"No! Disengage and stop fighting with these tribes!"
The wilderness was wide open, and two thousand Mayan warriors were howling and running, rushing in like a tide. Hundreds of canoes rushed down the river and rushed to the mouth of the river. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, observed and counted his breath and estimated what was about to happen.
When a battle comes, make an instant decision.
"Sign the signal and leave the river mouth shore. Draw five miles westward and retreat into the sea!"
Hearing this, Puap was startled for a moment, thought for a while, and then nodded in agreement. Soon, the retreat flag was raised on the bow of the ship. The flagship turned first, and more than forty oarsmen exerted their strength at the same time, rowing desperately, turning like the wind.
.And the remaining six longships followed closely behind, rowing away quickly.
A large group of Mayan warriors rushed to the shore and stopped after watching the seven large boats leave. Dozens of canoes chased for another two or three miles until they drove the invaders away from the coast, then turned back and stopped at the mouth of the river.
Patrolling on guard. Hundreds of Mayan warriors held stone spears, waved small shields, imitated howling wolves, and terrorized the kingdom fleet offshore. The slingers and spear throwers of the brigade formed a dispersed formation and occupied high places.
They were all ready to shoot. It was obvious that these Mayan tribes were very familiar with fighting.
The two sides faced each other across five miles of sea. One side was full of rebellion, while the other side was silent and on guard. Chihuaco squinted his eyes and watched for a long time, but unfortunately the distance was too far and he could not see clearly. He thought for a moment,
He called for the mountain bird with the best eyesight on the boat.
"Shantiao, can you see clearly?"
"Yes. Captain."
"What can you see clearly?"
"There is a group of armored warriors on the opposite side, surrounded by a long-headed god descendant, coming to the shore... He raised his head and is looking at us!"
"Well!..."
The old militiaman squinted his eyes and looked hard for a while. He only saw a blurry crowd and could not distinguish any divine descendants at all. The resolution of his vision was only about one in 2500, that is, across the
Five miles away, you can see something one meter in size. And the mountain bird's vision resolution...
"All right!"
The old militiaman scratched his head, looked at Ti Carlo who was thinking beside him, and asked in a deep voice.
"Tikallo, which Mayan tribe is this prairie city? Why do they want to attack us?"
"Captain Qi, they are the Putun, the most ferocious Mayan tribe on the Yucatan Peninsula, barbarians among the Mayans. They occupy the banks of the Great Grass River and this vast savanna grassland.
They are half farming, half hunting, and often move camps. They do not distinguish between high and low, and even among ordinary people, there will be many tribal warriors."
Tikalo looked solemn and answered seriously.
"The Dacao River Basin is connected to the Central Basin. After the divine disaster, many tribes of the gods fled north. The first tribe to flee here along the Dacao River was the Itza people led by the gods of the Serpent.
, from the area around Tikal, the capital of the gods. Then, the Tutul people
Xiu), under the leadership of the Shedu Xiu family, also moved here and drove away the Itza people. The Itza people then went north and conquered the city of Uuc, which was the predecessor of Chichen Itza
.Then, the Tuturxiu people went north and established the city of Uxmal.”
"Both the two divine tribes have moved their centers of governance, but they are still constantly fighting for this area. New tribes will appear here from time to time, but they are unable to fight against the two major divine tribes... Until hundreds of years ago, ten
The last of tens of thousands of barbaric Puton tribes moved out of the central basin!"
Speaking of this, Ti Carlo's face showed a bit of disgust that could not be concealed. It was the instinctive aversion to disorder and the reversal of hierarchy as a descendant of the Mayan gods who had been passed down from generation to generation.
"I don't know what these Puton tribes experienced in the basin after the divine disaster. They lost the inheritance of the divine descendants, the order of noble and lowly people completely collapsed, and the knowledge of the gods was also lost. They can't farm or build cities.
All the people became soldiers and hunted and robbed everywhere, becoming extremely barbaric. Although they only had more than 100,000 people, they were able to organize tens of thousands of tribal warriors at one time to attack the civilized Mayan city-states, and they ate everything!..."
"Both the Tuturxiu and Itza people were forced to abandon the towns here and retreat to the northern lowlands. This vast savanna has since been occupied by the Puton people. Of course, after hundreds of years, they have
I’ve regained control over farming and building, but I’m just doing them poorly, and I still go hunting from time to time.”
Chihuaco felt a little dizzy when he heard these unpronounceable tribal names. He rubbed his head and thought for a while before concluding.
"It seems that they are like the tribes in the wasteland. They are very good at fighting, but not good at anything else...So, they are not attacking us for the lake gem on our fleet. They are just purely attacking.
, all they see as intruders?”
"Well...very likely!"
Tikalo touched his divine head and nodded in agreement.
"This group of Putons are just a bunch of mad dogs and have very bad relations with most Mayan tribes. No matter which fleet lands here, they will be attacked by them!"
In fact, it is worth mentioning that the future achievements of the Puton tribe also included defeating the Spanish. Twenty-eight years later, the first Spanish explorer Francisco Hernandez de Cordoba
(Francisco
Hernández
de
Cordoba set out from Cuba with three large ships and discovered the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time. With one or two hundred sailors and soldiers, he first landed in the north of the peninsula. He claimed to be the messenger of the gods and received the enthusiasm of the local Maya city-state.
Welcome. Then, he sailed south along the coastline of the peninsula, towards the hinterland of Mexico. The villages along the coast, looking at their distinctive faces of gods, were all very warm and friendly, and took the initiative to provide food and water.
Until he landed at the mouth of the Dacao River, replenished fresh water, and met the hunting Puton tribe head-on. More than a thousand tribal warriors attacked the Spanish exploration team, killing 60 people directly with stone spears and spears, and killing hundreds of others. Exploration
The captain, Hernandez, was wearing heavy armor and was said to have been hit by 33 spears. He was seriously injured and escaped back to the ship. Then the fleet had a smooth sailing and desperately escaped, even escaping to Florida. More than ten days later, Hernandez died of his injuries.
Died near Havana, Cuba.
Then the person who took over as the second exploration captain was Juan de Grijalva (Juan
de
Grijalva). He brought more men and made better preparations, and landed at the mouth of the Dacao River again. The Spanish fleet killed more than 200 tribal warriors at the cost of hundreds of casualties, and shot and killed the leader of the Puton tribe.
, this caused the Puton tribe to collapse...
Later, there was the third captain, Hernan Cortez. The Puton tribe suffered the last loss and gathered thousands of warriors, waiting for the Spaniards to come ashore. Cortez did not stop here, however.
He went head-to-head with the Puton tribe, but went all the way to the hinterland of Mexico. There, he would meet the Totonac people who devoutly believed in the feathered serpent, the Tlaxcala people who desperately needed allies, and the
The king was unable to rule, and the Mexica people were divided among themselves.
Of course, none of the people in the kingdom's fleet could know or even imagine what had happened yet. The Mayan merchant Tikalo just stood on tiptoe, looked at the Puton tribe warriors reunited on the coast, and made a suggestion.
"Dear Captain Chihuaco, we can leave here and continue heading north! One hundred and sixty miles north from the mouth of the Dacao River is the Jinshe City of the Jinshe Clan. The Jinshe Clan has business relationships with various tribes, especially with
The Kanur family is friendly. Our merchant group has traded with them many times, and the fleet can dock there for supplies."
"Leave the river mouth and travel another hundred and sixty miles north to resupply at Jinshe City?"
Chihuaco pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. Caution was his instinct, and he would never engage in meaningless fights.
"In this case, we will..."
"God bless you! Wait a moment, Captain Chihuaco."
Priest Tomat stood at the bow of the boat, watching for a long time, and gradually came up with some ideas in his mind. This is an ignorant and simple Mayan tribe, completely different from other Mayan city-states that have fallen into confusion and are cunning!... Thinking of this, he
Then he spoke up and interrupted the old militiaman's order.
"Tikallo, what is the god that this Puton tribe believes in?"
"Uh...the god of the Puton tribe?"
Hearing this, Ti Carlo thought hard for a while and replied uncertainly.
"They seem to have very mixed beliefs. They hunt everywhere and have not built large temples. Their descendants of gods have probably lost their inheritance and don't know the main god of the family..."
"As expected!"
Priest Thomas held the scripture tightly, with a fanatical smile on his face. Seeing this smile, Tikalo's heart suddenly trembled. An unknown premonition suddenly came to his mind.
"Praise the Lord God! Captain Qi, please give me a boat! I am going to the shore and sow the seeds of the Lord God's faith in the heart of the leader of the other party!"
"What! You want to go ashore?!"
Upon hearing this, Chihuaco jumped up.
"Priest Thomas, it's very dangerous on the shore! The wolves are sticking out their butts, ready to pounce on us and bite us. Why are you so eager to move forward?...No!"
"It can be done! The light of the Lord God is shining on me! I am receiving His protection and want to spread His glory. I will be fine when I go!"
Priest Tomat straightened his body, his eyes were shining brightly, and his face was full of fearlessness and determination.
"Captain Chihuaco, please send me ashore! I will go alone without anyone else accompanying me! ...Oh, no!"
Priest Thomas paused for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Tikalo, who was retreating with a frightened expression, and raised his hand.
"I also want a good translator...it's him!"
This chapter has been completed!