Aztec Eternals

The third day of landing on Yamatori Island was still calm. Seabirds spread their wings in the blue sky, and whales float and sink in the pale blue waves. The tawny island has bouncing bollard deer and crawling desert tortoises on the edges. This is a serene natural sanctuary, with the singing and tranquility of all things.

For hundreds of years, the Sri people regarded Shanniao Island as their ancestral land, but they never built villages and left behind any large buildings. Perhaps, this is also related to the lack of water sources on the island and the year-round drought.

The old militia Chihuaco took the fleet, from south to north, around the mountain bird island half circle. Mecate once again confirmed that the length of the big island is about one hundred miles and the width is about sixty miles.

In just one day's trip, the giant fish in the sea continued to be revealed. They squirted and chirped beside the fleet, looking curiously at the longboats they had never seen before. The crew members were shocked and prayed to the Lord God one after another, and then knelt down on the bow to show their respect to the giant spirits in the sea.

"Ah, so many sea monsters! ... Could it be that Shanniao Island is the end of the world?"

Chiwaco was a little surprised. He had never seen so many seabirds, nor so many giant fish. In fact, there are one-third of the world's species of whales and more than 800 species of marine fish in the sea near Tiburon Island. There are more than 500 kinds of animals on the island, most of which are birds. This is a barren and inaccessible place, and a paradise for thousands of animals.

The fleet circled to the northeast of the Big Island, landed again for exploration, and set up sentries on the nearby mountains. Looking from the mountain, the shallow strait is in front of you, and the narrowest point is only eight or nine hundred meters, which can be easily swim through. Crossing the strait, you can clearly watch the eastern continent. The vast Gobi is dotted with sparse green, and gradually turns into a desert to the north.

A quiet day, nothing happened. On the afternoon of the fourth day, the sentry on the mountain finally sounded the warning snail again.

"DiDi! DiDi! DiDi!..."

The snail fluttered far away, and the expedition fleet was immediately mobilized. The warriors put on their armor, erected their shields, and took out their prepared spears and bows. When the sentry came down from the mountain, there were nearly two hundred Kingdom soldiers ready to fight. He took a few breaths before returning to the report anxiously.

"Sri...come...come!"

"How many? One hundred or two hundred?"

Ash Earth Puapu held the dagger at his waist and asked aggressively.

"At least five hundred! A large area of ​​Wuyangyang is coming from the strait in a swarm. Behind... I'm afraid there are more!"

"What! So much?"

The ash warrior suddenly paled. He groaned in disbelief.

"The tribes in the desert can only support thousands of people at most, how can there be so many warriors?"

"There must be more than one tribe. I am afraid, this island has a very special meaning to the Sri people!"

Chiwako shook his head and analyzed it calmly. Then, he waved his hand and made a decision.

"We withdraw! All aboard!"

"Ok..."

Puap bowed his head slightly and released his hand from the dagger. The menacing ash warrior didn't say anything, and took the lead and ran to the boat.

Within a quarter of an hour, everyone boarded the fleet. After another quarter of an hour, the leading scouts of the Sri people appeared on the nearby hills. They still had water marks on their bodies, looking at the direction of the fleet. Then, an old hunter blew the peculiar Shixun, and the desolate low whistle drifted far away in the sea and sky. After a while, more and more Sri warriors appeared on the top of the mountain and ran to the sea near the fleet. Hundreds of people wielded short spears and shouted furiously at the three large ships.

Across the sea more than a hundred steps away, Chiwako carefully looked at the Sri tribe warriors. Most of them were shirtless, with long hair, carrying short spears and carrying spears or hunting bows behind their backs. A few elite warriors will be tattooed with snake-like patterns. And some figures like leaders wear straw hats with feathers. Several leaders even wore cotton armor with jingling stones attached to them, and were commanding the surrounding tribe warriors loudly.

"Well. Hunting or fishing, I can't forge. Weapons made of stone, simple hunting bows. There is no cloth, pottery, etc., and no gold and silver accessories. It's really... poor and fierce!"

Chiwako watched and analyzed, gradually sketching the image of the Sri.

Puap looked at the shore for a moment. Those with feathers and cotton armor must be the noble chiefs or headmen in the tribe. He estimated the distance on the opposite side, and then looked at the short hunting bow of the Sri man, his face showed a little ruthlessness.

"Old Qi, we can row the boat closer! At a distance of about sixty paces, the Sri people can't shoot us at all, but we can shoot them. Then, let a dozen longbowmen who are good at shooting aim at each other. Let's do it together and kill a few leaders directly! The warriors of the tribe usually need the leader to command. As long as the leader is killed, the Sri people will definitely become a mess. I will lead the warriors to rush and kill them, and they will surely be killed. Become a river, running around like a turkey!"

"Ah? Old Pu. You, you are a...killer!"

Chiwako scratched his head, and after holding it for a while, he spit out an appropriate word.

Purely in terms of combat, Puap's thinking is correct. Relying on the long-range advantage, the unexpectedly difficult surprise decapitation throws the enemy into chaos. Then, the well-equipped samurai seizes the moment and unleash a fierce charge to crush the chaotic enemy. This method of warfare is very simple and effective for the tribal army with no organization, and it has been tried and tested.

"But, old Pu. You think, Sri people, must be our enemies? What's the point of killing them and killing many warriors? The warriors will definitely have unnecessary casualties. I think, There should be some misunderstanding between us and them... It's better to find someone to talk to and solve the misunderstanding between the two sides, rather than let the misunderstanding become an insoluble blood feud... "

The tribal warriors by the sea have gathered more than four hundred. At some point, a few feathered heads raised fires, danced a war dance, and the stones on their bodies jingled. Then, hundreds of tribal warriors danced the war dance and sang in unison towards the seaside!

"...tazo, coocj, capxa...tazo, cook, capsa...hunt, tintica, ntajo!...quihyatafp? quihyatafp?...cáac , pa. Konkak, Parker, Yuzka....tintica, hant, z, iquii, miin! Tintica, Khant, z, Iqui, Min!...itác?, quih! Itá Ko, Quinn!..."

"Uh... what?"

Chiwako listened carefully for a while, but was completely at a loss. He pulled his hair and asked the mountain bird next to him.

"What are they doing? Why are they singing suddenly?"

"Captain, uh... this is the way the Sri people demonstrate to the enemy. They dance the war dance, sing the battle song, they are preparing to fight the enemy... well, to the death."

Shan Bird pursed his lips, and there was a little worry in his eyes. He had grown up so much that he had never experienced a large-scale tribal war. Sri people are not afraid of death, and the number of ships is a disadvantage...

"Ah?! Why do you want to fight to the death all of a sudden? What are the Sri Lankans thinking?"

Chiwaco shook his head and sighed. When the expedition team boarded the boat, there was nothing to be afraid of. It's just the extreme attitude of the Sri people that makes people a little confused and a little worried. He thought about it and asked again.

"Mountain Bird, what did they sing?"

"Well, I'll listen carefully...one, two, three big ships...leave our ancestral land!...who's here?...the uninvited guest arrives....they have to go somewhere else Places!...Kill them until they're gone!..."

Yamato stammered as he translated, his face paler.

"Ok..."

Chiwako was silent. The Sri people showed downright hostility. He originally thought about sending a messenger and sending some gifts to show goodwill. Looking at this situation, if the messenger is sent over, it is to send fresh meat to the mouth of the coyote, and there must be no return.

"Captain! The enemy fleet is coming!"

Before the war song of the Sri people was finished, on the other side of the sea, a large number of small boats were rushing towards this side like arrows.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

Chiwaco immediately dropped all thoughts and shouted sharply.

"The samurai takes up the longbow and raises the shield on the side of the boat! The paddlers are in place, ready to ram!"

The fighting method of large galleys is somewhat similar to that of large canoes. Either shoot with bows and arrows within a few dozen steps, or stick to each other and fight, or speed up and slam into each other. In the battle at sea, the number and bravery of the soldiers are no longer the key to victory. Instead, it's the performance and size of the boat.

Big ships beat small ships, big guns beat small guns, many ships beat few ships, and many guns beat few guns. The four are arranged in order, and the big ship is the first element.

A quarter of an hour later, the Sri Lankan fleet had come within a few hundred steps. The sun shone on the sea, Puapu narrowed his eyes, took a good look at it for a while, and laughed.

"Haha! They are all small canoes with only five or six people! Although there are fifty or sixty boats, they are just scurrying fire ants. Our big boat, but a strong giant anteater, can slap these palm-sized canoes. Small boat, one shot kills one!"

Afterwards, the Ash Warrior licked his mouth and held down the bronze dagger again.

"Old Qi, don't hesitate, order! The fleet leaned over, shot two rounds of arrows first, and then rushed straight up! Use the bronze ramming horns on our bow to smash their boats into pieces!"

"Ok!"

Chiwaco nodded. The enemy will arrive in an instant, and when they are fighting, they will fight for their lives, but they can't keep their hands at all. Without hesitation, he suppressed all thoughts temporarily and shouted sharply.

"Shake the red flag! Order all ships to keep level. Get close to the enemy fleet, shoot two rounds, and then charge! ... Praise the Lord God, this battle will be won!"

"Praise the Lord God, this battle will be won!"

The sailors shouted in unison and started rowing with their heads down. The warriors stood on the bows, shields and longbows. The fleets of the two sides are getting closer and closer, but the effort to drink a glass of water will come within a hundred paces.

The Sri people rowed their boats~www.readwn.com~ brandished short spears and howled wildly. The kingdom's fleet moved forward steadily, and the warriors clenched their long bows in silence. On the blue sky, the seabirds stared down and made a sharp chirping. A large group of two-legged beasts is about to kill each other, and the light blue sea is also painted bright red!

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Note: The Sri Lankan language in these two chapters is referenced from the Aboriginal Language Network, native-languages./ and the document "aworldrevealedbylanguage:anewseridiaryandunapologetic;onseriindiandeephistory". Interested book lovers can go and see for themselves, these lost cultures are quite interesting.

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