Aztec Eternals

In July, the North Pacific Ocean is covered with bright sunshine and rarely sees heavy rains, just like the boundless sea of ​​​​the sun. The summer high pressure centered on Hawaii is rotating clockwise high in the sky, setting off never-ending sea winds and throwing moist water vapor from the ocean endlessly towards the mainland.

The wind howled and changed, all the way from south to north. And an ancient style of shelter boat, with three elongated longitudinal sails, was traveling from west to east along the basin shelf of the Aleutian Islands. From time to time, big waves of three to four meters hit from both sides of the ship, causing the ship to shake. However, this is already the gentlest season in the stormy North Sea, and it is also one of the two months most suitable for sailing in a year.

"Witness the Lord God! Winter is a vast white sea of ​​ice, early spring is a misty sea of ​​mist, midsummer is a golden sea of ​​light, and early autumn is a misty sea of ​​mist. But in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind and waves gradually rise, and in late autumn it turns into rain and From big waves to early winter storms and sudden snows, everything is frozen in the severe cold of midwinter... Therefore, midsummer in July and early autumn in October are the two most suitable months for sailing! And from May to November, It is the only half year that can be navigable. All voyages must be carried out as quickly as possible, the sooner the better!…”

"Blessed by the Lord God! From the sea of ​​ice to the sea of ​​fog, from the sea of ​​day to the sea of ​​wind, from the sea of ​​waves to the sea of ​​storms, from the sea of ​​night to the sea of ​​ice... These are the magnificent four seasons of the North Sea, the mysterious and vast ocean! And! Your Majesty’s divine enlightenment guided us all the way from east to west, across thousands of miles of island chains, and arrived at a new vast continent. Then, with the harvest of divine inspiration, we returned from west to east, bringing back the glue people we encountered Tribe, bring back the prophesied craftsmen and ships!…”

Mickey, the knowledgeable man, sat in the small captain's cabin at the stern of the ship, lowering his head and writing quickly with a pencil, writing down the logbook and emotions of the voyage. Then, he felt the rocking hull of the ship, looked at the clear sunlight outside the porthole, and saw the faintly visible island chain in the distance to the north. He was startled for a moment, opened his eyes wide, and identified the nearest island to the north. He recognized the shape and appearance of the gray-brown mountain peak, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.

"Gaowa, how many days did we sail on this ship?..."

"Weng? How many days will it take to get on the ship and sail?"

White Bear Gaowa blinked, stretched out his left hand, counted four fingers, and answered affirmatively.

"One, two, three, four, four fingers...that's four days, all the sun!"

"Ah? It's really four days? Did it take us four sunny days to sail from the Kamigayama Port where we boarded the ship to the Kamivolcano Island six hundred miles to the east? How is it possible? How could it be so fast?!..."

Mickey the Knowledgeable stood up in surprise, looked at the sea outside the small window, and looked through the recorded charts. Looking at the overlapping records and islands, he gradually opened his mouth in surprise, with disbelief on his face.

"Ah? That island in the north is really a sacred volcano island! This ship actually traveled 600 miles in just four days! ... Four days, six hundred miles!"

"Lord God! It's really a sea ship blessed by the Wind God! Shi Jian said that they set off from Shenshuangyan Port in Shenqi Continent and sailed for almost a month... Doesn't that mean they traveled four to five thousand miles?... No wonder Zuwaro can Send this ship back so quickly!..."

Having said this, Mickey the Knowledgeable stood up excitedly. He opened his arms, touched the plank of the captain's cabin, and even danced with excitement. To be honest, he never thought that after only nine months of separation, he would meet the ship sent back by Zuvalo and get the exact news of arriving at Shenqi Continent! He thought that the farewell last October, even if it was not a life and death farewell, would have to wait for another two years...

"O Lord God! This new longship is about the same size as a large ship. It only needs a dozen sailors to maneuver it freely. It doesn't need fifty oarsmen at all. And it relies entirely on the sails and wind power, and no one needs to paddle. , you can move forward non-stop all day long, and the speed is more than twice that of the kingdom’s longship!…”

"This is truly a God-inspired wind-god sea ship! How many tribes are good at sailing are needed to build it?! And how lucky is Zuvalo to be able to capture all the sailboats and the tribes who control it? In hand!...Praise to the Lord God who protects you! Praise to His Majesty for the foreknowledge! Praise also to the brave Zuvalo!..."

"Ah! Praise the high gods on the ancestral peak of gods!..."

Seeing her husband with a happy face and praying devoutly, White Bear Gaowa also prayed and stood up with a smile. then. With a "boom", she hit the roof of the ship above her head, shaking the entire captain's cabin.

"Ah! It hurts! Such a short houseboat..."

Gao Wa covered her head, pouted, and sat back angrily. This ocean-covering ship was built by craftsmen from Korea and Japan, and was designed according to the height of Japan. The height of the captain's cabin is only about 1.6 or 7 meters, and the area can only accommodate three or four people. And with Gaowa's height of more than 1.8 meters and a body that can fight bears, staying here with Mickey is indeed a little constrained and unable to do anything.

"Ah haha! Gaowa, let's go out, the deck outside is spacious! Let's take a good and careful look at this wind god's ship, and take a look at the smart tribes who control the wind! ... "

Mickey the Knowledgeable smiled and put down the navigation records in his hands. He and Gao Wa got out of the captain's cabin together, facing the bright and open sea and sky, which made people feel relieved.

A strong long wind blew in their faces. The two stood on the second deck and saw at a glance the three towering masts, the bulging longitudinal sails, and the nine North Korean sailors and craftsmen busy around the masts. Ten kingdom warriors and almost the same number of Unanga tribe sailors, all wearing leather armor and carrying copper axes, were distributed up and down the ocean-covering ship.

After more than a month of sailing, the kingdom's warriors were still reassured by these gentle and peaceful North Korean sailors. Their vigilant eyes were always looking at the four Heguo prisoners who were being closely guarded. What they were worried about was not that these four unarmed little prisoners could launch a rebellion in front of twenty fully armed elites of the kingdom. But what really alarmed them was...

"Greetings to you, respected divine priest, Vice-Captain Mickey! These four captives come from the Three Islands and the tribal alliance predicted by His Majesty. They are the translator, the blacksmith, the horse breeder and the tribal small head. They are all ancestors. Captain Varro carefully selected and sent them back to the Lake Kingdom..."

The warrior leader, Kapu Shijian, wore sturdy leather armor and climbed the wooden steps to the second deck at the stern of the ship. He bowed his head respectfully and saluted Mickey, the Knowledgeable One, with a rare smile appearing on his weather-beaten face.

"Witness the Lord God! The one with the bald head and four fingers is called Watanabe, and he is an important translator who can recognize the words of the alliance. And the one with the injured knee is called Otani, and he is a blacksmith who knows how to make iron. As for the young man who was with the horse in the cabin The horse man is called Ichiro. As for the last one with his hands tied, gagged, and dejected, he is the captured leader of a small tribe, named Murakami..."

"When we set out from Shenshuangyan Port, we actually brought five Japanese prisoners with us. But when we saw the ship heading eastward, and then eastward, after crossing Shenxuemu Island half a month ago... there were two prisoners He jumped into the sea secretly at night, and was swept away by the wind and waves. Only Murakami, who was particularly good at swimming, survived. He kept swimming for three or four miles and reached the Shenxue Island. He was killed by Unanga on the island. The tribe captured him...and just to capture him, we delayed our trip for three days!..."

"O God! Jump into the North Sea with such strong waves and swim three or four miles to the island?..."

Hearing this, Mickey the Knowledgeable looked startled, with a bit of surprise on his face.

"The small-headed man of this tribe is so good at water! But he doesn't even have a canoe, and he has no food or water. Why did he escape to Shen Shuangjie Island? There are only two to three hundred Unanga tribes there. It's the snow in the mountains, the desolate hills, and the long meadows on the seaside... Strange, have you ever asked him why he ran away? Was it because he didn't have enough to eat, didn't wear warm clothes, or was he afraid of being sacrificed?..."

"Yes, I asked about it. I heard from the translator Watanabe that the village leader saw the ships going farther and farther away, and was afraid that he would not be able to return to his hometown, so he wanted to escape home..."

Chakapu Shijian thought for a while, pulled his hair, and answered with some uncertainty.

"It seems that, according to the tribe there...if a person dies in a distant overseas country and the body cannot be buried in his hometown, he will become a wandering undead soul that cannot find a home and cannot go to any land of gods and Buddhas!..."

"People have to die in their hometown, or they will become wandering undead?... In order to find a way home, even if they jump into the sea with a narrow escape from death?... What a strange idea..."

Hearing this, Mickey the Knowledgeable was very interested and nodded with a smile.

For tribes in the Mexica Plateau who are devout believers in gods, only the gods they believe in determine where their souls will go after death, and it only depends on how they die, not where they die. They have no inseparable feelings about their hometown, but rather look towards the sky of the Kingdom of God and the divine mountains and sea.

This inherited habit of living without a fixed place probably comes from the memory of tribal migrations over thousands of years, and from the ancestors who were still living in the wilderness hundreds of years ago. This is even more true for the canine tribes who stayed in the wilderness. They don't care about long-distance migration and death, they regard these as a part of life, and even their ashes after death are scattered in the wilderness and by the lake...

"Well, the other three, the translator, the blacksmith and the horse breeder, are all talents that the kingdom is in urgent need of, so we must keep an eye on them!"

"Yes! Dear Divine Priest!"

After a moment of conversation, Mickey looked past the four Chinese prisoners and looked at the several Korean sailors manipulating the sails. Among them was a middle-aged sailor, his eyes widened and he stood straight under the main mast. His expression was both angry and timid, and he raised his head hard, gesturing vigorously and saying something loudly to several tall Unanga sailors around him. The Unanga sailors, who were two heads taller than him, looked at him with simple eyes with confused and confused expressions.

"Hey! Who is he? What are you talking about?..."

"Oh! He is the sailmaker with the best sailing skills among the sailors. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is called 'Pu'. He is teaching those sailors how to operate these three long sails that cooperate with each other and are connected. …I have been teaching this for almost a month, but the sail operation of this ship is too complicated, and our sailors are still prone to making mistakes!…”

"What? The most skilled sailmaker, manipulating complex sails? In other words... how do you make this sailboat travel as fast as it flies?!"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey's eyes instantly lit up, and his face showed full of curiosity and curiosity. He nodded to Shi Jian, strode down the steps, and walked towards the Korean sailmaker under the mainmast.

"Blessed by the Lord God! I also want to listen carefully to how this Wind God's sailing boat can fly on the sea with the help of the Wind God's unpredictable power! And the longships of the Alliance must also learn how to do it. It has to change so quickly!…”

Ah, the cat probe. I had a cold two days ago, but I feel better today. The cold wave is heading south and the temperature has dropped sharply. Everyone should keep warm.

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