Aztec Eternals

"No! Disengage, don't fight with these tribes!"

In the open field, two thousand Mayan warriors, howling and running, rushed in like a tide. Hundreds of canoes descended down the river and rushed towards the estuary. The old militiaman Chiwako observed the count, estimated the upcoming battle, and made an instant decision.

"Show the semaphore and leave the river estuary. Row five miles westward and retreat into the sea!"

Hearing this, Pu Apu was a little stunned, thought about it, and nodded in agreement. Soon the flag of retreat was raised in the bow. The flagship steered first, and more than 40 oarsmen exerted their force at the same time, rowing desperately, turning like the wind. And the remaining six longboats followed closely behind, quickly rowing away.

A large group of Mayan tribal warriors rushed to the shore and stopped when they watched the seven large ships move away. Dozens of canoes chased for another two or three miles, until the invaders were driven off the coast, and then they turned back and patrolled the estuary. Hundreds of thousands of Mayan warriors held stone spears, swayed small shields, and learned wolf howls, terrorizing the fleet of the kingdom offshore. The stone slingers and spear throwers of the brigade were scattered, occupying high places, and were all ready to shoot. Obviously, these Mayan tribes were very familiar with fighting.

The two sides faced each other across the five miles of the sea. One side was boiling against the sky, and the other was silent and alert. Chiwako narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, but unfortunately it was too far away for him to see clearly. After thinking for a moment, he called the mountain bird with the best sight on board.

"Mountain Bird, can you see clearly?"

"Yes. Captain."

"Can you see what?"

"On the opposite side, a group of armored warriors, surrounded by a long-headed god-born, came to the shore...He looked up and was looking at us!"

"Uh!..."

The old militiaman narrowed his eyes and looked at it laboriously for a while, only to see a group of people in Mohu, and he couldn't tell the gods at all. His vision resolution is only about 1% in 2500, that is, he can see things one meter in size five miles away. And the visual resolution of mountain birds...

"All right!"

The old militiaman scratched his head, looked at Tikalo who was thinking next to him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Tikalo, which Mayan tribe is in this prairie city? Why did they take the initiative to attack us?"

"Captain Qi, they are the Putún, the most ferocious Mayan tribe in the Yucatan Peninsula, the barbarians among the Mayans. They occupy the banks of the Big Grass River and this vast savanna. They are half farming, half hunting, and they often move to camps. They also have no distinction between noble and lowly, and even among ordinary people, there will be many tribal warriors."

Tikaro looked solemn and answered seriously.

"The Dacao River Basin is connected to the Central Basin. After the divine disaster, many **** tribes fled north. The first tribe to flee here along the Dacao River was the Itza, led by the Serpent God. , from the area of ​​Tikal, the **** capital. Then, the Tutul Xiu, under the leadership of the Shedu Xiu family, also migrated here and drove the Yincha people away. The Yincha people then went north and conquered The city of Uuc, the predecessor of Chichen Yinza. Then the Tutuls went north and established the city of Uxmal."

"Both aprons have shifted their focus, but they are still fighting for the area. New clans appear from time to time, but neither is powerless against the two great gods...until hundreds of years ago, ten years ago. Thousands of savage Purton tribes, the last, to move out of the Central Basin!"

Speaking of this, Tikalo's face showed a hint of disgust that could not be concealed. That is the instinctive disgust of the Mayan gods, who have been inherited from generation to generation, for order and chaos.

"These Putun tribes don't know what happened in the basin after the disaster. They lost the inheritance of the gods, the order of the noble and the lowly collapsed, and the knowledge of the gods was also lost. They can't farm or build cities. The whole people are soldiers, hunting and looting everywhere, becoming extraordinarily barbaric. Although they only have more than 100,000 people, they can once organize tens of thousands of tribal warriors to attack the civilized Mayan city-state, and eat everything!"

"Both the Tutul Xiu and the Yincha people were forced to abandon their towns and retreat to the northern lowlands. This vast savannah has also been occupied by the Putun people since then. Of course, after hundreds of years, they again I have mastered farming and construction again, but I have done a very poor job, and I still go hunting from time to time.”

Hearing these tongue-in-cheek tribal names made Chiwako a little dizzy. He rubbed his head, thought for a while, and then concluded.

"It seems that they are like tribes in the wasteland. They are very good at fighting, but the others are not very good... So, they are not attacking us for the gems in the lake on our fleet. They are just, pure attack. , all the intruders in their eyes?"

"Um...probably!"

Ticarlo touched his divine head and nodded in agreement.

"This group of Putons is a bunch of mad dogs, and they have a very poor relationship with most Mayan tribes. No matter which fleet landed here, they would be attacked by them!"

"Fairy Wood"

In fact, it is worth mentioning that the future record of the Puton clan also includes defeating the Spaniards. Twenty-eight years later, the first Spanish explorer, Franández de Córdoba, set out from Cuba with three large ships to discover the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time. With one or two hundred sailors and soldiers, he first landed in the northern part of the peninsula, claiming to be the messenger of the gods, and was warmly welcomed by the local Mayan city-state. He then followed the peninsula coastline, all the way south, toward the Mexican hinterland. The villages along the coast, looking at their distinctive faces of the gods, are very warm and friendly, offering food and water on their own initiative.

Until he landed at the mouth of the Dacao River, replenished the Danshui, and met the Purton tribe who were hunting. More than a thousand tribal warriors attacked the Spanish expedition team, directly killing 60 people with stone spears and darts, killing hundreds of people. Expedition Captain Hernandez, wearing heavy armor, was said to have been hit with 33 spears and fled back to the ship with serious injuries. Then the fleet went all the way, desperately fled, and even escaped to Florida. A dozen days later, Hernandez died of his wounds, near Havana, Cuba.

Then came the second expedition captain, Juan de Grijalva. He brought more manpower, made more adequate preparations, and landed at the mouth of Dacao River again. The Spanish fleet killed more than 200 tribal warriors at the cost of 100 casualties, and shot the leader of the Puton tribe, which caused the Puton tribe to break up...

Then there is the third captain, Hernan Cortez. The Puton tribe suffered the loss of the last time, and gathered thousands of warriors, waiting for the Spaniards to come ashore. Cortez did not stop here and confronted the Puton tribe head-on, but went all the way to the hinterland of Mexico. There, he will meet the fateful Totonaks, who devote themselves to the Feathered Serpent, the Tlaxcalans who desperately need allies, and the Mexicas, whose kings are powerless and divided.

Of course, that hasn't happened yet. Everyone in the Kingdom's fleet had no way of knowing, or even imagined it. The Mayan merchant Tikalo just stood on tiptoe, looked at the Puton tribe warriors who were reunited on the coast, and made a proposal.

"Respected Captain Chiwako, we can leave here and continue to the north! From the mouth of the Dacao River, one hundred and sixty miles to the north is the Jinshe City of the Jinshe Clan. The Jinshe Clan has business relations with various ministries, especially with The Kanur family is friendly. Our merchant group has traded with them many times, and the fleet can park there for supplies."

"Leave the estuary, go north for another 160 miles, and replenish at Jinshe City?"

Chiwako pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. It is his instinct to be cautious, and he will never engage in meaningless fights.

"If that's the case, we'll..."

"Blessed by the Lord! Wait a minute, Captain Chiwako."

Priest Thomas stood at the bow of the boat, watching for a long time, and gradually had some ideas in his heart. This is a savage and simple Mayan tribe, completely different from other Mayan city-states that have fallen into a lost and cunning way! ...Thinking of this, he immediately spoke up and interrupted the old militiaman's order.

"Tikalo, what is this Puton tribe, the **** of faith?"

"Uh...the gods of the Purton tribe?"

Hearing this, Tikalo thought hard for a while, and replied uncertainly.

"They seem to have very messy beliefs. They go hunting everywhere, and they don't build large temples. Their gods, I am afraid they have lost their inheritance and don't know the main **** of the family..."

"Sure enough!"

Priest Tomat clenched the scriptures tightly with a fanatical smile on his face. Seeing this smile, Ticarlo's heart suddenly trembled. An ominous premonition came to his mind instantly.

"Praise the Lord God! Captain Qi, please give me a boat! I'm going to the shore and sprinkle the seeds of faith in the Lord God in the hearts of the other leaders!"

"What! Are you going ashore?!"

Hearing this, Chiwako jumped.

"Priest Tomat, it's very dangerous on the shore! The wolves are pouting their butts, ready to pounce and bite, why are you still rushing to get up hot? ... No way!"

"It can be done! The light of the Lord God shines on me! I have been blessed by her, and I want to spread her glory, and I will be safe here!"

Priest Tommat straightened his body, his eyes were shining, his face was full of fearlessness and determination.

"Captain Chiwaco, please take me ashore! I'll go alone, no one else is needed!...Oh, no!"

Priest Tommat spoke for a while. He turned his head, looked at Ticarlo, who was terrified and stepped back, and stretched out his hand.

"I want a good translator...that's him!"