Aztec Eternals

The Zaire River, the Congo River, the longest river in Black Africa. It traverses east and west, is 10,000 miles long, 200 meters deep, and is 20 miles wide at the mouth of the river. Since the formation of the Pleistocene, the Congo River has been flowing turbulently for two million years. It has completely witnessed the origin of human beings, nurtured prehistoric civilizations, and retained the last traces of dinosaurs.

Today, it appears for the first time in the eyes of Western explorers, witnessing the arrival of a new era.

The expedition captain, the flagship captain Diogo Kang silently drew a cross on his chest. Where there is fresh water, there are people and tribes. Where does this river lead to? What's at the end? No one knew at this time.

The fleet first patrolled the estuary for a while, but for the time being, no dangerous enemies or beasts were found. The sailors observed the distant cooking smoke and determined that it needed to go deeper into the rainforest. Immediately, Captain Diogo Kang commanded the flagship and led the fleet into the estuary.

"Bruno Kang, measure the water depth!" Diogo Kang, the king of the ship, ordered majestically.

Veteran sailor Bruno started scrambling to tie the rope firmly to the plumb and then throw it into the river. Paul was there to help. The rope sank quickly and quickly came to an end.

"Master Captain, the rope is exhausted." Bruno reported respectfully.

"Tie the spare cable and continue to measure." The captain's will must be absolutely obeyed. Above the sea, there are two contradictory iron rules, one is strict hierarchy, and the other is one person one vote.

The sailors were busy for a while, and it was not until the rope was added three times that the rope finally became loose and the plumb bob came to the end.

"How many?"

"Three cables, um, 230 meters!" Bruno shouted in shock after counting for a while with his fingers crossed. He was able to do basic math, which is why the captain called him to measure.

Two hundred and thirty meters! Everyone looked at each other in dismay. The depth of this river was even more than that of some offshore waters.

Captain Diogo Kang nodded calmly. With this amazing depth, all ships in the world do not need to worry about hitting the rocks. He then directed the exploration fleet up the river to find the source of the cooking smoke. Along the way, the measured water depth remained at about 200 meters.

There are dense rainforests on both sides of the strait. Between the rainforests are flying birds, vague beasts, crocodiles pretending to be dead, and humming mosquitoes everywhere.

Bunuuru looked at the mosquitoes on the river with disgust. They had gathered into a mass of mosquitoes visible to the naked eye, humming like a whirlwind. The warm wind blew through the sailboats, bringing a fresh human flavor, and the mosquito swarms gradually approached, like bloodthirsty spirits.

"These **** tropical mosquitoes! One of them is the size of my finger, and I don't know how painful it is to get bitten!" Bunolu put on the noble hat tightly, then tied the neckline, cuffs and trouser legs, hiding his body in the in the robes of the nobles.

"Hey, Brother Bunolu. As a man, you are not afraid of bloodshed and knife, so what are you afraid of mosquitoes!" Paul dressed in a bunt suit and drove away the mosquitoes with his hands without hesitation. "I have some doubts now. If my sister follows you, will she be able to live happily."

"Damn, when your sister follows me, you will know it naturally! By the way, you say, do the natives here have gold?" itch.

"Definitely! But I don't know how much. Foda-se! Last time we worked all night, and we ended up with two pieces of gold, which is not enough to divide. Everyone almost started working." Paul also looked expectantly at the cooking smoke in the distance. He subconsciously licked his lips and touched the scimitar at his waist.

At this moment, on the bank of the river, a thin indigenous warrior suddenly appeared. He had red feathers on his head, like a tuft of grass. A ring of bone necklaces is wrapped around the neck. These are symbols of veteran warriors.

The aboriginal warrior held a long wooden shield half a man's height in his left hand, and a spear nearly two meters long in his right hand. At the top was a palm-length and half-hand-wide iron spear head. The fine iron flashed cold light in the sun. He was wearing only a loincloth all over his body, but he wiped his body with thick mud and dung. Mosquito swarms flew past him calmly, and occasionally one or two landed on his hands, like obedient pets. .

The indigenous warrior pinched the mosquito to death and threw it into his mouth. The rainforest tribes have a long tradition of eating mosquitoes, because there are so many mosquitoes that they can be rolled into dough. Mosquitoes are the best protein supplement, and the source is far more stable than hunting. He looked at the huge boat on the river with some doubts, and the faint white man on the boat.

The tribal priests mentioned the boats floating on the water in the northwest, and the weapons that made a huge roar on the plateau in the far northeast. So, he knew it was a ship, not a beast. But such a big ship, with such big two pieces of cloth, and white-skinned aliens?

Seeing the indigenous warriors on the shore, Paul's eyes narrowed, he picked up the early arquebus from the weapon barrel and began to load it. Bruno beside him was a little puzzled.

"Paul, what are you going to do?"

"Foda-se! The Iron Spear native with all the feathers on his head! This is a real hard stubble. It's fast and hard. My last brother is so bad. Let me **** him while he's stupid now! Save it! came ashore at the back and met,"

In less than half a minute, Paul finished loading and lit the match, like a well-trained elite musketeer. He put the arquebus on the side of the boat and started aiming with one eye.

"The captain hasn't spoken yet, don't be stupid!" Bruno eagerly held down the matchlock gun and wanted to stop it.

"Let him shoot!" Captain Diogo Kang came to the side at some point. Perhaps, although his eyes looked out of the boat, his ears always heard clearly what was on the boat.

Bruno shrugged obediently. Paul was stunned for a moment, looked at the captain's dignified face, his hands trembled slightly, and then pulled the trigger.

Driven by the trigger, the metal hook pushed the match rope into the fire door, and the match rope immediately ignited the black powder. In an instant, there was a huge roar, and a lead bullet was launched at an initial speed of 200 meters per second, and the kinetic energy quickly turned into heat energy under the air resistance. In less than a second, the hot bullet hit the indigenous warrior nearly ten meters away. On the ground outside, a cloud of mud splashed.

"Good marksmanship!"

The captain nodded, the shooting deviation at a distance of nearly 200 meters was less than ten meters, and he was indeed an elite musketeer. Due to the lack of rifling, the accuracy of the early matchlock guns could only be maintained within 100 meters. After the matchlock exceeds this distance, if you want to kill effectively, you can only rely on the probability of mass shooting.

Hearing the loud noise and seeing the splashed soil, the indigenous warrior subconsciously dodged back. He galloped in two steps, bowed to hide behind a tree, and continued to wait for more than ten seconds, without hearing the roaring attack again.

Only then did he get up from behind the tree, facing the big boat on the river, waving the spear and wooden shield in his hand, roaring in anger and helplessness. On the deck of the sailboat, there were aristocratic captains in neat clothes and swords, and cruel sailors with arquebuses and short knives.

This picture is so symbolic! A new era has dawned in the presence of the Congo River. The same picture will appear again, in Angola, in South Africa, in Zimbabwe, in Mozambique, in Mombasa, in Somaliland, then out of Africa, to the Red Sea coast, to India, to Sri Lanka, to the Spice Islands, to the Strait of Malacca, To the Philippines, to Taiwan, and finally to Japan and China.

When later people open the world map and follow important shipping routes to see a series of mountain peaks, islands, straits, ports and colonies with Western names, they may have feelings for the exploration and conquest that have occurred.

Under the attack of European expedition ships and warships, America will be ruthlessly destroyed, and the colonists will take everything in America. Africa will be brutally plundered, and under the protection of tropical diseases, the colonists will stop outside the African rainforest.

On the corpses of American civilization babies and the flesh and blood of African civilization children, the juvenile European civilization is growing rapidly, growing step by step into a giant that overcomes everything at a development speed ten times that of the past thousand years.

They will have bigger ships, better muskets, and put all kinds of cannons on them, to claim the wealth of the world. Then, it will strengthen its own strength and establish a more efficient killing system until the cannons are placed on the doorsteps of Asian countries.

The ultimate European giants occupied the whole world, bringing the world a war to destroy each other, like walking towards the dusk in Norse mythology. Everything is like an eternal cycle, heading towards the fate that has been predicted!

If no one changes, all of Shulot's "memory" will continue to repeat itself. History flows like the Congo River, with the irresistible trend of the times, sweeping towards the future of different races, and determining the rise and fall of five hundred years!

Watching the indigenous warriors face the roar of sailboats and muskets, Captain Diogo Kang frowned.

"Not afraid of big ships or muskets? Good iron weapons, strong desire to fight, this is a professional fighter. Coupled with such a huge freshwater resource... There must be a large tribe with heritage nearby!"

"Bosun! Keep an eye on the sailors and don't go ashore in private! Before you figure out the strength of the indigenous tribes here, put away your bandit attitudes!"

Diogo Cong glanced at the sailors majestically, his stern gaze stayed on Paul's fierce face for a moment, until the other side lowered his head, he continued to examine his subjects. Everyone bowed their heads in obedience. The flag officer signaled the flag, telling the rest of the fleet to "be careful, be stationed."

The fleet patrolled upstream for a day, and everyone spent another day on board until they saw the first village. Following the fleet, dozens of tribal warriors have been attracted to the river bank, and there are six or seven indigenous warriors wearing feathers.

Diogo Kang sent Bruno and Feng translators to give gifts of glass beads to the elders of the village, and the elders also returned feathers and some food.

This place also belongs to the Niger-Congo language family, the Feng people speak the Feng language in the language family, and the tribe here is a kind of Congo language. The elders of the Feng village invited priests, and the Feng translators could barely communicate with the priests, and then the two sides conveyed to each other.

Bruno looked at the gold bracelet and headgear of the village elder with uncontrollable longing in his eyes. But looking at the dozens of iron spear warriors behind the elder, and hearing the reply from the Feng people's translator, he could only take the longing in his heart.

"Here is the land ruled by the God-blessed Mwene Congo. The Great Chief owns hundreds of tribal villages, the twelve priests listen to the orders of the gods, and a hundred warriors guard the kingdom of the gods! Aliens, I Accept your friendship and return it with the greetings of the gods."

Saying that, the village elder handed over a large piece of wrapped skirt tree leaves. The leaves are somewhat like palm trees in southern China, and the texture is very tough.

If the tribal elders hadn't lied, there would be an unexpectedly powerful native kingdom, far from the loose and weak tribes of the Gold Coast.

Bruno took the leaf, which was a plant leaf he had never seen before. He smelled the long strips of leaves with a special fragrance on them. He looked left and right, and many natives wore grass skirts woven from leaves. And when he finally opened the leaf with anticipation and glanced at it, it turned out to be a small group of baked mosquito cakes!

Bruno was disgusted by the abnormality in his heart. He wrapped the leaves again and put them away, with a big smile on his face. Since the other party has enough force, the two sides also have the basis of friendship.

The meeting ended in a friendly and sincere atmosphere, and then said goodbye to each other. The tribal warriors surrounded the village elders and enthusiastically watched the big ship and the white-skinned aliens leave.

On board, Bunolu reported the results of the initial meeting to Captain Diogo Kang. Everyone was surprised to hear that there was a powerful indigenous kingdom here.

Captain Diogo Kang was lost in thought. The fleet now consists of only 150 sailors and soldiers, as well as a few missionaries. If there is really a powerful kingdom upstream, once there is a conflict between reckless sailors and them, the exploration fleet will suffer heavy losses. After thinking for a moment, the captain decided not to take any risks, but to finish the important business first.

"The fleet returns to the estuary!"

The flagship slogan "follow, return", and the fleet easily turned around on the wide river and turned back towards the estuary in the west.

"Damn it! Disgusting black natives, heretics who deserve hell!"

Bruno took out the leaf bag given by the village elder with disgust, raised his hand and wanted to throw it into the river. But then he saw the strange shape of the leaves. Sintra Palace scholars seem to be collecting new plant specimens? Seems to be a lot of money too.

Bruno thought for a while, then unfolded the leaves, threw the mosquito cake inside into the river, and then folded the skirt leaves and stuffed them into his arms. He didn't notice that since he took the leaves with him, the number of mosquitoes following him on the way back had decreased by 90%.

"Hey, Brother Bruno, did the village elder wear a golden headband just now? I saw it twinkling there on the boat." Paul's eyes flashed with longing, and he came over to ask.

"Don't think about it. It is said that there are 10,000 warriors with iron spears here. Hundreds of them come here. We have to explain here. Tenhosaudades! Not only the golden headband, he also has a golden bracelet!" Bruno was serious at first. Answered, and then fell into the frustration of not being able to ask for it.

"Foda-se! Ten thousand warriors?! Foda-se! Bah, what a devil full of lies! The kingdom has at most 30,000 troops with different levels. He said there are at least one-third of the kingdom here?" Paul widened Eyes closed, shouting loudly, obviously disbelieving.

At this time, the Kingdom of Portugal had a population of 1.5 million. According to the ratio of soldiers to people of 1:50, it was only 30,000 troops. Cavalry also consumes many times the food supply than infantry.

Bruno shrugged, in fact he didn't believe it, but the captain had already ordered to return. The two could only look at the distant village and fell into the depression of a Portuguese man.

Another day to return, the fleet returned to the mouth of the Congo River into the South Atlantic. Captain Diogo Kang found a suitable harbour by the estuary, where the fleet anchored.

Then, the sailors began to land and set up camp. Captain Diogo Kang, the captain of the noble costume, was neatly dressed and had a solemn face. Because today is a special day.

Captain Diogo Kang found a highland by the river. He ordered the sailors to bring a padröo, the explorer's stone pillar, in small boats. The top of the stone pillar is the cross representing God, below the cross is the coat of arms symbolizing the Portuguese royal family, and further down is the inscription that was carved yesterday.

"By the grace of Almighty God, and with the patronage of the great King Joao II of Portugal and the Algarve, Diogo Con, son of a nobleman, first discovered the Congo River and its basin on August 28, 1482. This fertile land and people is dedicated to the great Kingdom of Portugal, and the royal family has the absolute right to this land promised by God! There is no doubt about this right! Pray for King Alfonso V who embraces the Kingdom of God! Pray for us!"

This stone pillar symbolizes the first discovery and occupation of the land by Portugal. As for the original owner of this land? Weak native kingdoms were not recognized by European civilizations. To Westerners, this is nothing but borderless land!

When night fell, the bonfire was lit. More than a hundred sailors and soldiers on seven ships gathered. The priests on the boat lit prayer candles. Today is a special day, commemorating the first anniversary of the previous King Alfonso V's embrace of the Kingdom of God.

The sailors actually had no feelings for the king, and it didn't matter whether they commemorated it or not. But those who really control the fleet are, after all, the sons and daughters of the nobles who are loyal to the king. The people dressed in formal attire, obeyed the priest's instructions, and began to pray for the king and for themselves.

"Holy Saint Alfonso,

The great king I admire,

Please pray for us!

The Trinity of glory in heaven.

"

"Under the light of Almighty God,

Please grant me a living faith,

Think wisely about all people, things and things.

I will offer you my sincere devotion,

Raise my eternal soul with a fleeting body,

As you have chosen.

Love for **** bathes me in holy fire,

I long for his sacrament,

Burned with enthusiasm to spread his glory.

"

"Through your mighty intercession,

Help me to do my duty to God,

Save myself and the whole world!

Infinite faith in the Virgin Mary,

Bless the purity of my soul,

Bless every day of my life,

keep me from mortal sin,

Obtain for me the grace of a happy death.

Amen.

"

"God, seeker of peace and great pious,

Glory to Saint Alfonso of Portugal,

He took the land from the heathen,

Through his efforts,

We create the glory of God,

Therefore, they are called children of God.

through our Lord **** Christ, your Son,

In the unity of the Holy Spirit,

an eternal God,

To rule forever!

Amen.

"

"Father, thank you for the wonderful gift you have given us,

Thank you for providing the example of San Alfonso, Portugal.

Regardless of hardships and tribulations,

We will always be loyal to you.

Present to you this new land and lamb!

Through the powerful intercession of St. Alfonso,

We beseech your blessing and glory,

We implore you to grant wealth and strength,

Let us find the way to the east,

Let us find the kingdom of mighty King John,

The people of God will be united,

Let the light of God shine on the world!

For 'Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will

called the children of God. ’

We ask all this through **** Christ,

Looking forward to the final peace.

Amen.

"

"Pray for us and bless San Alfonso.

in order to make us worthy of the promises of Christ.

San Alfonso of Portugal,

Pray for the strength of our country.

Saint Alfonso, please pray for us!

Saint Alfonso, please pray for us!

Saint Alfonso, please pray for us!

"

Although Alfonso V was not canonized, this did not prevent the king's people from praying for him in the ritual of the saint. In the pious Middle Ages, every believer of God had a natural duty to spread the religion, they had to become a flame, bring light to the world, and burn all uncleanness at the same time. Why is it unclean? In these cruel times ~www.readwn.com~ the meaning is self-evident.

More than a hundred nobles, sailors, soldiers and missionaries shared an evening full of tranquility and joy. They dedicate the land of the Congo River to God and find inner satisfaction and comfort in this land far from their homeland. They also made their request to God, and at the same time believed in God's protection.

They seem to have returned to their peaceful hometown. Of course, there will not be so many mosquito swarms that stay up all night and all year round in my hometown.

The next morning, Captain Diogo Kang was ready to set off. He was going to continue to explore the sea route to the south. Diogo Kang took only six ships, leaving one at the mouth of the river, and gave the remaining ship an important mission.

"Bruno Kang! I leave you 20 men and a ship. You need to get in touch with the native kingdoms upstream! As the son of a nobleman, you can temporarily represent the kingdom. Remember, maintain good relations with powerful tribes, Get maps and information as much as possible, and inquire about King John's kingdom! After the mission is complete, stay at the estuary and wait for me to come back. God bless us!"

Captain Diogo Kang gave a serious order, he ordered the sailors to use their lives to complete the exploration of the land.

"Follow your orders, my esteemed captain. God bless us!"

Bruno was so excited that he almost burst into tears. This is the mission of a hero. He will represent the great civilization of the Portuguese Kingdom and make the first contact with the backward and barbaric Congolese natives!

Captain Diogo Kang nodded, and he took 130 people on the road. Six Calavia sailboats nimbly left the estuary and headed for the unknown south. There, waiting for them was new land, the coast of South Angola.

Bruno took Paul and the sailors on an exploration sailboat. Surrounded by mosquito swarms, they headed back to the upper reaches of the Congo River.