The night was long and long, with layers of clouds, no lights, and no stars or moon. The Mixtec attacks started from the north of the river bank and emerged in the west of the camp. Wave after wave of fighting took place in the darkness.
.First there was the sound of arrows being fired, then the sound of running footsteps, then the shouts of struggle, the wails of injuries, the moans of dying, and the sound of struggling falling into the water.
Chihuaco and Puap boarded the long boat, looking at the indistinguishable distance and listening to the sounds floating in the wind. They clenched their weapons, gathered the members of the expedition team, and waited patiently on the boat. On such a night
When fighting, having more people is not necessarily a good thing.
"Well, it seems that the other party doesn't have many manpower."
Chihuaco raised his palms and put them on his ears, frowning and listening for a long time.
"As long as the camp on the shore is not in chaos, there won't be many casualties in such a night attack..."
"Kill! Bless the Rain God!"
"Ah! The supreme cloud snake!..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of urgent shouts of killing suddenly broke out near the camp where the Tlaxcala prisoners were held. Then, in less than half a quarter of an hour, the sporadic rapid shouts of killing turned into bursts of panicked exclamations.
The strong men of the Tlaxcala people waved their stone spears indiscriminately, running chaotically between the darkness and the bonfire, and even colliding with each other. Then, the miserable howls of injury sounded continuously, high and low, like the wounded and desperate wild animals.
The sound of deer braying reaches all the way to the river.
"...Ding Zhuang's camp is in chaos. An enemy has entered."
Puap's eyelids jumped. He wanted to reach out his hand and cover the old militiaman's mouth tightly.
"Old man, I wonder! Can you please shut up your stinking mouth that was kissed by the Doomsday Salamander?!"
In traditional mythology, the incarnation of Shulotel, the god of death, is a black dog with a red tongue. However, she also transformed into a salamander to escape the sacrifice of the sun. The salamander heralded the death of the gods and was also regarded as
It's called doom.
"Eh? Doomsday Salamander? Puap, you are also speaking ill of His Majesty... Besides, His Majesty is kissing a princess..."
The night attack, fighting and chaos lasted the whole night. The shouts and howls were like the croaking frogs in the rainforest, constantly disturbing people's minds. Fortunately, the team of Prepecha warriors was never in chaos.
Battalion Commander Pimon led a large group of warriors, while struggling with the Mixtec elites who attacked at night, while suppressing the fleeing Tlaxcaladin. It was not until the morning light lit up the sky, and the enemies who attacked at night withdrew, that the long-lost peace came.
On the river bank.
The sky gradually brightened, and Battalion Commander Pimon pursed his lips and climbed onto the hillock on the shore. He looked around at the messy camp, at the strong bodies lying on the river bank, and at the Tlaxcala prisoners who were fleeing in all directions.
There is anger burning in my chest.
"Asshole! There are eight hundred stupid turkeys! Go, Prepecha eagles, catch all these running turkeys for me!"
Two hours later, the "turkeys" returned to the camp on the shore again. However, there were only more than 600 turkeys left. The rest were either dead or escaped. Battalion Commander Pi Meng looked gloomy and said in Ding
He stood for a long time with the trembling eyes of the strong men. He tightened his grip on the bronze spear several times, swallowed the cold words as they came to his lips.
"The courage of these turkeys has been frightened. If we kill a few more, I'm afraid they will collapse at the first touch... Damn it! When marching to fight, it is better to have teammates who are like turkeys without them!...
"
However, "turkeys" also have a role. When the morning sun rises into the sky, hundreds of young men, with low morale, drag the long boats by the river and step into the northwest tributary. In order to speed up,
Two hundred sailors from the expedition team also joined the fiber-drawing team. As for the remaining hundreds of warriors, they were wearing armor and holding soldiers, fully equipped, and guarding the other side of the long river.
On the other side of the river, a complacent smile appeared on Yunshi Kava's face. He still carried the feather bundle on his back and led hundreds of tribal warriors to look across the river.
"Haha! It turns out there are two hundred eagles, two hundred tigers, and eight hundred grass rats!..."
"Exactly, what the leader said is right."
Er Qiaoao came forward. He was still covered in blood, and his face was glowing with excitement.
"I led the hunters and harassed them all night. The armored warriors were difficult to fight, and the archers were also difficult to fight. Only the militiamen carrying spears collapsed after two charges!"
Having said this, Qiao Ao paused and grinned.
"Chief, are the hunters still going tonight?"
"Of course!"
Yunshi Kava touched his chin and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Facing the tiger men in the north, many of the tribal elders in the city are extremely afraid!... If I can defeat this team and capture the sacred ship, my reputation among the tribes in the lowlands will...ah ha ha ha!
"
Excited laughter echoed along the long flowing river, reminding people of a proud bobcat. When night fell, another long dark night arrived, but the team that attacked at night encountered trouble.
"Huh? Where have all those strong men carrying stone spears gone?"
Er Qiaoao looked puzzled. He looked at the heavily guarded samurai camp on the river bank, but could no longer find any trace of the "grass rats".
"It seems? In the boat?"
Another senior hunter, Suo Yin, squinted his eyes and looked at the densely packed figures on the boat two hundred steps away through the faint moonlight.
"There are many people on the big ship, many, many people. There are militiamen with spears and archers with bows."
"...damn it!"
Er Qiaoao frowned and cursed angrily.
"Sooner or later, the rain god will send down heavy rain, set off a flash flood, and sink them all to the bottom of the river!"
"How about we try again, attack the samurai on the shore, and then sneak aboard the ship?"
"..."
Er Qiaoao hesitated for a long time before nodding.
"Then try again!"
Facts have proved that without the drag of the "grass rats", Prepecha's eagles are difficult to deal with. When the morning sun rises, the "lynx" that attacked at night left more than thirty corpses, while the samurai on the opposite side
There were more than a dozen casualties. Among the entire tribe, there were very few hunters who were well-nourished, physically strong, and capable of seeing and fighting at night, and could not withstand such consumption.
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On the bank of the river, Yun Shikawa looked solemn. In his hand, he held a damaged bronze cloth-covered armor, turning it over and over, touching it for a long time. There were more than ten punctures on the front of the cloth-covered armor.
However, these stabs only pierced the cloth surface and did not break the hard plate inside. On the entire middle armor, there was only one fatal breach on the weak side and back.
"...We took advantage of the darkness and surrounded a small team. As a result, we killed six elite hunters in a row, and then killed the armored team leader before the enemy's reinforcement team arrived."
Qiaoao pursed his lips, with sadness and anger on his face.
"Suo Yin stabbed the opponent three times in a row! In the end, the enemy ignored him and hacked him to death with an axe!... Leader, let me take more soldiers to avenge Suo Yin!"
"...Supreme Rain God!"
Yunshikawa looked across the river bank and counted silently in his mind. There were more than forty Yingmen warriors who were also wearing armor. But their current position was deep into the upper reaches of the northwest, and there was only one left from Linshui Village, the outpost occupied by the tiger people.
He pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before sighing in a low voice.
"Let's retreat!...Back to Yeguo City!"
One day later, the expedition fleet followed the long river and arrived at Linshui Village. This is a Tlaxcala village that has been abandoned and is now occupied by the South Route Army as the outpost of the mountain pass fortress group.
The small village was built on the high ground by the river, surrounded by a new fence. A group of two hundred Mexica warriors were stationed here, and there were twice as many garrison militiamen.
The expedition team repaired for a day in Linshui Village, replenished some water, and set off again. Here, a tributary of the Dashui River turned into a Xiaoshui River. The Xiaoshui River is only three meters deep, but it is enough for boating. And along the
Following the river, we continued upstream, first heading north for fifty miles, then turning northeast and traveling for thirty miles, before we arrived at the important town for food transshipment for the South Route Legion, where thousands of legions were stationed in the mountain fortresses.
At this point, the terrain became flat and the water flow slowed down. The fleet did not need to pull the tow and could sail against the current. Battalion Commander Pimon was here to say goodbye to Chihuaco and the two.
"God bless you! You two captains, follow the river from here to the northeast for eighty or ninety miles, and you will reach the camp of Shuigu City where Your Majesty is!... I will return to Babai Town as soon as possible, and we will say goodbye here.
Oh. May the eagle of Prepecha fly high in the western sky!"
"Haha! The eagle spreads its wings and not only flies in the west, but also flies to the east and south!"
Puap laughed loudly, clenched his fists on his chest, and patted his chest hard.
"When I meet His Majesty, I will definitely tell you about your loyalty and bravery in front of the King!"
"Okay, thank you very much! May the Lord God bless us!"
"May the Lord God bless us and the kingdom!"
The three of them prayed together and said goodbye. The longboat continued its journey, covering twenty miles every day. After four or five days, they finally arrived at an open and fertile valley.
Broad rivers flowed slowly through the valleys, crisscrossing each other. The boundless farmland suddenly unfolded before our eyes, unfolding a picture of a rich harvest. Tens of thousands of young and strong tribesmen were bending down, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.
Straw baskets, carrying stone sickles, were busy in the fields. After waiting for five months, these hundreds of thousands of acres of corn fields finally got a bumper harvest!
“It’s so beautiful!”
The old militiaman stood at the bow of the boat in a daze, looking at the harvest scene, as if he was seeing the most beautiful dream. This is the strongest desire deep in his heart. No matter the waves are dangerous, no matter how far away from home, it is deeply entangled in him.
thoughts appeared in his dream.
“It’s so beautiful!”
The old militiaman murmured and repeated it again. Then, he lowered his head and was silent for a long time. The memories of the past few years flashed in his mind, changing his mind little by little. Like a pea, deep in his heart
It slowly took root and sprouted again.
"This blind Your Majesty is finally capable of good deeds... Phew~~"
The old militiaman took a long breath. Then he stretched out his old hand and groped in his arms for a long time, and finally found a shriveled pea...
The long wind blew, and the fragrance spread thousands of miles away. The old militiaman looked at the beans in his hand with his clear old eyes, and smiled with relief. Then he stretched out his hand, looked at the golden fields, and faced the sunset in the evening.
A pea that had been left for a long time was gently thrown into the field on the shore.
The young man An Snake pursed his lips and wrapped his clothes tightly. He looked at this land that he had grown up with and was familiar with but was now a little strange. His eyes gradually became moist. Then he turned his head and looked at the land that was also wet.
The old captain spoke cautiously.
"Dad Qi...what are you...doing?"
"...I am farming!"
Chihuaco smiled happily, like an old farmer who is the most common in the countryside. After experiencing so many waves, he has never changed from beginning to end.
"Dark Snake, let me tell you... my farming skills are really good!~"
In early October, the Kingdom's expedition fleet finally arrived at Shuigu City on the river. From the mouth of Talsas on the Pacific Ocean to the Xiaoshui River outside Shuigu City, the fleet sailed for several months and covered nearly two thousand miles.
Along the way, I met countless tribes and witnessed countless mountains and waves!
"All the way along, if such a long river can be completely opened, what kind of changes will it make to the entire world?"
No one can answer this question, not even His Highness Shenqi. Because at this moment, he is already wearing armor and carrying a big bow, standing under the towering and dangerous Yunshe City.
