"Praise the supreme Lord God! He is watching us with red eyes in the sky!..."
"O ancestors! O sacred mountains and sacred seas! The great god Huitziloppo has arrived! Has arrived!... He has appeared from the sky!..."
"Buddha! Lord God! What is this?! This... these red eyes in the sky... what on earth is this?!..."
"Bless the Bodhisattva! Bless the God! Bless the Lord!...Little one...I kowtow to you! You are the real great god and Buddha!..."
The midday sun shines on the whale harbor where longships gather. The continuous shacks and meat drying racks, as well as the stone altar for the main god, all indicate the prosperity of this port camp. At this moment, the sacred ceremony is going
At the climax, the huge "Eye of the Gods" floated over the port, watching the ends of the northern continent. And a total of two thousand tribes gathered from all tribes, all kneeling on the ground in fear and awe, looking towards the bottom from the bottom of their hearts.
Unimaginable miracle prayer!
"Praise the chief god of the southern tribes! He is the powerful ancestor god, the great mountain god of Huitziloppo!..."
"Ah! This is...this is...the miracle of the God of Jiaoren!...'Fifteen hundred years old, the Dragon King Anuta threw himself into the sea, and the Buddha Dharma was destroyed'...My Buddha! In this Tathagata's extinction,
In the age of the end of the Dharma, when it is difficult to achieve true enlightenment... there is actually... there is a great god Buddha who can manifest the Dharma in the human world?!... That's what I heard... No! As I saw with my own eyes, Huitzilopochtli is a real great god Buddha!"
The "Eye of the Gods" floating in the sky blocked the sun in the sky, and a circle of golden light floated above it. At the end of the 15th century, this miracle of flying shocked people's hearts so hard that it is indescribable!
Faced with such a terrifying miracle, no matter whether they were the devout warriors of the Lake Kingdom, the ignorant tribes of the northern continent, or the captives from the West Sea from East Asia... they were all trembling at this moment, unable to restrain themselves, and dedicated their faith!
At this moment, the glory of the Lord God replaced the sunshine in the sky, and fell into their eyes that were either enthusiastic, shocked, or fearful! And the majesty of the Lord God, just like the emblem on their foreheads, fell for a moment at this moment and could never be seen.
forget!
"The eye of the gods... the eye of the gods! It is truly a miracle and an artifact for missionary work!... No wonder His Majesty repeatedly told Chimel to take one with him to the north..."
Mickey the Knowledgeable looked solemnly as he looked around the Zheyang ships. He looked at the crawling, trembling, and kowtowing captives of the West Sea. Even Murakami, the most stubborn soldier on the ship, and Watanabe, the most cunning translator, were shocked beyond words.
, kowtowed in fear and prayed... A faint arc rose from the corner of Mickey's mouth, like the raised sail, fluttering slightly in the sea breeze.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise His miracles!...Recite it devoutly! Respectfully bid God farewell!...Bless the Lord God! Let us set sail!..."
The "eyes of the gods" rose and fell, like clouds in the sky, but reflected in everyone's hearts. When the Zheyang ship left Whale Harbor and headed south again, the atmosphere on the ship changed.
Everyone saluted Mickey with a lot of enthusiasm and respect from the bottom of their hearts. Especially Murakami Jidong, who was once stubborn and stubborn, now chants the name of the main god all the time, as if he suddenly
, I became enlightened!
"Well, if you cultivate your faith again... this tribal leader named Murakami may be able to return to the West Sea and lead the way for the kingdom!..."
The longitudinal sail was turned, and it could travel two hundred miles a day in half wind. The ocean-going ship sailed south from Whale Harbor and arrived at North Harbor at the mouth of the Columbia River in five days. Mickey, the knowledgeable man, met Priest Kejie here, and the two became friends again.
There was a sigh of relief. After chatting about the progress of the northern exploration, Mickey asked about the details of North Port.
"Praise the Lord God! Beigang has gathered the Clatsop tribe hundreds of miles around. There are now more than 900 people, and they can pull out more than 300 warriors and tribal warriors!..."
"Very good! What is the attitude of the Bayou Alliance in the north of the river towards the Kingdom's ports?"
"They made an alliance with us and designated the south bank of the river as our tribal territory... Well, they hope that we can send warriors to resist the Calaboa tribes advancing westward..."
"Oh? Kejie, have you sent warriors to join the battle? How are the Calaboa tribes?..."
"Well...in early spring, I mobilized the camp and sent out troops...three hundred miles away in the southeast, I defeated a Calaboa tribe, brought back a hundred captives, and killed five kingdom warriors...
"
Priest Koje pursed his lips, with an unnatural expression on his face. He glanced at Chief Priest Mickey carefully and whispered.
"Witness the Lord God! If there are a thousand warriors from the kingdom, I can defeat the Calaboa tribes, occupy both sides of the river, and annex the river mouth alliance..."
"But you only have one hundred and twenty Huzhong headquarters and sixty kingdom warriors!... And you sent out troops at one time and lost five of them!..."
Mickey the Knowledgeable looked a little stern. He looked into Ke Jie's eyes and asked coldly.
"Witness the Lord God! How did it break? The warriors of the kingdom all have heavy armor!..."
"Uh... I was marching in the mountains and forests, and suddenly encountered them. It became a melee, and there was no time to put on heavy armor... The Calaboa tribe has a large number of people. Although the equipment is simple, they have a fierce energy... And the Clarksop soldiers recruited
, was unable to fight a tough battle at all, and collapsed halfway through, relying solely on the warriors of the kingdom to fight..."
"Ha! The Krasops were beaten westward by the Calaboas, and they have long since lost their spirit. They can only guard the camp and cultivate fields. If they want to be useful in field battles in the mountains and forests, they must at least be trained.
Two years... are not as good as the extreme northern tribes recruited from the north, all tall and strong, and able to wear double armor..."
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, frowned, pondered for a while, and then ordered.
"Kejie, you need to be more calm and patient!... Recruit more small tribes from the south and open up more potato fields... Don't rush eastward! With the current mood, even the fields around the river mouth have not been developed!
...The Calaboa tribes are entrenched in the upper reaches of the river. There are at least tens of thousands of people. You can't rush! What's more, they are expanding to the surrounding areas, leading the tribes to fight in melee, and scattering so many small tribes that have fled... The expansion of the kingdom,
On the contrary, it’s a good thing!…”
"God bless you! You have to remember that all the tribes up and down the river are mainly hunting and gathering. They only need such a vast tribal hunting ground to plant a little beans and grains... But we are different! We can farm! We don't need it.
So much territory…”
"Yes! Dear Chief Priest Mickey, I understand your instructions!..."
"Hmm... Have the tribes of the Hekou Alliance converted to the Lord God?..."
Hearing this, the young priest Kejie felt a little ashamed. He lowered his head and his voice became even lower.
"There are too few priests in the port, and there is no manpower to preach... The tribes in the river mouth enshrine the emblem of the main god, but they also enshrine many ancestor gods and mountain gods... I guess they can be regarded as pan-believers!..."
"The Lord God witnesses! Preaching, farming, and absorbing local tribes are the three most important things in the development of the North! And sending troops to fight is never the purpose, but just a means to complete these three things! You must distinguish the priorities..."
After a few words of reprimand, Mickey the Knowledgeable sighed lightly and stretched out his hand. He patted Priest Kejie on the shoulder and comforted him.
"Kejie, we have the blessing of the Lord God. We should farm well and don't have to rush for a while... Time is on our side. The lower reaches of the river will eventually be controlled by the kingdom!..."
"Yes! Yes! The Lord God bless the kingdom, and the Lord God bless us! Praise the Lord God!..."
"Well... Praise the Lord God! Add some water to my boat, and I will continue to go south tomorrow!..."
"Yes! Chief Priest Mickey!..."
The sun sets and the sun rises, the tide ebbs and the tide rises. The ship travels three hundred miles south from the North Port and sees the God's Palm Peak. Another three hundred miles south is the Chaoyang Department of the Shuslau people. Mickey is a little afraid of the Sun Sa in the Chaoyang Department.
After finishing Chinook, we passed directly by the kelp fields of Chaoyang Department without making any stop. Then, two hundred miles further south, we sailed into the twists and turns of the bay, which is the South Port of the Kingdom, which is eye-catching.
"Oh! What a peaceful bay! What a vast corn field! After nearly ten thousand miles home, I finally saw corn!..."
This chapter has been completed!