The sun sets in the west and the battlefield is cleared. The sky reflects the magnificent red clouds, and the coast is filled with red waves of blood. The kingdom's fleet docked, and a large group of kingdom warriors came ashore wearing armor and poured into the villages of the Red Earth Department. The tribesmen in the village cheered to welcome him, with joyful smiles on their faces. The two Taino chiefs also returned with the obvious emblem of the Lord God on their foreheads. Their expressions were a little gloomy, but they forced a smile and said nothing more.
The Red Soil Ministry's dinner that night was grand and enthusiastic, and there were no surprises. The warriors of the kingdom and the Taíno villagers sang and danced. After eating and drinking, many women who admired the warriors took the initiative to embrace them.
With a smile on his face, Priest Tuomat pulled the two dumb chiefs and solemnly declared to the tribesmen!
"The Lord God has sent down his divine power to allow us to win the battle against the Siguayu people! And the two respected chiefs have converted to the Lord God and fallen into the arms of the Lord God!... From now on, they are the powerful Lord Gods. The supreme and only faith protects the entire tribe from the Siguayu raiders!"
Upon hearing this, the warriors and sailors of the kingdom took the lead in cheering and celebrating. The ordinary tribal people were a little surprised, but they quickly celebrated. Only the elders and leaders of the tribe were a little confused and came forward to ask.
The two Taino chiefs looked downcast, but nodded in recognition.
"In order to repay the kindness of the rescue, we have sworn a soul oath to worship the main god of the Longship Tribe... The Longship Tribe promised to protect us and will also train militia for us to guard against the Siguayu raiders!... "
Upon hearing such a promise, the leaders of the Red Soil Department looked at each other and had nothing to say. During the day, the ferocity and skill of the longship warriors were seen by everyone and deeply imprinted in their minds. In front of these armored and axe-wielding warriors, the "ferocious" Siguayo warriors were just like children in front of adults, they were indeed vulnerable. The Taíno militiamen who were afraid of the Siguayus were probably nothing more than babies in front of the longship warriors.
That night, the warriors of the kingdom had a great time and were busy "converting" the young woman. The kingdom’s priests looked solemn and felt even more comfortable!
Because, with the respected chiefs taking the lead and the powerful display of force, in just one night, they converted five or six higher-status tribal leaders, as well as a dozen tribal hunters who were good at shooting!
"Huh! This is a top-down mission... Once you convert the leaders at the top, the next progress will be like a mountain torrent, rapid and unstoppable!"
Priest Thomas turned his sore wrist, his face remained calm and his heart felt extremely happy. He looked at the twenty or so respectful Taino believers in front of him and the sun hummingbirds spreading their wings on their foreheads. It was like seeing the endless glory of the Lord God, covering the future of the entire island of Cuba!
Of course, Priest Tuomat knew that most of the newly converted tribesmen were shallow believers who were grateful for the rescue by the fleet, or were shocked by the force, or even false believers who were seeking to get closer. They only know the name of the main god and fear the power of the main god. In fact, they still have various gods in their hearts and do not have any firmness.
Next, only if they come from the bottom of their hearts and truly respect the Lord God can they take a further step and become true believers. True believers are the main body of believers and are the largest in number. Most of the nobles and merchants in the kingdom have complicated minds and deep desires. They can probably only stay at the stage of true believers, or even not.
A true believer is a true believer who has no doubts about the Lord God, has no thoughts of questioning, and is a sincere and sincere believer. In the Mexican Union and the Kingdom of the Lake, sincere believers are already the highest requirement for most people. The kingdom's warriors in the fleet can be carefully selected to participate in voyages of thousands of miles, and most of them are at this level.
Further up, there are only a few pure and firm believers, or fanatical converts who have experienced the collapse of old beliefs and completely reshaped their perceptions, and can become fanatical believers. Fanatic believers already regard gods as the only ones who can truly sacrifice their lives for gods!
Among the Mexica warriors in the kingdom, the proportion of fanatics is actually very small. On the contrary, there are many fanatical believers among the Prepecha warriors who have experienced the collapse of the Kingdom of Tarasco and abandoned their belief in the Three Gods. There are a large proportion of fanatical believers in the Divine Blessing Legion composed of Otomi warriors stained with the blood of their own tribe, and in the vanguard throwing battalion composed of warriors of the Tekos tribe who surrendered after the tribe's demise.
"His Highness has demonstrated the power of the God of Death. He has subdued so many Tlaxcalans whose tribes have perished. He should also be able to gain a large number of fanatical believers. Well... if the 'Heart of the Gods' hot air balloon is allowed to take off a few more times, it will be revealed With the miracle, the believers' piety will suddenly increase a lot!"
The night is vast, with singing and dancing. Priest Tomat looked at the simple and joyful Taino villagers with a smile on his face and thought about it for a long time. These simple ordinary tribesmen have pure minds and are simple and natural. As long as they are taught patiently, the proportion of them becoming sincere believers and fanatic believers will definitely be much higher than that of other tribes on the Mexica Plateau!
"Pseudo believers, shallow believers, true believers, sincere believers, fanatic believers... and then higher up, there are the saints personally canonized by the alliance's high priests! The level of saints can no longer be determined by simple faith, but must Show enough ability to make amazing contributions to the Lord God..."
Thinking of this, Priest Tomat's heart was filled with excitement, and he could not hide the longing in his heart.
"The only two saints who have been canonized at the moment are the immortal elder who founded the divine religion and has outstanding prestige, and the high priest Shuter who personally formulated the religious law and presided over the religious reform. And Shuluo, who is inspired by the gods and can predict Your Highness will definitely book the saint’s place in advance..."
"And if I can spread the faith of the Lord God in Cuba and resist the white-skinned evil that invades in the prophecy...then, as a revered saint...ah! May the Lord God bless me!"
Priest Tomat murmured a prayer, and the hot look in his eyes seemed to burn those who looked at him.
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, shrank his neck and lowered his head to avoid such intimidating eyes. He was silent for a moment, exhaled, and no longer paid attention to the frenzied priest Tomat, but looked at Huitu Puap who was holding a Taino woman and drinking and having fun.
"Come on, come on! Drink this drink! When you finish drinking, the four of you will accompany me to the hut next to me!...Haha! I, Puapu, am the strongest warrior on the longship! Yes! You guys Four, I want them all tonight!..."
"Huh! After this battle, I'm about to return. Before I leave, I have to have a good time! It's a pity that the fleet is sailing far away and can't bring women. Tall beauties like you, wait for me When I return to the kingdom, I’m afraid I’ll never meet him again!”
"Tsk tsk! It's so refreshing. This is so enthusiastic! Come with me into the house! I can't be like some old men, who only have a teapot without a spout, and there is no water in the pot..."
"Ahem! Damn it! That bastard Huitu!"
Hearing this, Chihuaco's face darkened and he cursed in his heart.
"You are only about the same height as me! If these Tylenol women stood up, you might not be able to reach them even if you stand on tiptoe!..."
It is strange to say that although the Taíno people have a docile temperament, they are extremely tall, generally a head taller than the other tribes on the plateau. I heard from the Mayan businessman Tikalo that in the southern continent, there are also tall giants, generally as tall as the spears of the kingdom's warriors. You know, according to the kingdom's new scale, a spear is more than two meters long.
"The wilderness people in the north, the highland people of the Alliance, the Mayans in the lowlands, the Tainos on the islands, the rumored giants in the south... so many tribes with different shapes, different personalities, and completely different languages and beliefs. ...Are they really all descended from the same ancestors of the Jiao people, as the scripture says?"
Thinking of what he had seen during the two voyages and explorations, a few deep doubts flashed through the mind of the old militiaman Chihuaco. Although he has never gone to school and is illiterate, he has a clear mind and has seen many things. In his heart, there is a spontaneous and simple dialectical thought, thinking dialectically about everything in the world. only...
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, turned his head, glanced at the fanatical and dedicated Priest Tomat, and then pursed his lips. He knew that most of the people in the fleet were different from him. People are able to travel thousands of miles to come here because of the power of faith. He can think some ideas, but he must not say them.
"Praise the Lord God! She protects you, she protects us, and she protects the converted tribes and villages!"
The stars shine and the bonfire roars. Priest Thomat lowered his dagger and carved another hummingbird. Then, with pious solemnity, he comforted the converted hunter.
"Hunter Chisnail, as long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, your fighting skills will improve day by day! Your courage, your strength, and your wisdom will be blessed by God and gradually grow... In the end, you will be like the Kingdom Like a warrior, brave and strong!"
"Praise...the Lord God!...Praise...Huitzilopochtli!"
The newly converted Taino hunter Chiwo stammered, chanted the name of the main god, prayed a few words, and left with excitement on his face.
Priest Tomat smiled, touched his chin, and said nothing. He did not deceive the other party. All hunters and militiamen who held ceremonies and converted to the main god would receive systematic training from the kingdom's warriors and then participate in small-scale battles. After completing this complete process, promotion is inevitable.
"Well, taking advantage of this wave of power in the kingdom, we need to recruit some smart Taino teenagers! Teach the kingdom's writing, explain the scriptures of the main god, learn the prayer rituals, and serve as local priest apprentices. As long as these apprentices are trained into Priest, the foundation of the kingdom on the island of Cuba will be completely stabilized!..."
Thinking of this, Priest Thomas was excited and his blood was boiling. Once the situation on the island of Cuba is opened up, the Kingdom's fleet can make a big difference here! And the biggest hero among them, besides himself, is the old militiaman Chihuaco...
Priest Tomat raised his head and clenched his fists on his chest. He smiled and nodded to Chihuaco, who was not far away and was looking at the stars.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise you, Captain Chihuaco, you are an outstanding disciple of the Lord God!..."
Among the celebrating crowd, the old militiaman Chihuaco was stunned. He stood there for a few breaths and bowed his head respectfully in return.
"Praise...the Lord God! Priest Thomas, you are the fearless whale in the sea, leading the fleet forward!..."
"Hahaha!..."
"Ha ha!..."
Hearty laughter rang out in the Red Earth Village, reflecting the starry and moonlit night. This is the greeting of the faithful and the dialectic before taking leave and departing.
