It’s mid-September, and the rainy season is coming to an end. In the fertile fields of the Tehuacan Valley, green and golden are intertwined, and there are signs of a bumper corn harvest. To the north and south of the valley, everywhere is full of life, but there are no busy people.
Groups of colorful buntings fell from the sky and perched boldly on the corn. They shook their bright head feathers, broke the green tender skin, and pecked at the newly ripened kernels. The raccoon also came from the mountain forest.
Emerging from the middle, with a cute and sad face, he cautiously stretched out his long arms to steal grain from the fields.
The rude pigs don't care so much. They rush out of the muddy swamps in groups, covered with a lingering stench. The Central American pigs are also called "tuan", which means "stinky pigs".
Weasels". Their appearance is similar to wild boars in the Old World, but they are slightly smaller, have sharp tusks and are more aggressive.
This kind of skunk pig is more like a "skunk" than a "pig". The smell of their meat is so stinky that even the tribesmen who are accustomed to eating insects and ants find it difficult to swallow. Likewise, their numbers are extremely high.
There are many animals with strong fighting power. Without the terrifying two-legged beasts, there are almost no natural enemies in the mountains and forests of the south. At this moment, this group of goat pigs rushed into the corn fields, used their powerful thick hooves to dig down the mature plants, and then killed them.
Enjoy the meal.
"Woo!...Woo!..."
The desolate horn sound suddenly sounded behind the valley in the south, startling a crowd of birds. The raccoons shook their long tails, hugged the corn, and fled. The pigs gathered together and hid in the corn fields. They narrowed their little eyes warily.
They looked at the dirt road trampled by pedestrians not far away. After a while, a large group of terrifying bipedal beasts appeared in their eyes.
"Ha! Gulu! Gulu!"
The pig stood out its fangs and roared in a low voice, demonstrating to the approaching bipedal beasts. More and more bipedal beasts were approaching, and they also let out terrible sharp howls from their mouths.
"Gulugu!"
"Oh, oh, the rain god who controls the storm! Please let down your thunder, kill the brutal northern barbarians, and save your devout people! ~ Uh!... Ho ho..."
The shiny copper spear thrust out quickly, startling the pigs on the roadside. They knew the terror of the tusks of this bipedal beast and could easily kill a large number of similar animals. The dozen or so pigs that gathered turned around and fled.
Only a group of crying Mixtec tribesmen were left, as well as the body of a leader who slowly fell to the ground.
"Pfft!"
The red-haired canine hunter Chabo stared, and pulled out a sharp copper spear from the leader's neck. Then, he wiped the blood-stained spear tip on the leader's hair, avoiding the leader's clothes.
.Then he stared at the blood-stained coarse cotton robe on the leader, feeling a little pity.
"This kind of strong cloth robe is a rarity in the wilderness. Even if it is stained with blood, you can still wear it after washing it..."
The red-haired hunter Chabo thought for a moment and looked at the prisoners being escorted. With a casual gesture, he selected a naked and hunched-over tribesman.
"You, take off his clothes, put them on and carry them with you."
"Ah? What? Clothes? Belt?"
After hearing the words of the barbarian warrior, the tribesman Didi stayed where he was, at a loss. He could not understand the northern Nahua language and could only barely understand a few common words, namely "clothes" and "belt".
"you!"
The hunter Chabo waved his spear and glared. He didn't quite understand what these southern tribes were saying. He simply took it upon himself and peeled off the leader's robe, then threw it to the tribesman Didi and tried to put it on again.
.
"Ah, this! These are the clothes of a noble man. I, I, am a lowly ant citizen, how can I wear it?..."
Didi understood the movements of the barbarian warrior, but his expression became more and more frightened. In Mixtec language, his name "didi" means ant on the ground. And among the Mixtec tribe, he is also the humblest
The lower-class tribesmen don’t even have their own clothes.
"You! Wear it, take it with you! Mine. If you don't wear it, you will die!"
The hunter Cha Bo looked impatient, and raised his sharp copper spear again, pointing at the tribesman Didi. The ant citizen Didi shivered with fright, and immediately put the leader's robe on his body, with the noble's blood still on it. Then
, he bent down and carried the heavy basket behind the leader on his body.
The surrounding tribesmen looked sideways. They looked at the fierce red-haired barbarian with deep fear on their faces. Then, when they looked at Didi, who was wearing the clothes of a leader, they had anger and hatred on their faces.
Didi, the ant citizen, was carrying the bamboo basket and shivered again. However, the hunter Chabo had lost interest in him. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the pigs that had gathered again after running away for more than ten steps. His left hand had already
He touched the big bow behind his back.
"This is a stinky pig from the south. It's the same as the one in the wilderness. It's inedible."
Another red-haired hunter, Mikui, shook his head and held Chabo's hand. If you asked how he knew, of course he had tasted it once. That experience was really unbearable to look back on.
"Guoshuchabo, the food captured in this robbery is enough, there is no need to waste precious arrows!"
Mikui spoke softly to Chabo while looking at the bamboo basket Didi was carrying.
"Smelly pig from the South? Bah!"
Hearing this, hunter Chabo frowned and spat in disgust. In the wasteland where food is scarce, every time he is forced to eat smelly pork is a kind of torture that makes people vomit. The taste is like
Eating mud that has rotted in the swamp for many years.
Interestingly, the name of Tzapo comes from a kind of fruit tree, tzapoyo, while Migui’s name comes from another tree, Mesquite. Both of them are named after trees. In fact, they also come from
The same wilderness tribe, now in the same flag corps.
"The corn in the south is good! The stinky pigs in the south are not good! The tribes in the south are rich, have many people, and cannot be beaten. They are excellent. They are the good ones of the Mother Goddess of the Earth!...Uh, by the way, I also want to praise the Lord God!
"
Hunter Chabo stretched out his rough red hands, held the sun amulet around his neck, and together with hunter Mikui, prayed sincerely. More than a hundred canine warriors around him also lowered their heads and praised the divine heaven and earth.
, singing praises to the supreme Lord God.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Praise the Lord, Huitzilopochtli! She is the highest and most powerful, even bigger than the Mother Earth! Wow!..."
Looking at the barbarian warriors shouting for prayers, thousands of captured young tribesmen lowered their heads, looked downcast, and did not dare to make any sound. During the days of being captured, they also prayed to the rain god of their faith. It was just rain.
God's blessing, like the passing rainstorm, has yet to arrive. And day after day, they are escorted by the red-haired barbarians, leaving the rich south of the valley and heading to the unknown barbarian land.
The towering Temple in the Cloud appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer, and the towering Divine Stone City was not far to the west. Seeing that they were about to leave the land of Zhawi, they would completely lose the blessing of the Rain God... thought
At this point, some tribesmen lowered their heads and began to cry silently and repressedly.
The ant citizen Didi didn't cry. He just blinked and looked at the barbarian warriors who were shouting at the sun. He listened to the other party's words and tried to remember a repeated keyword, "Feeding radishes is so strange!"
The short prayer ended quickly, and the return journey was in sight. The canine warriors were in high spirits, shouting in the dialect of the North, and escorting dozens of Mixtec prisoners. The right hands of the prisoners were all covered with strong sisal.
The ropes were all tied together, and there was no metal or stone on the whole body. The escorting canine warriors were fully armed, carrying copper spears and axes, and carried a large bow on their backs.
The Mixtec prisoners could only lower their heads, dragging bamboo baskets filled with food and belongings towards the northwest where their fate was unpredictable. The rumors of human sacrifice by the Aztec Alliance echoed in their hearts, making them
The road going north seemed particularly difficult and hesitant.
It’s just that the rain god’s salvation never came. The rain god’s warriors huddled in the solid stone city, watching the Mexica people plundering without daring to make any intrusion. Or maybe they had already avoided the rain god’s help.
Watch, in secret, make an agreement to turn your back on the gods.
