Long boats plied the waves, the lagoon rose and fell, and the bay was busy. Hundreds of people have been busy for half a month, and the kingdom camp in Tielwan Town has begun to take shape.
The priests of the kingdom hurriedly inspected the seeds of the Malabu tree and were overjoyed. The seed kernel of this tree does contain amazing oil! Even if it is roughly squeezed, more than 20% of the oil can be squeezed out. It is indeed an oil crop that the kingdom desperately needs.
Soon, a few more bags of seeds from the Malabu tung oil tree appeared on the fleet of the old militiamen returning to Chihuaco. The guide Heishi also specially reminded that the seeds of this tung oil tree are poisonous, and the oil squeezed out can only be used, not eaten.
The day is getting dusk, and the setting sun casts a rosy glow. Chihuaco, an old militiaman, stood on a hill near the iron ore mine, looking at the sunset by the sea.
Near the iron mine area, there are sparse trees and long grass. Not far from the feet of the old militiamen, there is a large area of monoflame grass unique to the island of Cuba. This kind of grass is in its flowering period, and the flowers are shaped like flames and bright red and purple in color, which looks very festive.
"Dear Captain Chihuaco, what are you looking at?"
"Dear Priest Thomas, I am looking at the red sunset and the purple flowers."
Hearing this, Priest Tomat raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile.
"Oh? Which one is more beautiful, the sunset or the flowers?"
"I've seen a lot of sunsets at the seaside. But here, with the iron ore, it feels very different. The flowers and plants on the island of Cuba are not found on the plateau, and they look very unforgettable."
Speaking of this, Chihuaco, the old militiaman, let out a long sigh, with a hint of nostalgia on his face, and said an answer that was not among his choices.
"Of course, the most beautiful thing is the simple people on the island of Cuba. There are no such quiet and peaceful villages on the plateau..."
"Well, Priest Thomas, before I leave, I have a sincere request..."
"Oh? Please tell me."
"Witness the Lord God! I ask you and the warriors of the kingdom to be a little more tolerant to the simple Taino people...especially Huitu Puap. He is too murderous. Please restrain him..."
"Um..."
Upon hearing such an unexpected request, Priest Thomas raised his eyebrows. He was silent for a while before nodding in response.
"Dear Captain Chihuaco, I promise you. The Lord God testifies that I will always remain friendly to the Taino people without affecting the mission of the kingdom... As for Puap, I will also watch him."
"...Praise the Lord God! Thank you!"
The old militiaman lowered his head and saluted Priest Tomat. Priest Tomat looked solemn and returned the salute. The two fell into silence again, watching the sunset over the sea gradually sinking into the mountains and sea in the west.
"Captain Chihuaco, have you informed Huitu Puap about what you left behind?"
"...Not yet. When I was in the village before, I never found an opportunity. But here, I'm a little busy."
"Then we have to hurry up. It would be easier for you to tell him about this matter!"
Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco sighed and agreed to come down.
"What is supposed to come must come... When the sun goes down, I will go find him!"
The sun quickly set, and the earth was shrouded in darkness. When the old militiaman Chihuaco found Huitu Puap, Puap was sitting by the campfire, eating fish soup with big mouthfuls. Looking at the ready-made food, Chihuaco was not polite and sat down directly to drink a large bowl. After the two of them finished eating, Chihuaco looked calm, looked into Puap's eyes, and revealed his purpose.
"What? Old man Qi, what are you talking about?"
Huitu Puap dropped the wooden bowl in his hand with a clang. He jumped up in surprise, pointed at his chest, and asked in disbelief.
"You said, let me lead the kingdom's warriors and stay in Cuba?!"
"Yes. This is a decision I made after discussing it with several fleet priests."
Chihuaco announced calmly without any emotion on his face.
"Puapu, I will return with half the fleet. You must stay and assist the priest Tomat."
"What? What! Why is it me?!"
Huitu Puap jumped anxiously and his voice rose a bit.
"There are several team captains among the Kingdom Warriors! I have chosen the ones who will stay!"
"Yeah. Because you...are the best at fighting."
"Why?! As for those who can fight, Osprey, the warrior of the Silver Crow tribe, and Moka Yin, the warrior of the Puton tribe, can fight both of them!"
"The Osprey and Silver Crow warriors will stay here to accompany you. Most of the Morton warriors will stay, and Mokayin will go back with me. When the fleet returns, it will also stay with the Puton clan. Add some sailors, and Mokain can help with communication."
"Damn it! Damn it! Why? Why is it me?!"
Huitu Puap's eyes widened, anxious and angry, and even his face turned red. He pulled out the copper ax from his waist and struck the surrounding palm trees with such force that it penetrated two inches.
"I am the vice-captain of the exploration team! I have the right to choose! I will never stay! Old man Qi, you and Tomato are two bad guys, and you have no right to let me stay here, on this broken island with nothing. !”
"call!..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco sighed lightly and shook his head. With a solemn expression and sharp eyes, he watched the angry Puap like an eagle watching an angry brown bear.
"Huitu, you do have the right to choose to go back."
Chihuaco answered calmly, his words were calm but contained power.
"But, I let you stay here, not to harm you, but to save you! If you choose to go back now, the result will be severe punishment from His Highness! You may be deprived of your title, you may be exiled, and you may even die. !... And staying here for a few years is your only chance of survival."
"What?! Your Highness's punishment? Why did he punish me? I fought all the way for the kingdom, regardless of life and death, and even killed Prince Maya..."
Speaking of this, Huitu Puupup paused, his face changed a little, and there was struggle in his eyes.
"I also participated in so many battles and defeated so many enemies!..."
"Ha! Killing Prince Maya in formation, what a great achievement!... Huitu, let me ask you, has the most powerful Xiwu clan in the lowland Maya gone to war with the kingdom?"
"This! They...attacked us first! I just led the warriors to counterattack!"
"Shit! Who attacked first? Could it be that I was blind at that time and couldn't see it? Puap, you idiot! Even if you are confused for a moment, you should understand after so long!"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, was furious. He raised his hand and struck Puap hard on the head.
"Don't be so stubborn and lie to yourself! In fact, you have already understood that this time, you fell into Ti Carlo's trick and became the blade of revenge in his hands! Without you, his plan would have failed. No, and the kingdom and the powerful Xiwu clan will not be completely hostile, and there will be no room for maneuver!"
"Huitu, please pat your chest again and tell me, is it really your achievement to kill Prince Maya?"
"This! This is...you said...His Tikalo!..."
Hearing the words of the old militiaman, Huitu Puap's expression suddenly changed. He was stammering and incoherent, and the struggle in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Half a year has passed since this trip, and the attitude of the priests on the ship towards this matter is very obvious. He is not really stupid, how can he not understand the real right and wrong. It's just that he has always been bragging about his achievements and anesthetizing himself, instead of recognizing the reality. In fact, when he arrived on the island of Cuba, he was already much more cautious and did not make the same mistake again.
After struggling for a moment, Huitu Puap finally couldn't bear the pressure in his heart and shouted excitedly. His face was angry at one moment and frightened at the other. He was pacing back and forth and shouting continuously.
"No! That's not right! I have made meritorious service to the kingdom! I narrowly escaped death, came to Cuba with my fleet, and defeated the Siguayus... I must have made meritorious service!"
"Even if I make a mistake, Your Highness, Your Highness is kind and generous, you won't punish me severely, right? I am so loyal and have always fought for the kingdom..."
"Chihuaco, you are talking! Am I right? Damn it! Don't close your eyes, don't shake your head, look at me and answer!..."
