and he patiently explained for a long time, which made the gray earth noble feel dizzy. Then, he lowered his voice and ordered.
"Captain Pu, go get a pair of the Kingdom's bronze cloth face armor. I want to give it to this chief!"
"What? Give him precious bronze armor?!"
"Yes! Chief Mozi believes in the Lord God, which is very important to us!"
Tomato nodded affirmatively.
"The kingdom must ensure that he will not die inexplicably in the next battle. If so, it may not be easy to find another Chief Puton who can be traded! ... By the way, arrange two more kingdom warriors , stay here, get familiar with the local situation, and also learn the Mayan language."
"...Okay! You have a point, I have to listen to you!"
Puap pursed his lips and complained in his heart. The Tomato Priest liked to hold up the scriptures and toss them back and forth, causing many things to happen. He returned to the ship and spoke quietly to the old militiaman.
"...What to do?"
"What else can we do? Others are already stuck there, and what they said is right, so just listen to him!"
"Well. Then I'll order two people! Pekka, Pechu, you two brothers pack up and come with me. Stay in the Puton tribe for a while and learn their language as soon as possible! ...What, you ask When will I pick you up? Let’s wait until the fleet returns from Snake Island!”
After a while, Puap finally brought back a pair of bronze medium armor, as well as two kingdom warriors with bitter faces, and handed them over to the tomato priest.
"Haha! Brother Moqi. You gave me a personal guard, and I will also give you a god-given battle armor, so that you can stand as solid as a rock on the battlefield!"
Priest Tomat quickly took action and grabbed Chief Mozzi's arm, making the corners of his mouth twitch. Then, he handed the bronze cloth armor to Chief Moqi with an unusually solemn expression.
"Praise the Lord God! She gives the warriors who believe in armor invulnerable to spears!"
"Praise the Lord God! Praise her armor!"
Chief Moqi stretched out his hand to touch the bronze armor, and his expression changed. He couldn't wait to put on the heavy armor and hammered it with his fist a few times. Feeling the sonorous impact, his face was filled with surprise and joy.
"Brother Tomat! You are really my good brother! With such a stomach, I can let go and kill!...Okay, okay!"
Chief Mozi praised it repeatedly and tested it with the dagger for a while before taking off his armor with satisfaction. Beads of sweat already appeared on his back. The climate in March is not too hot yet, but if it comes to the fiery August, the red sun is scorching, and no matter how strong the tribal warrior is, he can only wear armor for a few quarters of an hour, so he has to take it off quickly!
"Haha, the main god bless the kingdom! Brother Moqi, there are thousands of such god-given armors in the kingdom! The Short Spear tribe has already believed in the main god. When the kingdom's priests and craftsmen come, they will guide you in making weapons and repairing equipment. Mr. One day, the Short Spear tribe will also be able to produce weapons and armor given by the gods!"
With a smile on his face, Priest Tomat drew another corn cake of the future.
Chief Mozi nodded excitedly, looking forward to the future of the tribe. He thought for a while, then grinned.
"Priest Tuomat, you came here before and gave you a hundred copper axes...I will give you twenty more tribal warriors, both as compensation and as an apology! You are looking at the mountain eagle in the distance, and I am staring at it. The coyote in front of you. The mountain eagle flies high, and the coyote runs with it, while at the same time it pounces on its prey, sharing the heart of its enemy! ..."
Having said this, the strong Chief Mozi stretched out his cut right hand and shook hands with Priest Tomat once again. This time, there was a little more sincerity in his eyes.
"Priest Thomas, witness from our ancestors! We can become true brothers! Because our roads are all far ahead!"
Hearing this, Priest Tuomat looked solemn. He looked into Chief Mozzi's sincere eyes, and after a moment, nodded slowly.
"Chief Mozi, the Lord God witnesses! Our road is far ahead. As long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, I will be your brother like brothers!"
"Okay! Praise the Lord God!"
“Praise the Lord God!”
The two of them clasped their hands and looked at each other intensely. There is no need for translation at this time, they can all feel each other's thoughts and the will to move forward!
As night falls, bonfires glow on the shore. The kingdom warriors of the fleet returned to the ship to rest, and most of the ordinary warriors of the tribe also returned to the prairie castle to rest.
Both sides sent invitations at the same time, but Priest Tomat did not go to the Puton tribe's stronghold, and Chief Mozi did not board the kingdom's ship. The two men, along with dozens of others, lit a bonfire on the shore and set up camp on the spot. The low voice of reply floated in the dark night and dissipated into the rough sea. They both told a lot of stories that the other party couldn't understand. The only one who understood it at the same time was the Mayan businessman Tikalo, who was extremely sleepy and struggled to keep his spirits up.
"The Great Emirate in the Lake? The Alliance of Mexican Chiefs? The Divine Death Chief?...So, you are just the largest tribe among dozens of tribes in the Menghu Tribe Alliance?"
Chief Mozzi's eyes sparkled with curiosity. After talking all night, neither party felt sleepy at all. He had never thought that the western plateau was so vast, and that the tribes on the plateau were so powerful...and complex.
"No. The largest tribe is the king of the alliance, and we are the second largest. However, our highness, the leader, is the king's son-in-law and cousin, and the first successor of the kingdom. If the king dies, the largest tribe will The two tribes will become one. And other weak tribes, unless they can all unite, they will not be worth mentioning!"
Priest Thomas was concise and concise, describing it as simply as possible. Mozzi touched his chin, thought for a while, and asked in confusion.
"Two jungle jaguars, so close together, wouldn't they fight?"
"Well... no. Both the king and His Highness believe in the supreme god, who is the incarnation of the god in the human world! They have been fighting for years, responsible for different directions, and are working closely together to bring peace to all the ministries in the world!"
"Oh, that's it! The wolves in the jungle haven't finished eating yet, and it's not time to fight with each other yet."
Chief Mozi suddenly understood, clapped his hands and smiled.
"When all other prey in the jungle are eliminated, the two strong jaguars will finally bite and determine the only king!"
"No, that's not the case!"
Upon hearing this, Priest Tomat's expression changed. He immediately retorted, even with some inexplicable anger.
"Witness the Lord God! The king and His Highness are the real eagles, leading the alliance and the kingdom! God protects them, they are two close kings! Moreover, there is also the eldest princess among them..."
Chief Mozi smiled, looked at the somewhat annoyed Priest Tomat, and changed the subject.
"Okay! Tomat, my brother! I don't know what the rules of inheritance are among your tribes on the plateau. It's just that when we, the Puton tribe, and the big tribes inherit, the successors will always fight each other to decide a leader. Come..."
"As for the city-state people in the north, they are much weaker. They will compare their 'divine nature' and let the powerful elders in the clan vote to elect the leader of a clan. Even the Kanur clan directly north of us , they don’t have a leader, just a group of elders composed of old guys..."
"Kanur clan, group of elders?"
Hearing this, Priest Tomat raised his eyebrows, glanced at Ti Carlo who was translating, and asked aloud.
"Mozi, my brother, I heard that the four largest factions in the north are the Kanur clan in the far west, the Xiwu clan and the Kapur clan in the middle, and the Ekabu chiefdom in the east... .How much do you know about their strength?"
"Yes. Our Puton tribe has fought against both the Kanur clan and the Xiu clan! As for the two further east, I don't know."
Chief Mozi thought for a while and replied seriously.
"The Kanur clan in the west seems to be allies with the previous Cocom family. Decades ago, the Xiwu clan wanted to become the boss and raided the Cocom family. I heard that they killed many people and massacred the entire family. Royal City! In order to contain the Kanur clan in the west, he also sent a batch of weapons, women, salt and goods to our Puton tribe, allowing us to attack the border of the Kanur clan..."
Hearing this, Ti Carlo's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head and translated softly without changing a word.
"Oh? Did you go to attack? What was the situation like in that battle?"
"Go! Why don't you want the free things? The south of the Kanur clan is very empty. I heard that many women and food were robbed... However, that was two generations of chiefs ago. I didn't have it at that time. Born. But my mother was kidnapped from the northern city-state by the previous great chief. It seems that she is still a descendant of the gods."
Chief Mozi's expression flashed, telling long-standing stories, and seemed to be reminiscing about something.
"I remember my mother said that the Kanur family (Ah ul) is 'the people who protect and support'. Their ancestors also came from the western plateau. He once held a white gourd and an obsidian spear. , following the more ancient King Nava. Then, he was entrusted by King Nava in the southwest, guarding the nine hills, guarding the nine rivers, and also guarding the border of the royal city of Chichenyincha..."
"Then, a Mayan named Cocom climbed out of the deep well of sacrifice with the help of his companions. Holding a coconut in his hand, he claimed his sacred blood and experience, and gained the support of many Mayan tribes. These Mayans The tribe attacked King Nava, continued to grow, and finally invaded Chichen Incha. The Canur family defended until the end, but surrendered. They made an alliance with the new Mayan king, and retreated to the westernmost part of the peninsula, still In the name of 'protection', they just changed a king. It's just that they didn't protect this new king in the end and was killed by the Xiwu clan!...Haha! Hahaha!"
Mentioning these bedtime stories told by his mother, Chief Mozzi laughed loudly and told another version of the Mayan epic. Ti Carlo next to him suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a low voice.
"Dear... Chief Mozi, is your mother still there?"
"Oh, she has gone to the Kingdom of God a long time ago. People in the tribe never live too old... Hey, why do you ask this?"
Chief Mozi pursed his lips and replied calmly. Then, he looked at the Mayan civilian with some confusion, wondering why the other person suddenly became excited.
"Brother Moqi, so there is an old feud between the Kanur clan and the Xiwu clan?"
Priest Thomas looked at Tikalo deeply, then turned to ask.
"Will these two powerful Mayan clans fight each other?"
"Yes! They not only fight each other, but also sacrifice each other. And we often take advantage of them to fight and go to the border to plunder!"
Chief Mozi nodded heavily. These two clans were the two most powerful forces in the north of the Puton clan. Of course, they were all plundered by the Puton tribe.
"Both the Kanur clan and the Xiwu clan have more than 10,000 city-state warriors. The warriors on both sides are quite average, and none of us can fight them. However, they have refined stone spears and short bows, as well as many wooden armors and leather armors. He is good at fighting in the jungle. Similarly, if the city-state people are given time, they will mobilize a huge militia. It is very annoying! We usually just grab a handful and leave, retreating into the jungle and mountains. We will come out again when we find an opportunity!"
"So between these two, who is better?"
"Haha! Of course it's the Xiwu clan! They occupy a very wealthy royal capital, have more warriors, and firmly dominate the Kanur clan. Their leader is also very cunning, and even ambushed our tribe. It's just, In the east, they are still restrained by the hostile Kapoor family, and they are attacked from both sides. No matter how many troops they have, they can always find a loophole to get in and grab them!... And if there is no Kapoor clan in the east, the Kapur family who claims to be 'guardian' The Nuer clan may not even be able to protect itself!"
