The wind is warm on the beach, and the grass on the shore is smoky. The long boat rides on the waves, and the camp stands by the river. Thousands of soldiers cheered and howled, and the two leaders sat opposite each other and drank together. Priest Tomat drank a glass of blood wine and smiled boldly.

"Okay, have fun! Mozzy, my brother, I can give you whatever you want in the future! The kingdom provides you with god-given weapons and equipment, and you provide the kingdom with skilled fighters. It's really a win-win situation! We join hands , you can sweep the Mayan tribes in the North!"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi's eyes flickered. He stretched out his hand intimately, grabbed Priest Tomat's arm, looked into the other's eyes, and spoke a tribal proverb seriously.

"Xulucumul! We Putonians, 'in ash and poverty, living under a tree, you cannot see the sky'. Life is always difficult, we will always look in front of our eyes and cannot imagine Too far away...Brother Tomat, there are still many weapons on your ship. There are also many warriors from our tribe. Before you leave, we will exchange them now!"

"Exchange now, so urgent?"

Priest Tomat was taken aback. Chief Mozi really didn't want to wait for a moment.

"How do you want to change it?"

"Five copper axes for a tribal warrior! Two big bows for a warrior! As for your leather armor..."

Chief Mozi narrowed his eyes and greedily looked at the leather armor of the Prepecha warrior. He has seen similar leather armor from city-state people, which is much better than wooden armor. After that, he looked at the bronze cloth armor that he had never seen on Puap's body with some puzzlement. Finally, he stretched out a finger and said greedily.

"One pair of leather armor, another warrior! They are veterans who have seen blood, killed people, and can throw spears. After the exchange, they will join the Tiger Tribe and belong to you!"

"Oh? A pair of leather armor, two big bows, or five copper axes, for a Putun tribe warrior?"

Priest Tomat had a half-smile and looked at Chief Mozi for a while.

"Mozi, my brother, this price..."

"Cough! Brother Tomat, to tell you the truth, our Short Spear tribe has twenty 1,000-strong warriors and can mobilize five 1,000-strong warriors. It is the most powerful tribe in the Dacao River Valley!"

Chief Mozi clenched his fists, hammered his chest again, and blew a little of the force of the tribe. Then, he looked towards the Dacao River in the east, with strong ambition and desire in his eyes!

"In the Dacao River Basin, there are seven or eight large tribes, a dozen small tribes, and hundreds of thousands of Puton tribes hunting! As long as I have your weapons, I will send troops to other Puton tribes in the upper reaches of the Dacao River! . ..”

"This exchange price, the tribe will indeed take advantage of it, and I can compensate you some more. According to the tradition of the Puton tribe, the defeated and captured tribal warriors will obey the powerful victor and start again from the bottom of the war slaves. Fight with new tribes! If you can wait, credit me with a batch of weapons first, then when I return from victory, I can give you twice as many war slaves!"

Speaking of this, a sincere smile appeared on Chief Moqi's rough face. He grabbed Priest Tomat firmly and asked eagerly.

"How about it? Brother Tomat, if you want gems, gold and silver, the tribe also has goods that have been looted over the years, all belong to you!"

"Um..."

Hearing this, the corner of Priest Tomat's mouth raised. Along the way, the kingdom sold the gems in the lake and made a lot of money. Unexpectedly, it is the "barbaric" Puton people who really know the goods here. For the kingdom's weapons, the chief of the other party even thought of paying on credit first, and then paying back double...

"There are indeed two spare ships with axes, spears and bow armor on the Kingdom's fleet. But on the seven long ships, there are already four hundred warriors and sailors. According to the maximum carrying capacity of eighty people per ship, a maximum of one hundred and fifty Ten people, but the storage space for fresh water is too scarce..."

Priest Tomat pondered for a while, and then seriously replied to the chief.

"Brother Mozy, our fleet only needs 80 soldiers right now."

"Only eighty fighters?"

Hearing this, Chief Mozi frowned. Even if five copper axes were exchanged for one warrior, four hundred copper axes would not have the decisive effect. What's more, weapons will wear out after being used...

"Yes! Brother Mozzi, this is our first transaction, so let's pay the price you said. But to be honest, our big bow is expensive and requires extremely strong arrows. Your tribe can't make it, It can't be used for too long."

Hearing this, Chief Mo Qi touched his chin and asked someone to bring a bronze arrow from the sand. He carefully looked at the sharp arrowhead, the sturdy wooden pole, and the glued tail feathers, thinking for a while. After a while, he broke the wooden pole with both hands, and then nodded silently.

"In large-scale battles, it is better to use a spear to stab at a distance than a hatchet that cuts at close quarters."

Priest Tomat beckoned and called for a Prepecha warrior with a spear. Then, he took the bronze spear, vigorously, stabbed a few times skillfully, and handed the spear to Chief Moqi.

"A bronze ax can be exchanged for two bronze spears. The spear tip is very durable, so if it is blunt, you can sharpen it. If the wooden pole is broken, you can exchange it for another one, or use it as a short spear...Give me one Tribal warrior, I will give you ten spears! Eight hundred bronze spears can also increase the strength of your tribe!"

Looking at the spear in front of him, Chief Mozi tried hard to think again. To be honest, what he wanted most was a long-range bow and sturdy leather armor. As for the bronze ax and spear, the biggest role is not to kill the mobilized tribal warriors, but to break the wooden armored warriors of other tribes.

"Eighty men, eight hundred spears...eighty men, twenty leather armors, six hundred spears..."

Chief Mozi murmured and thought hard for a while. Then, he grabbed Priest Tomat's arm tightly, making his eyelids twitch with such force.

"Tomat, my brother! How did you make your god-given weapons, which are so sharp and tough?"

"The First Clan"

"Brother Moqi, this requires the flames of the Lord God, the stones of the Lord God, made from the hands of the Lord God's craftsmen! When your tribe completely surrenders to the Lord God, you will gradually learn it!"

Priest Tomat twitched his arm, but didn't pull it back. He endured the pain and still had a smile on his face.

"The lord **** blesses! She bestows devout believers with powerful weapons to defeat all blocking tribes!"

"The Lord God bless! She will help me defeat the upstream enemies and annex their tribe!"

Chief Mozi gritted his teeth ~lightnovelpub.net~ prayed sincerely for the first time. Then, at last, he made up his mind.

"Tomat, my brother. I will give you eighty tribal warriors! You will give me twenty leather armors and six hundred spears! I will give you a personal tribal warrior who can throw spears and hit Running deer!"

Speaking of this, Chief Mozi turned his head, looked around, and shouted to a young guard.

"School Dart Mokayin! Ancestors have witnessed that from today onwards, you will follow the Tiger Tribe! You should walk out of the grasslands and hills and venture out. This is a big tribe, and only true warriors can stand firm!"

"...here you go, Chief."

The spearman Mokayin pursed his lips, and strode up to Priest Tomat. He sized up the strength of the opponent, and curled his lips secretly. Then, he hammered his chest hard and shouted.

"The leader of the tiger tribe! The ancestors have witnessed that I am a true warrior. You will see my spear throwing and witness my bravery!"