Chang'an City has entered winter. Compared to a special area in the South Asian subcontinent, the sun is shining brightly at this time.
The tropical monsoon climate results in a lot of rain in the local area. There are more than ten famous ports in the coastal areas of a certain continent. Compared with the huge throughput thousands of years later, there are only a few small and dilapidated fishing boats at this time.
There are no synthetic fishing nets or lines. Most local fishermen use homemade forks to catch fish close to the water. Only those who are relatively wealthy can use nets made of natural materials.
Most of these fishing nets are also carried out in the river. If a large number of fish are caught, the small fishing boats cannot withstand the torment.
The scorching sun, simple tools, and lack of education, some actions all depend on God's will.
Da da da da playing in the mud
Da da da da playing in the mud
.....
On the beach, a certain goddess or priest wearing green consciousness was jumping around and muttering some weird words. Some of the people around had a look of awe and expectation on their faces, hoping that the goddess would bring some good news.
Not far from this group of people, there was a bearded man named Asan with a head wrapped like bread. He was wearing a large robe with some gold ornaments hanging on it.
There is a scimitar at the waist. The handle is inlaid with a red gem. The scabbard is also dotted with small gems, showing the nobility of the knife.
Ah San was dressed gorgeously. The guards beside him wore some unknown leather half-armor and held a small buckler in his hand. Only one was elderly, about forty years old, middle-aged and bearded. The metal texture was similar to that of ancient Rome. General's armor.
"Chief, are we going to form an alliance with those outsiders?"
"Look at God's Word"
"But if we don't take a stand, it may be like Moody in the port next door being thrown into the holy water to feed the catfish."
_(:з ∠)_
There was a hint of fear on the middle-aged man's face. It was true that he had developed courage after years of fighting, but seeing the ending on the other side was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
It's too awful
Asan's body, wrapped in a turban, trembled slightly. As a lord who ruled a port with more than a thousand people, he had dealt with Moody on the opposite side.
He is a foreigner who claims to be a descendant of the noble seed left behind by a certain emperor when he conquered this place. He came here from the north with a few servants who were good at fighting. After killing some pirates and gangsters, he began to build his own strength here.
At first, I didn't pay too much attention to the other party. Even if they were descendants of an ancient emperor, there were only a hundred or ten people who could not pose any threat to me.
But, things are often different from what I thought. On a rainy day half a year later, when I entered the sage mode after finishing my fun, I heard the news from the next door.
The one on the opposite side relied on the strength of a hundred people to defeat his biggest competitor and became an intermediate lord who ruled five hundred people.
Then, with unknown skills, he recruited some tough guys and craftsmen from the north to start building his own territory on a large scale, and there was also a third great god that he had never heard of.
Then, the development of the enemy became faster and faster. About a year later, the population, economy, and combat effectiveness of the opponent surpassed their own, and they made some fishing boats of their own and began to play inland rivers and open seas.
I once sent people to trade as merchants, but in fact they were to inquire about information and got some weird information that I didn't know how to explain.
The priests on the opposite side wear hoods every day, with a round and strange logo embroidered on their bodies. They are not some common local gods that are known.
There are too many gods on this land. For example, a few years ago, the general of a certain city-state in the north rebelled, causing an uproar, and was eventually destroyed by a coalition led by an outsider.
He listened with interest to what the foreigner said with three heads and six arms, transformed into an Asura, and the Great Ming King. As for whether it was true or false, he didn't know. He only knew that the steamed buns from Dayouyuan around him were the most delicious.
The divination ritual has a complicated and long process. Pulling his attention away from the big and round steamed buns, Ah San looked at several ships in the bay that were more than a circle larger than his own small fishing boat, showing an envious look.
It's really a big ship, and there are hundreds of pirates on it alone. Fortunately, they are not interested in me, otherwise my identity as a lord will be ruined.
"My lord, are you looking at those pirate ships?"
"Yes, Aji, do you think we can get one here so that I will be 100% the most powerful lord in the surrounding seas?"
"You can definitely accept it. After all, you are a descendant of a noble race."
"That is, my seventh aunt and eighth aunt's nephew's brother's sister's daughter's daughter's brother is the king."
"praise you"
Both the master and the servant looked proud on the surface, but they knew in their hearts that the family thousands of miles away would not get any help before they were hacked to death by pirates and outsiders.
Perhaps only after death can one hear a hint of news a few months later, by which time he has been eaten up by fish.
The sailboats moored in the bay are not outsiders, but Zhang Zhongjian and his party who were thrown here by Li Mingda as the vanguard.
In order to pave the way for his descendants, Zhang Zhongjian was particularly attentive, and he handled this job with great caution.
result
The largest lord combatant here only has more than a thousand people. The largest sea ship can only be regarded as a small and medium-sized existence for him. As for the large sailing ships equipped with small steel cannons and heavy crossbows, those are his younger brother's Brother's brother.
To put it bluntly, the pirates I met along the way were not as good as some scattered fishermen in Monkey.
Most of the news that Asan's pirates he recruited brought to him was unreliable. News about infinite power, the darling of the ocean, and the reincarnation of gods were just bullshit.
Those so-called pirate bosses and lords, etc., sent out a ship and overturned it. Only one person caused some trouble for themselves, that guy named Moody.
Ah San, a young man in his twenties, looked very energetic, and spoke a little arrogantly. He claimed to be a descendant of the seeds left behind when an empire conquered this place, and he was also a noble in the north.
As for why he came to the south, according to what he boasted, he came here to build his own territory based on the news passed by a certain god. He was the person chosen by the gods and was destined to become the overlord of the party and the spokesperson of the ancient gods.
I remember that when I first met him, I was deeply impressed by the strange circular logo embroidered on his body, which was similar to a skull.
I started to get in touch with Du Du. For such a blind and arrogant guy, a few simple words made Du Du feel confident. The point of disagreement between the two parties was over their faith.
To be continued
