"No! Disengage, don't fight with these tribes!"

The field is open, and two thousand Mayan tribe warriors, howling and running, rush in like a tide. Hundreds of canoes rushed down the river towards the mouth of the river. The old militiaman Chihuaco observed and estimated the upcoming battle, and made a decision instantly.

"Sign out the semaphore and leave the river mouth. Draw five miles to the west and retreat into the sea!"

Hearing this, Pu Apu was startled for a while, thought for a while, and then nodded in agreement. Soon, the flag of retreat was hoisted on the bow. The flagship turned first, and more than forty oarsmen exerted their strength at the same time, rowing desperately, and turned like the wind. And the remaining six longships followed closely behind, paddling away quickly.

A large group of Mayan tribal warriors rushed to the shore, watching the seven large ships move away before stopping. Dozens of canoes chased for another two or three miles, until they drove the intruders off the coast, and then turned back again, patrolling the mouth of the river on guard. Hundreds of Mayan warriors held stone spears and waved small shields, howling like wolves, threatening the Kingdom fleet offshore. The slingers and spear-throwers of the battalion scattered and occupied the high places, all ready to shoot. Obviously, these Mayan tribes are very familiar with fighting.

The two sides faced each other across the five-mile sea. One side boiled against Yingtian, while the other side was silent and guarded. Chivaco narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, but unfortunately the distance was too far for him to see clearly. After thinking for a while, he called the mountain bird with the best eyesight on board.

"Mountain, can you see clearly?"

"Yes. Captain."

"What can you see clearly?"

"On the opposite side, a group of armored warriors, surrounded by a long-headed **** descendant, came to the shore... He raised his head and was looking at us!"

"Well!..."

The old militiaman squinted his eyes and looked hard for a while, only seeing a crowd of people who looked like a lake, and couldn't tell the descendants of the gods at all. The resolution of his eyesight is only about 1 in 2500, that is, he can see things one meter in size from a distance of five miles. And the merle's visual resolution...

"All right!"

The old militiaman scratched his head, looked at Tikalo who was thinking beside him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Tikalo, which Mayan tribe is in this prairie city? Why do they take the initiative to attack us?"

"Captain Qi, they are the Putún, the most ferocious Mayan tribe on the Yucatan Peninsula, the barbarians among the Mayans. They occupy the banks of the Dacao River and this vast savannah. They are half farming, half hunting, and often move camps. They are also regardless of high or low, even among ordinary people, there will be many tribal warriors."

Ticaro looked serious and replied seriously.

"The Dacao River Basin is connected to the Central Basin. After the divine disaster, many tribes of the gods fled northward. The first tribe to escape here along the Dacao River was the Itza led by the Goddess of the Heavenly Snake. , from Tikal, the capital of the gods. Then, under the leadership of the Xiwu family of the snake capital, the TutulXiu people also migrated here and drove away the Yincha people. The Yincha people then went north and conquered The city of Uuc (Uuc), the predecessor of Chichen Inza. Then, the Tutulxiu went north and established the city of Uxmal.”

"Both the two god-descendant tribes have moved their center of gravity, but they still continue to fight for this area. From time to time, new tribes will appear here, but they are unable to fight against the two major god-descendant tribes... until hundreds of years ago, ten Thousands of savage Puton tribes, the last, move out of the Central Basin!"

Speaking of this, there was a bit of unconcealable disgust on Ticaro's face. It was the descendant of the Mayan gods inherited from generation to generation, who had an instinctive aversion to chaos and inversion of superiority and inferiority.

"These Puton tribes, I don't know what they experienced in the basin after the disaster. They lost the inheritance of the gods, the order of high and low completely collapsed, and the knowledge of the gods was lost. They don't know how to farm, they don't know how to build cities, All the people were soldiers, hunting and robbing everywhere, and became 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, attacking the civilized Mayan city-states, and eating everything!  …”

"Both the Tuturxiu people and the Yincha people were forced to abandon the towns here and retreat to the northern lowlands. This vast savannah has since been occupied by the Puton people. Of course, after hundreds of years, they I have regained mastery of farming and building, but they are very poorly done, and I still often go hunting.”

Hearing these awkward tribal names, Chihuaco felt dizzy. He rubbed his head, thought for a while, and then concluded.

"It seems that they are like the tribes in the wasteland. They are very good at fighting, but they are not good at others... So, they are not attacking us for the jewel in the lake on our fleet. They are just, purely attacking , all the intruders in their eyes?"

"Hmm...very likely!"

Ticaro touched his divine head and nodded in agreement.

"The Puton tribe is a bunch of mad dogs, and they have a bad relationship with most Mayan tribes. No matter which fleet lands here, they will be attacked by them!"

"Apricot"

In fact, it is worth mentioning that the Puton tribe's future record also includes defeating the Spaniards. Twenty-eight years later, the first Spanish explorer, Francisco Hernández de Córdoba (Franández de Córdoba) 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, claiming to be the messenger of the gods, and was warmly welcomed by the local Mayan city-state. Then, along the coastline of the peninsula, he headed south all the way to the hinterland of Mexico. The villages along the coast, looking at their distinctive **** faces, are very warm and friendly, offering food and water.

Until he landed at the mouth of the Dacao River to replenish fresh water, he ran into the hunting Puton tribe head-on. More than a thousand tribal fighters attacked the Spanish expedition team, directly killing 60 people with stone spears and spears, and killing hundreds of people. Expedition leader Hernandez, wearing heavy armor, was said to have been shot 33 times and fled back to the ship with serious injuries. Then the fleet went all the way, desperately fleeing, and even fled to Florida. Ten days later, Hernandez died of his wounds near Havana, Cuba.

Then taking over as the second expedition leader, it was Juan de Grijalva (Juan de Grijalva). He brought more manpower, made more preparations, and landed again at the Dacao River Estuary. The Spanish fleet killed more than 200 tribal fighters at the cost of hundreds of casualties, and shot and killed the leader of the Puton tribe, which caused the Puton tribe to collapse...

After that, there is the third captain, Hernán Cortes. The Puton tribe suffered a loss last time, gathered thousands of warriors, and waited for the Spaniards to go ashore. Cortez did not stay here, and head-to-head with the Puton tribe, but went all the way, directly reaching the hinterland of Mexico. There, he will meet the Totonacs who devoutly believe in Feathered Serpents, the Tlaxcalans who desperately need allies, and the Mexica whose kings are unable to rule and are internally divided.

Of course, none of this has happened yet. Everyone in the kingdom's fleet can't know, or even imagine. The Mayan merchant Tikalo just stood on tiptoe, looked at the reunited Puton tribe warriors on the coast, and made a suggestion.

"Respected Captain Chihuaco, we can leave here and continue to the 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 contacts with various tribes, especially with the The Kanur family is friendly. Our business group has traded with them many times, and the fleet can park there for supplies."

"Leave the river mouth and go north for another 160 miles to replenish at Jinshe City?"

Chivako pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. It is his instinct to be cautious, and he will never engage in meaningless fights.

"In that case, we'll..."

"God bless you! Wait a minute, Captain Chivaco."

Priest Tomat stood at the bow of the boat, watching for a long time, and gradually had some thoughts in his mind. This is an ignorant and simple Mayan tribe, completely different from other lost and cunning Mayan city-states! ...Thinking of this, he immediately interrupted the old militiaman's order.

"Tikalo, what is the deity that this Puton tribe believes in?"

"Uh... the gods of the Puton tribe?"

Hearing this, Ticaro thought hard for a while, and replied uncertainly.

"It seems that their beliefs are very messy. They hunted everywhere and did not build large temples. Their descendants of gods may have lost their inheritance, and they don't know the main **** of the family..."

"Sure enough!"

Priest Tomat held the scriptures tightly, with a fanatical smile on his face. Seeing this smile, Ticaro's heart trembled. An ominous premonition immediately surfaced in his heart.

"Praise the Lord God! Captain Qi, please give me a small boat! I'm going to the shore, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Sow the seeds of the Lord God's faith in the heart of the other leader!"

"What! You want to go ashore?!"

Hearing this, Chivaco jumped up.

"Priest Tomat, it's very dangerous on the shore! The wolves are all sticking out their buttocks, ready to jump over and bite people. Why are you so eager to move up? ... No way!"

"I can do it! The light of the Lord God shines on me! I have received her blessing, and I want to spread her glory, and I will be fine!"

Priest Tomat straightened his body, his eyes were shining brightly, and his face was full of fearlessness and determination.

"Captain Chivaco, please take me ashore! I will go alone, no one else is needed!  …Oh, no!"

Priest Tomat paused. He turned his head, looked at Tikalo, who was backing back again and again with a terrified expression, and pointed.

"I also need a good translator...that's him!"