"O Gods! These crazed lunatics!"
On the galley, facing the charge of the kingdom's armored warriors, Priest Papu was trembling. He decisively took off his cumbersome sacrificial robe and threw it to the ground. Then, he jumped and jumped into the water. He was like a nimble fish, getting through the gaps between the ships and swimming towards the war ship behind him, moving faster than anyone else.
"Dedicate yourself to God!"
The cry of death resounded in the narrow river. The brutal fight has reached its final conclusion. On the flagship, the old militiaman Chihuaco was covered in blood, stabbing out his spear skillfully and knocking down one enemy after another. Then, the pressure of the fighting suddenly relaxed, and the front of the flagship suddenly opened up. Breathing heavily, he looked towards the fierce shouts and saw the cruel battle situation in the middle of the river, as well as the kingdom warriors who attacked desperately and gave up their lives!
"O Lord God!..."
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, was stunned on the spot. After a moment, two turbid old tears fell from his painful eyes. He bit his lip hard, tasting the blood and bitterness in his mouth. After a few breaths, he crouched and roared like an injured old dog.
"Paddle with all your might! Break out toward the estuary!"
"Paddle with all your might! Break out toward the estuary!"
Along with the new order, the sailors on the flagship also burst out their last strength. Two assaulting longships contained the main force of the Totonac fleet in the center of the river. Both sides of the entire river finally revealed passable space. The two remaining galley boats rowed through the blood-colored river water, slowly accelerating!
“Dedicate yourself to God!…”
In just a moment, the accelerating longship rushed through scattered obstacles and arrived at the back of Totonak's fleet. The shouts in the center of the river gradually became distant, and seemed to gradually become smaller. And when the two longships rushed to the estuary and rushed into the vast sea, the sound of fighting behind them was finally hard to hear.
“Tavaru…”
The old militiaman pursed his lips tightly and turned around to look back. He only saw the Totonak warriors surrounding the fighting place and a figure who was thrown down heavily. After a while, a Totonak warrior held a human head high and shouted a few words. The tribal warriors were like a boiling pack of dogs, howling in excitement.
"Gods bless you! This is the bravest Mexica warrior! I, the warrior Newka of Hidden Serpent City, cut off his head with my own hands!..."
Priest Papu was naked and put on his feather crown again. He frowned and looked at the warrior Nuka on the deck who held up Tavaru's head and boasted about his bravery. He curled his lips slightly but said nothing.
"Where is Chuchute? Is he dead?"
"Priest, he is not dead, he just lost a lot of blood and fainted."
"Bandage him!"
"yes!"
Just as Priest Papu finished instructing his personal guards, another personal guard came to ask for instructions.
"Priest, with the blessing of the gods, we have defeated the evil Aztecs! Two Mexica longships have escaped, should we pursue them?"
"The longship that escaped..."
Priest Pappu touched his chin and looked at the mouth of the river not far away. Two Mexican longboats, covered with scars, had raised their sails at the mouth of the river. Their bows pointed to the northwest, toward the vast sea, and sailed straight forward. It looked like he was trying to escape into the deep sea!
"... No more chasing! I can't catch up... Damn it, these life-hungry lunatics!..."
Priest Pappu cursed in a low voice. He was blowing the mighty sea breeze and looked at the eastern sky, only to see dark clouds gradually approaching here.
"The storm on the beach is coming... entering the sea at this time..."
Priest Pap shook his head. He looked around at the river where the corpses were floating and counted the Totonac warriors who died in the battle. There were at least two hundred people! It wasn't until this moment that a wave of fear surged deep in his heart.
"Fortunately... I brought seven hundred Totonak warriors according to the size of the seven fleets in my memory... If according to the confession obtained from torture, I only brought four hundred people... then the result of this battle..."
After thinking for a moment, priest Pappu suddenly had doubts in his heart.
"Huh? Where are the other three longships hidden? When this battle is over, the captured Mayan merchant must be tortured!..."
"Praise the gods! We captured the longship and destroyed the evil Aztecs!"
Half an hour later, a large group of Totonak warriors completely occupied the two longships. And the last resistance on the long ship finally fell under countless stabs. The densely packed corpses overlapped and fell into the water, scattering blood that could not be dissolved.
Then, the unruly tribal warriors began to quarrel and even fight with each other. They snatched the heads of the kingdom's warriors, especially those wearing helmets, as the most dazzling and bragging-worthy military exploits.
The captured sailors of the fleet were tied tightly and served as inspiring sacrifices in the city-state's celebration ceremony. As for the fleeing Puton warriors, there were also small boats spreading out to search for them, carefully following the hunt. In this jungle full of Totonak tribes, if a lone warrior wants to escape, he can only pray for the favor of fate.
"Gem! Gem! There's a gem on the longship!"
Suddenly, a shout of surprise sounded from the long boat. When Priest Papu heard the news, he saw a stupid tribal warrior, holding a heavy bag of gems in both hands, dancing excitedly. Then, dozens of pairs of competing hands grabbed for the source of the sound. Everyone fought desperately for the bag containing the gems, and even stripped the stupid samurai naked of his crotch cloth.
"Ha! What an idiot!"
Priest Pappu raised the corners of his mouth in disdain. Then, he looked at the guards beside him and gave a stern order.
"Go! In the name of the gods, tell all the warriors! Check carefully and hand over the gems you find. Everyone will have a copy, and you are never allowed to keep it secretly!..."
"Of course, as the most noble priest...I will take half!"
"That's right! Send two more reliable ones to search the camp on the shore! As for the gems found... you know what to do with them!"
"Yes! Lord Priest!..."
The sun sets towards the west, reflecting the red glow on the sea. Two sunken Mexican longboats lay battered and bruised on a riverbank where bodies floated. As for the other two longships, they broke out of the encirclement, raised their sails, and completely disappeared into the depths of the golden-red sea and sky.
The dark clouds from the east gradually came in, and before the sun completely set, we finally reached the seaside. And the heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, splashing blood-colored water.
The blood flowed everywhere and gradually turned pale. In the last glimmer of light, they finally reached the edge of the lagoon, a lush but unnoticed cassava field. In the raging raindrops, the strong cassava swayed gently, glowing with unyielding vitality. And the flowing blood was submerged into the soil, and flowed into the roots of the cassava drop by drop.
