"Ouch!"

The autumn sun is high and the plains are vast. Thousands of people gathered together, shouting neat slogans, dragging the boats on land. Following the difficult steps of the peasants, the seven long boats slowly moved forward on the flat field. The longboat dragged forward, revealing rolling rough logs underneath. And at the front and back of the long boat, there are constantly hard-working folk men who move the round logs that passed behind the boat to the front of the boat.

"This is His Majesty's idea. It is said that if the wood is rolled, it will save effort."

Wearing leather armor, Puap led hundreds of Prepecha warriors and supervised thousands of laboring peasants. Standing beside him, Ticaro looked at the noose that was stretched on the man's body, and at the logs rolling under the longboat, feeling enlightened.

"Praise the Lord God! Your Majesty is truly inspired!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty!"

Puap bowed his head and said a prayer. Then, with stern eyes, he glanced at the struggling crowd, and said to the Mayan merchant with a smile.

"Your Majesty is merciful, let us not be in a hurry. He was inspired by God to take care of these captives, and invented such a good way to save labor! ... But in fact, each longship is not very heavy! If at the bottom of each longship, Dozens of wooden beams were erected, and four hundred peasants were allowed to carry them from the river, and no rest was allowed in between. It only took three days to cover the 30 miles!... At most, after finishing, they would die of exhaustion. It's just a hundred people..."

The kingdom's newest crocodile galley longship has a length of 25 meters, a width of more than 6 meters, a ratio of length and width of about 4:1, and a draft of just over 1 meter. It has only one floor and one deck, and two masts at the front and rear. This Viking-like long ship can carry more than 80 crew members, with a load of about 30 tons, and its own weight is less than 50 tons, which is 100,000 catties. This size and weight is about twice that of the Viking Snekkje ship a thousand years ago. Compared with the Ottomans' heavy gun-carrying ships that are tens of meters long and weigh hundreds of tons, they are actually not worth mentioning.

For a boat of 100,000 catties, more than 400 peasants are required to carry the wooden beams on the frame, and each person is about 300 catties. Such a burden, for the ordinary strong men in the gyms of later generations, it is difficult to last for too long. But in this era, it is the short and thin peasants who can always bear the weight. Because they are carrying it with their lives! If you can't bear it, the result is death...

"Ouch!"

The tidy shouts came from the mouth of the laborer, with the unique accent of the Mixtec people. Among the crowd, the tribeman Didi was bowing his head, hunched over, leaning forward, dragging forward with difficulty. He was shirtless, with a cloth pocket underneath, and his right shoulder was covered with thick calluses, and he was wearing a thick sisal rope. The rope had a deep scratch, almost piercing into the flesh, and it hurt to look at it.

Big drops of sweat, drop by drop, across Didi's cheeks, falling on the wet field. And the slightly salty sweat rolled over his forehead, stinging him with waves of pain. He raised his head slightly, revealing the **** mark on his forehead, which was a newly engraved "Sun Hummingbird".

This "Sun Hummingbird" was tattooed on his forehead by Dogborn hunter Chabo. When the dog-born army escorted tens of thousands of prisoners and arrived at Water Valley City, two dog-born hunters took away the heavy bamboo basket behind him and the clothes of the leader on his body. There was nothing left of Diddy except a headman's loincloth.

However, before leaving, the red-haired hunter Chabo thought about it, tied him up, and then took out a sharp obsidian dagger. Under Didi's terrified eyes, Chabo swiped his sharp blade, pausing every moment, and carved a sacred emblem of the main **** on his forehead. The force on Fang Wen's carving made him feel so painful that he was hoarse.

"Little guy, this is our coming-of-age ceremony in the wasteland! The sacred symbol is like a puddle on the land of the wasteland, which can receive the divinity falling from the sky! This symbol is red, it is blood, and it can turn you into a A real man, a fearless wolf!"

Speaking of this, Chabo pointed to his forehead, which was also engraved with a red sacred tree. The branches of the sacred tree stretched across the face, almost covering the entire face.

Didi glanced, then lowered his head in fear. He didn't know how painful the tattooed face would be, but when Chabo took out the red dye he carried with him to color his tattooed face, he passed out from the pain again.

"Haha! Only if you smear the red of the wasteland, your wound will not rot. Although, it hurts a bit! Goodbye, may the Lord God bless you, little wolf ant!"

Hunter Chabo laughed, and finally patted Didi on the face. This red ore dye is added with copper salts that are common in the wilderness, as well as silver powder that is also available everywhere. Both of these heavy metals can effectively sterilize bacteria. Of course, it will also leave scars that cannot be washed away, forever.

After waking up from the coma, Didi found that she had changed, and she was really different. The other captured Ding Zhuang in the tribe, seeing the red mark on his forehead, no longer dared to beat him, and were even a little afraid of him. And the tiger man, eagle man, and dog man who supervised him all the way, saw the mark on his forehead, and became more gentle, and stopped whipping him at will.

From that day on, no one would grab his food, step on him, or pee on him. When he was walking, he started to hold his head high, and even bumped into a strong man in the tribe, and dared to spit at him. Although, he is still thin and weak, and still can't beat anyone, but his heart has gradually changed. The coming-of-age ceremony in the wasteland really infused a humble ant with the ferocity of a wolf!

"Pooh!"

Didi spat heavily, and dragged the long boat behind him even harder, even half a body forward than the other peasants side by side. That ship is so long and big, it must be a fetish bestowed by the main god, with a powerful divinity!

"It's even bigger than the priests and heads of the tribe in the past! No, in front of the supreme and powerful main god, the descendants of the rain **** and the priests of the rain **** are all short and small, just like they were cut off. the head of a human!..."

The Beijing Temple in front of the Cloud Temple has always lingered in Didi's heart, just like lingering in the hearts of tens of thousands of Mixtec captives. But, in the dream, Didi gradually lost her fear. He recited it repeatedly in his heart to inspire his spirit, just like he recited to the sun when he was resting while pulling the boat.

"Ah! The main **** who is bigger than the sky, wider than the earth, and can hold the rain **** under him! Praise you!...It's amazing to feed carrots!..."

"Um?"

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, was wearing a straw hat and leading a dark snake, standing not far from the militiamen. He heard the muffled voice of prayer, and looked in the direction of the voice. A short, thin Mystkeman who raised his head in prayer quickly fell into his eyes.

That civilian husband is as ordinary as an ant, without any characteristics. The only thing that caught the eye was a scarlet emblem of the main **** carved on his forehead.

"Um..."

The old militiaman watched for a while, but said nothing. When the moment of rest passed, the Mystek young men pulled up the rowing boat again. And that ordinary civilian man, leaning forward, shouting chant, worked harder than anyone else.

Sailing on dry land, heading east, day after day. The captives pulled the fiber day after day, starting from the appearance of the first beam of light, until the last beam of light disappeared. Soon, the sound of rushing water could be heard at night. And the oncoming wind also began to get more humid.

In just five or six days, they traveled a distance of 30 miles to the northeast and successfully pulled seven longships into the nearest Tenexac herbal lake. At the mouth of the northern lake of Herb Lake, a winding river stretches out. This small river is the upper branch of the Owl River (;). From there, go downstream, five hundred miles to the northeast, which is the mouth of the Caribbean Sea!

Well, in the Nahua language, Tenexac means "herb, grassy place," and Tenexac means "owl-haunted wetland." The names of these rivers and lakes are all given by local tribes and are related to the geographical environment of the rivers and lakes. Maybe when the alliance dominates the world, it will rename the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in the world!

"Phew! After so much trouble pulling the boat on land...the expedition fleet finally entered the water again!"

Watching the longboat crashing into the water, Chivako, the captain of the kingdom's expedition and an old militiaman, finally relaxed and let out a long breath.

"The next step is to follow the instructions of His Majesty the Blind and follow the guidance of the local guide to go to the eastern seashore... and when he arrived at the seaside, the long bald businessman said that there will be a Mayan guide to lead the fleet along the coast again. , heading east..."

"As for the Vastec and Mixtec city-states along the way, His Majesty has sent envoys to ask them for the support and supplies of the fleet... With the Mexica Legion as the back, these messy The city-state by the sea should not dare to mess around..."

"Captain, I checked with Priest Mecate. These days, how many sailors in the fleet have been injured, and now there are still eight!"

Dark Snake was out of breath, and came to the old captain~lightnovelpub.net~ and complained weakly. He is proficient in arithmetic, calendar and astronomy, so he was arranged by Chivaco to follow the Mecate priest of the fleet and not have to do those hard physical work.

Priest Mecate, who participated in the first exploration and recorded the route and latitude of going north, has been promoted by His Majesty to be a second-level priest, comparable to the newly boarded "Tomato" priest, Tomat.

Of course, the two priests do not belong to each other. One is the divine priest who is in charge of navigation, and the other is the preaching priest who is in charge of preaching. The merits of the two to improve the level are also different. But in any case, although it is dangerous to explore the sea, it is a shortcut for priests to advance!

"Huh? Eight sailors short?..."

Hearing the reply, Chivako scratched his head. After thinking about it, he selected a few strong men from the Mixtec captives pulling the boat. Finally, he paused slightly and looked towards the corner of the crowd. There was a lonely and thin man with the seal of the Lord God engraved on his forehead, who was reciting in a low voice.

"The last one, choose him!"

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