One Thousand Four Hundred and Forty-One What a thick and long magic weapon
"Witness the Lord God! Why is the launch position of the Big Bowl a little off this time? It's really strange, the launch position is different every time...Move the boat a little to the left!"
"Ah? Dear red-haired captain Chabo, the ship cannot move now. If it moves, the horizontal line of the diving bell will move tilted under the pull of the rope, and it will easily tip over and the air will leak... Wait until the bell is fished out, and next time
You can only move before diving.”
"Horizontal line? Air leak?...Uh..."
The midday sun shines directly on the sea surface, giving off a dazzling white color. The colorful coral reefs sink to the bottom of the sea. Even from twenty or thirty meters away, you can see the brilliance that is within reach. And a large group of black iron-clad wood
The bell was sunk among the coral reefs, seemingly some distance away from another group of black long-barreled guns.
On the light sailing ship Stone Spear, red-haired Cha Bo squinted his eyes and stared at the crystal clear sea. He could clearly see two lean pearl divers, like two busy ants, struggling to hold a piece of pearl.
The ropes were knotted on the fixed long logs and long-barreled cannons. After the pearl divers worked for a while, they had to go to the big clock to change their breath, and then slowly walked back.
A simple process of tying a knot in the deep sea water turned out to be so slow and difficult, just like an insect eating a leaf. After seven or eight minutes, Chabo suddenly opened his eyes wide and smiled happily.
road.
"Haha! The old turtle is still awesome! He took a few breaths and finally tied another rope between the magic weapon and the fixed hardwood! A Ding, which rope is this?..."
Next to the red-haired Cha Bo, Martin, the former aristocratic scholar, has now changed into a priest's apprentice costume and put on a somewhat strange feather crown. He tried his best to stare at the deep seabed, but he could only see two
Xiaodian couldn't see what the pearl divers were doing at all. The physiological differences between human groups have become so obvious after adapting to the environment and the evolution of productivity. When he heard the question, he immediately turned his head and smiled cautiously.
, said in unfamiliar Mexican.
"Dear red-haired captain, your eyesight is like that of a falcon, which is really amazing!... This is already the fourth rope that has been tied. As long as the twelve ropes are tied, they will all be tied with tight knots...
Then the sailors can work together to fish out the heavy 8-pounder gun!"
"Very good! That's it, take your time! Ading, that hourglass of yours, is the time up?"
"Ah, let me see... eight minutes have passed now, and there are still two minutes left... the air in the diving bell should be almost consumed."
"God bless you! Then let's fish up the old turtle and the others! Fish out this 'big bowl' too, and make up for some 'qi'. Then let's change the two pearl divers to go into the water!..."
The red-haired Chabo was very decisive and gave the order directly. In the life of the wilderness tribes, and even the tribes in Central America, there is no musical instrument with the form and function of a "clock", nor is there an "hourglass" tool for timing.
The measurement of time mainly relies on the sun and some wonderful animals and plants that can accurately time time. For example, in the Mayan highlands of Guatemala, the dina bird will chirp every half hour, or the sun will start at eight o'clock in the morning on time.
of small yellow flowers.
"Wow...hoo!..."
Soon, the two pearl divers were fished out and lay on the boat, gasping for air. With the "magic tool" for underwater ventilation, they no longer needed to completely exhaust their energy every time they entered the water like before.
They were exhausted. But ordinary pearl divers, with the help of diving bells, can dive to a depth of twenty to thirty meters, to the colorful seabed that has never been open to them.
"Suck...wow!..."
The diving bell was raised and lowered, and the other two thin pearl divers also made two "swish" sounds again and jumped into the sea with two ropes.
"Tie another! Two ropes!..."
"God bless you, change people, continue!"
The salvage of the Thunder Magical Artifact continued like this little by little. From the golden morning of the sun, through the bright noon of the water, to the fiery evening of the sunset. Then, it was the night when the ship was anchored, the warriors of the Kingdom and the Taino sailors
They raised the brazier, ate cassava, fish and meat paste, sang tribal songs, and prayed for the blessings of the gods.
"Praise Huitziloppo! He is extremely powerful, he can suck away souls! He also has the devil apostle in the world, and has extremely powerful prophecy! I worship him, plead for his power, and promise me an unknown future!...
"
The white-skinned priest apprentice Adin, with the hummingbird emblem engraved on his forehead, was also smiling. He sang songs with everyone, praising the powerful "Great Devil Huitziloppo" and the "devil's apostle of prophecy".
At this moment, he was happily integrated into the "big family of the devil tribe". But obviously, in the eyes of the Lord, he had fallen into the devil and could not be completely cleansed...
The long night finally passed, and the orange sunrise on the sea was very magnificent, and it was also very warm. After another half day of busy work, in the sparkling afternoon, the twelve boat knots were finally completely tied, and the 8-pound gun was secure.
It was firmly tied to the long log and integrated with the big ship!
"Raise the sails and set sail! Head east to the tribal port!..."
The red-haired Chabo looked forward to it and gave the order to set sail. When the sails were fully raised and the wind gradually picked up, the ship began to head east, and the twelve ropes tightened one by one, until at a certain moment, it seemed that
An inaudible dull "squeak"!
"The Lord God bless you! The Lord God bless you! That evil magic weapon is finally up! We pulled it up from the bottom of the sea!..."
"Ouch! Roar! Praise the great god!..."
The red-haired canine descendants opened their eyes wide and saw the black thunder weapon slowly rising from the sand on the seabed. The first one let out a cheer like a wolf howl, followed by the sailors of the Taino tribe. Then,
The magic weapon rose higher and higher, moved faster and faster, until it formed an oblique angle with the pulling rope, and was dragged eastward by the big ship...
"Ah! Praise the Great Devil! The thunder magic weapon has been retrieved! My precious life has been completely saved! Roar! Haha!..."
At this moment, Adin, the white-skinned priest apprentice, burst into tears with excitement and could not be more pious. He couldn't help but jump and scream with joy together with these "savage devil tribes".
"Haha! Hurry! Speed up and head east! When we stop at the tribal port, let dozens of men work together to drag this 8-pound cannon ashore and present it to the respected Father Owl!..."
The sun once again turned to the west, and a faint pink color appeared in the sky, like a beautiful phoenix conch pearl. When the ship docked, twelve ropes were dragged by groups of tribesmen. But a moment later, there was even more fervent cheering
, it resounded throughout the entire coast of the Marion tribe!
"Praise the Lord God! It's so thick and big! What a black, hard long iron pipe, what a thundering magic weapon!..."
"Ah haha! It took so long and so much effort to finally fish out this evil thunder weapon by me, the brave and wise Captain Chabo!..."
Under the setting sun, the red-haired captain Cha Bo looked up and laughed, as proud as the black wolf general he once guarded. And a dark 8-pound cannon, with a slight rust, symbolized this era.
The truly powerful firepower on the sea stands on the white beach, silently facing the east~~
