Aztec Eternals

"O Lord! This... this is the legendary rich east? This is the capital of the ancient Japanese kingdom of Sipan?... This... this is not even a **** town, it is just a shabby native village, a A poor barbarian camp!…Ah! Damn Columbus, he lied to us! This shameless liar!…”

"Antonio, this is no ordinary native village! Look at so many armored native warriors, so many native militiamen with iron spears... and a stone native temple! ... This must be an important stronghold of the natives! It can't be the capital. How can there be such a poor capital?... It's not a village. How can there be so many soldiers in the village?... I know! This is... the fortress of the ancient kingdom of Sipan!... Yes, it must be like this! We He was taken to the port fortress near the capital of Japan!… Damn Columbus!…”

Two captured Castilian sailing ships anchored on the lake north of Iron Bay Town. This small town, established only three years ago, does not even have a pier deep enough to dock the caravel sailboat with a draft of nearly three meters. The kingdom's warriors escorted the prisoners, transferred to the galley longship, and landed at the port of the simple town. Then, a lakeside field with natural scenery and primitive thatched huts and wooden shacks suddenly spread out under the red hills.

Antonio, the carpenter, and Carlo, the goldsmith, stood by the lake with their eyes wide open. They looked at the Tiewan Town with more than 2,000 people in front of them, recalled the native villages they had seen before, and tried hard to find the differences.

The area of ​​Tiewan Town is not small. It is divided into east, west, north and south with an open temple square as the center. The east and west sides are very vast, with endless fields cultivated, and hundreds of tribesmen are busy. Those fields were planted with low-growing cassava and beans, New World crops that were unknown to the Old World captives. And among the large fields, there are tribal houses arranged horizontally and vertically, which seem to be arranged according to specific rules, more regular than all the native villages I have seen before.

Stretching from the east and west farmland to the south, until the end of the line of sight, there is a stretch of high and low open-air shacks, standing on the red mounds. There was smoke coming out of most of the shacks, and it was hard to see what was burning.

To the north of where everyone was, was the port on the lakeshore, with hundreds of canoes moored and a dozen small galleys of strange shapes. These small galleys also fly bird flags, but the bird flags are surrounded by squares, which are obviously different from the flags on the long galley ships. On the small galley, there were still many strange tribes wearing headbands and pendants, staring with narrow eyes in surprise and shouting at the big ship and the prisoners.

"The high-hanging Serpent God! How could there be such a big ship and such a white person! ... What a white-skinned, bearded man! ... Sacred kapok tree! Which divine tree root system does this come from? Strange tribes that have emerged?...Gods in the treetops! Could it be that...as the Gem Tribe said, they are evil demons that emerge from the abyss of the dead and spread death?...Ah! Evil demons!..."

"Lord! Holy Mother! Huitziloppo!...Why...the heads of these natives are so long? The eyes are still slanted...terrible demons! They are really terrible demons emerging from hell!..."

Antonio, the carpenter, looked at the long-headed man on the galley and shuddered with fear. He grabbed Carlo's arm in fear, not daring to look at the weird long-headed man again. The goldsmith Carlo ignored it and just followed the footsteps of the boatswain Chachu and the leader of the native warriors, walking south for a while until he waited obediently in front of the temple square in the center. Then, with a puzzled look on his face, he looked at the shacks in the south and looked at the rising black smoke.

"Huh? Such thick smoke! Is this burning charcoal or bricks?...Huh?! Why does this smell still smell like iron...Ah! That black and red ore pile seems to be iron ore...This It's iron smelting!... Among those open-air shacks, there are a bunch of smoking furnaces where the natives are busy working. They are all iron furnaces!... Lord of Huitziloppo! This is the iron smelting fortress of the ancient kingdom of Sipan!... "

Seeing the familiar old trade, goldsmith Carlo took a few steps closer in surprise. He couldn't help but look at the situation in the shacks and judge the iron smelting level of the ancient people of Xipan. As a goldsmith on ocean-going ships, he also served as the ship's blacksmith, repairing sailors' weapons. In fact, goldsmiths and blacksmiths on the peninsula often work in the same family, because their daily work is blacksmithing, and few people have gold and come to you to make goldware.

"Hmm... The upright stove is a barrel-shaped stove. It is not the square-bed stove in Catalonia, nor is it like the hoof-shaped stove commonly seen in the countryside... Could it be the iron sheet stove used in the eastern countries? No! The iron sheet shaft furnace It must be more than three meters high no matter what. It is said that the new shaft furnaces in the northern Italian city-states can even be more than seven meters high..."

Carlo, the goldsmith, stood on tiptoe and watched for a long time, but the more he looked, the more doubtful he became.

"Huitziloppo! This furnace is too small! It shouldn't be able to smelt much iron... Ah! Are the natives smashing the furnace to get iron? This is actually a disposable earthen furnace! ... Such a simple furnace can burn a lot of iron. Hot? I'm afraid not much good iron can be produced... Lord! The level of iron smelting of these natives is probably worse than that of the natives of the Canary Islands of Dogs! ... Holy Mother! We were defeated by the natives who can't smelt iron. , and even became their captives! Damn Columbus!…”

"Bah! Carlo, what are you yelling about?...Huh? Coo! You are a native of the Isle of Dogs! Your whole family is!..."

Chachu, a native of Dog Island, turned his head, raised his hand and gave Carlo a chestnut. Then, he lowered his voice nervously and cursed.

"Joder! Lower your head quickly and prepare to salute!... The natives... cough! The big man from Sipangu has appeared!... He wears a feather hat on his head, a large gilt chain around his neck, and the Sipangu knight behind him They are coming!...Coo! He is coming towards us...Ah! Praise be to the Lord of Huitziloppo!..."

"Uh... Praise to Huitziloppo! Praise to you, noble Lord Sipangu!..."

"Hmm...is this your majesty's prophecy? Is this the white-skinned demon?..."

Tomato, the Cuban priest, opened his eyes wide and carefully looked up and down at the three kneeling prisoners. His gentle and detailed eyes swept over the faces, beards and clothes of the prisoners, and finally stopped on the hair of the prisoners.

"Three prisoners, three colors of hair...one with blond hair, one with dark brown hair, one with brown hair...Oh! The blond hair is yellow skin...Puap, he is the 'Agou' you said, The natives of Dog Island who were deceived by evil spirits took the initiative to convert to the Lord God after awakening?..."

"Yes, respected Priest Tuomat!...Haha! Agou is a warrior of the island tribe. In awe of my amazing courage and might, he knelt down and surrendered to me, and converted to the Lord God... He took these two white-skinned captives and taught him The Taíno sailors manned the sails and brought back the two demonic sailboats. One of the two captives said that he could cut metal and the other could repair ships. Neither of them were too courageous, and they were both willing to convert to the Lord God. …I estimate that these captives know a lot about the devil’s magical weapons and are willing to convert, so they will have some useful knives!…”

"Well, that's right... Your Majesty said that you need to learn the techniques and magical weapons of evil spirits... kill those who deserve to be killed, sacrifice those that deserve to be sacrificed, and leave alive those who have skills and are willing to teach..."

Priest Tomato narrowed his eyes, looked at the Caravel sailboat parked on the lake, looked at the bookstore www.zhaoｓｕｕｎ.com and then looked at the Mayan merchant ship sailors who shouted in surprise, and suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

"Praise the Lord God! This has come at the right time... It is truly a big ship that has never been seen before, even bigger than the galleys of the Kingdom and Maya countries!..."

"Witness the Lord God! To be able to build such a large ship, with iron weapons equipped with lightning, and come across an unknown distance of the sea... These white-skinned evil demons must have been inspired by the evil **** to possess the power of thunder, fire and death. Evil power!…”

"However, the supreme Lord God has seen everything clearly! His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment has also issued the divine edict long ago... We have come across the waves of eight thousand miles just for this day, to meet these terrible evil spirits! To bring the disaster of annihilation to the world , destroyed at the original source!…”

Priest Tomat looked generous and recited the prayers and scriptures of the Lord God in proficient Mayan language, and also praised the omniscient power of the Lord God. Then, he raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the stunned and frightened young Mayan noble next to him, and asked meaningfully.

"The white-skinned demon, the ship with huge sails, the miracle of the Lord God, the prophecy of His Majesty!... Dear Prince of Yanhu, what I have seen with my own eyes at this moment is as real as the kapok tree... Do you believe it?..."