Aztec Eternals

"Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di..."

The sound of the conch horn of the samurai squad rang not far from the mountain. Chiwako stopped and listened for a few breaths, his expression slowed down a little. He motioned the sailors to speed up their pace and walked through two mountain passes, and the **** battlefield suddenly appeared!

On the tawny ground, a dozen corpses lay down everywhere, turning into pools of bright red. In the position where the corpses were concentrated, two wounded Prepecha warriors were squatting on the ground, anxiously checking something.

"Damn it! It must be a Sri Lankan dog!"

Seeing the attacked team, Puapu gave a loud shout and was furious. He eagerly searched for a while, and found a corpse with an arrow in the eye, which was the captain of the reconnaissance team.

"Chickari!"

Puap's heart trembled. He let out a cry of grief, and staggered toward the fallen cronies.

He was banished to the seaside, and he followed only a dozen cronies, dozens of warriors from the capital, and three hundred southern warriors who had surrendered. Since he went to sea, he has already lost two of his cronies, and at this time another one died here, which is really heartbreaking.

You know, these battle-hardened cronies, but he controls the backbone of the army, and will recover the capital in the future! This trip to the sea to explore, even if it is closely along the coast, is still a high-end business!

"Damn...Sri dirt dog!"

Puap scolded angrily and stopped suddenly. When the second half of the sentence was re-exported, the name was changed.

"Chicari..."

Seeing the tragic state of the corpse, Chiwako's eyes jumped. In the Prepecha language, "chikari" means log, which is somewhat similar to the meaning of his name. The old militiaman pursed his lips, stepped forward, and asked the two remaining wounded warriors.

"What just happened? Was it a Sri Lankan attack?"

"We came across a group of Sri tribe warriors, possibly hunters, and were raided by them!"

The young archer gritted his teeth and said bitterly. In many safari tribes, warrior and hunter are often the same word, because bow and arrow are necessary skills for survival.

"We don't understand what they said. The captain lowered his weapon and expressed his goodwill to them, but was shot dead by the leader of the Sri people! Then, the Sri people directly killed them... There were more than a dozen of them. , we only have four and still beat them!"

"Phew!... Praise the Lord God! You are all brave warriors! May the souls of the deceased fly into the kingdom of God where they rest... I will report back to Your Majesty for those who die for exploration and ask for generous mercy!"

Chiwako looked serious, prayed a rare sentence, and made a solemn promise. Then, he asked in a low voice.

"I remember you, your bow skills are very good! Your name is... Kexi? Toad of Shanshui?"

"Yes! Captain!"

He nodded in surprise. His name is koki, which is a common toad in the country. Change to the habit of the celestial dynasty, it is what two dogs, dog eggs. In traditional beliefs, taking such a name, on the one hand, is a cheap name to support life, and on the other hand, it is also to communicate with divine animals, so as to resist the invasion of the world's spirits.

Chiwako crouched down, and then saw that on the red-stained ground, there was a middle-aged warrior who had not died, but his face was flushed, and he fell into a coma without moving.

"What's up with him?..."

"During the battle, the Sri shot a red arrow, which should be poisonous. He was hit by two arrows, and it didn't take long..."

"Red arrows?"

"That's it!"

Delightful took out a bone arrow, and the arrow was dark red. Chiwako frowned, smelled the arrow carefully, and only smelled a touch of blood.

"Mountain Bird, what kind of poison is this?"

The young mountain bird was staring blankly at the tragic battlefield, his hands and feet trembling slightly. Chiwako asked twice in a row before Yamato came back to his senses. He took the bone arrow, looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't make up his mind for a while. Then, he recalled the song his mother had sung, and suddenly realized.

"...The mighty tribes in the desert keep scorpions and rattlesnakes. The warriors shoot dark red arrows, like the rays of the setting sun, to take away the light of the enemy... This is the arrows of scorpions and rattlesnakes! "

"What? Poisonous scorpions and rattlesnakes?"

"Leader, the tribe of Sri people lives on hunting, with a small population, neither forging skills nor exchangeable materials. Their bone arrows, the arrows come from coyote teeth, and the arrows come from the stems of grass and trees. The stalks and feathers are taken from seabirds. When fighting against hostile tribes, such bows and arrows are difficult to cause fatal damage. In order to increase the power of the arrows, the larger tribes will domesticate scorpions and rattlesnakes. They throw their thin prey into scorpions Then, take out the poisonous liver of the prey, soak the arrow in the liver for a few days, and then take it out to dry in the shade, it is the best poison arrow, it can be stored for a long time!”

"Making poison arrows..."

Chiwako blinked, learning more about the dangers of desert safari tribes. Then, he asked eagerly.

"Mountain Bird, is there an antidote for such a poison? Is he still alive?"

"Uh... scorpion venom and snake venom..."

Yamato looked at the unconscious warrior's eyes, and then touched the warrior's feverish face. He hesitated a little, but answered hesitantly.

"This poison arrow is new... he should be... dead..."

"...Oh! Blind gods!"

Chiwako grimaced and sighed heavily.

"To die on this barren wasteland, thousands of miles away from home... It's really the end of the world..."

After sighing for a moment, he suddenly stopped, thought of something, and asked sharply.

"Mountain Bird, you said that this poisonous arrow is very new?! How long can this kind of arrow be kept poisonous?"

"...Just after drying in the shade, the poisonous arrows are the most poisonous. At this time, the arrows should be wrapped well and inserted in the quiver, so that there is no light. Then, within four or five days, the poisonous arrows are very poisonous. After that, the toxicity will dissipate inexplicably, and gradually it will not hurt people. After two weeks, it can only be used to hunt birds and small beasts..”

"Break the skin and die... Then these arrows were newly made within four or five days!"

Chiwako's face was solemn and he muttered to himself. The thoughts flashed in his mind, and the omen of danger came to his mind again.

"So, a hostile Sri tribe is just three days away from us... No, the hunting party won't go in a straight line, it should be within two days' distance!"

"In two days? Hostile Sri tribes?"

Puap just arrived. Hearing this, he showed a fierce killing intent.

"Let me take the sailors and find this tribe!"

"Old Pu, don't be impulsive!"

Chiwaco shook his head. He looked to the east of Shanniao Island, and after crossing the strait for a few miles, it was the edge of the mainland. The eastern continent is full of gray and yellow, it is the desert extending from north to south, and the Gobi is more and more desolate.

"Look at the eastern coast! Are you going to take your hands and go deep into the unfamiliar desert to find a hostile tribe somewhere?"

"But..."

Puap was speechless for a moment. He looked at the continent in the east and asked bitterly.

"The Sri people attacked for no reason, killing and wounding the warriors of the kingdom! Are we going to let it go?"

"never mind?"

Chiwako bit his lip, worry on his face.

"Hey! The Sri people attacked so resolutely and escaped a lot... I'm afraid, they will come to the door!"

"Humph! Damn Sri native dogs! If they come again, I'll cut off their heads with my own hands!"

Puap clenched his bronze dagger, pressing his leather armor, his face full of murderous aura.

Chiwako sighed softly and looked at the archer again.

"Toad, do you remember what the other party said?"

"Uh..."

Kexi scratched his head with his **** palm and dyed his hair red, looking both simple and fierce.

"Captain, I don't remember much... It seems like there is something, what... Itako!... By the way, there is another sentence, Tahjok, Hunter!"

"Tah? Isn't that the name of the island? Itako, Hunter, what does it mean?"

Chiwako was a little puzzled and looked at Cavado, the mountain bird that followed.

Cavado thought for a while and answered hesitantly.

"Itako...should be kill, kill them! As for Hunter, it seems to be land, dirt... It can also be the ancestral land of the tribe!"

"Well..."

Chiwako frowned, pondering. After a while, he muttered to himself.

"Shan Bird Island is so special, if it is the ancestral land of the Sri people... that would be troublesome!"

"What's the trouble! It's just a tribe of savages, with rudimentary weapons, scantily clad, and just some bravery!"

Puap's face was sullen, killing intent boiled in his chest, and the dagger in his hand was not loose at all. He has checked the corpses and equipment of the Sri warriors, and there is no decent cotton armor, and no sharp black flash stone weapons. These wildlings only have flint spears, floppy hunting bows, and at most a poisoned bone arrow.

"I will kill as many as they come!"

"Let's go! Take the corpses of the seriously wounded and the samurai back to the camp at the landing site."

Chiwako lowered his eyes and ordered calmly. Then, he looked at the corpse of the Sri, paused, and said again.

"As for the bodies of these Sri..."

"Damn it! Cut off their heads, put them on a pile of bird droppings, and warn the Sri Lankan dog!"

"No! Dig a big hole and bury them all. Put up another plank, draw the rune of the Lord God, and leave a sun hummingbird amulet!"

"Old man Qi, you!...Humph!"

Puapu widened his eyes and saw the serious expression of the old man Huiqi. He let out a cold snort, but said nothing.

Everyone quickly followed the captain's instructions and hastily buried the dead Sri. Then they hurried back to the ship with the corpses of the badly wounded and the samurai.

"Boom boom boom!..."

The assembled war drums sounded quickly and for a long time. In the evening, all the warriors who were scattered to investigate all returned, and they were on guard. Everyone surveyed the island roughly and found no Sri villages, only desolate mountains and a long river running north-south. The only remaining in the fleet was Mecate the priest, who remained on the mountain to measure the angle of the North Star.

The night is dark, the moonlight is dim; the early sun is faint, and the afternoon is bright. At noon the next day, the unconscious samurai finally couldn't hold it any longer and took his last breath. Soon, the prepared fire was raised by the sea, and three bodies were thrown into the fire. The faint black smoke dispersed and rose into the vast sky, accompanied by low prayers.

The fleet was thousands of miles away from the kingdom, and all that could be brought back was a pile of dust that was still warm.

Mekkat arrived just in time to preside over the funeral ceremony and let the warrior's soul go to the kingdom of God. When the black smoke dissipated and everything returned to dust, he said seriously.

"Captain, our current position is between 28-30 degrees from North Star...about 29 degrees."

"North Star 29 degrees..."

Chiwaco nodded heavily, pretending to understand.

"Uh, what, when we set off, how many came?"

"The mouth of the Tulsa River, about 18 degrees north star."

"That is, sailing to the north ten degrees?"

Chiwaco tugged at his hair and grumbled.

"It's been three months, and it's only been ten degrees... It's too slow! Later, do you want to continue to go north?"

The old militiaman thought for a while, and some were undecided. he asked again.

"Priest Mekat, not long ago, how long was the location where we met the Yorem Division? I remember Chief Deer Head said that there are many small islands with birds in the west there."

"Department of Yorem... Mayo..."

Mekkart took out a roll of precious hemp paper from his bosom, on which he recorded all the astronomy and hydrology along the way with densely packed boys and graphics.

"Captain, it is North Star 25-26 degrees!"

Chiwaco nodded again. He thought about it and asked uncertainly.

"Priest Mekkat~www.readwn.com~ Can you find our previous position based on this degree?"

"Captain, the degree of the North Star can only determine the north and south, but not the east and west. However, there is another marker for the east and west, and that is the east coast. As long as you follow the coast, you can roughly find the previous position!"

"Very good! It's wonderful! The stars in the sky can actually help sailing. Your Majesty is really inspired!"

The old militiaman nodded again and again, with a happy expression on his face, and praised him sincerely. Afterwards, he put away his smile, looked dignified, and made the decision of the leader.

"Go and dig some stones in the afternoon, gray, brown, hard, soft... all piled up in the bottom cabin, and bring them back to His Majesty! After finishing, everyone tonight, be careful and stay on the boat for the night. Praise the Lord God, He will protect us!"

"Praise the Lord God! May God bless you!"

Everyone agreed in unison, looking up at the sun at the top of the sky. The sound of devout prayers spread far and wide among the towering mountains, startling a large number of birds, and then disappeared into the endless sky. The sea and sky in the north are so vast that it seems to be endless!