The red sun goes to the west, and the sky is full of blue and bright colors, and the evening by the sea is always magnificent and unusual. The Caribbean sea is full of majestic spirit, drinking the water of the grassy river, and at the foot is the Yucatan Peninsula along the coast. Dozens of Mayan clans prospered and declined on this northern peninsula, rising and falling.

"The Aztecs and the Putons reached an agreement so quickly. It's a collusion! ... The savage breath is blowing towards the north like a tide..."

Watching the transactions of these "savage" tribesmen, the Mayan merchant Tikalo curled his lips secretly and sighed inexplicably. He dutifully translated every sentence of the two sides, his eyebrows lowered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Okay, very good! Shuo Dar Mokayin, the Lord God will bless you! Come, put on this sun shield... uh!"

Looking at this young and strong tribal warrior, Priest Tomat was very satisfied. He reached into his arms, and after a while, he remembered that the sun talisman had been given away. But that's okay, there's a lot more on board. Tommat looked at the boat, thought for a moment, and called for Ash Puap.

"Praise the Lord God! Captain Pu, I have made a blood oath with Chief Mozi of the Shortspear Tribe and reached an agreement. I will exchange the surplus weapons on the ship for 80 Puton tribe warriors! When we reach Snake Island in the East China Sea, the fleet will establish a stronghold. , leaving enough manpower, one or two must be replenished in advance..."

"This estuary is the place where the kingdom's subsequent fleet must pass. I intend to manage this place and gain a firm foothold on the Yucatan Peninsula. Chief Mozi can provide the kingdom's fleet of voyages. Water for supply, manpower to fight! He is very important to us! And the expansion of the Shortspear tribe, as long as it reaches a certain level, will definitely impact the Mayan city-states in the north and create turmoil on the Yucatan Peninsula... This pair of For us, it is also beneficial!"

Thinker

"Eh?...Um. Priest Tomat, you're right."

Priest Tomat's eyes were bright, and he patiently explained for a while, but the gray-earth aristocrat who said so bluntly felt dizzy. Then, he lowered his voice and commanded.

"Captain Pu, you go get a bronze cloth armor of the kingdom. I will give it to this chief!"

"What? To give him precious bronze armor?!"

"Yes! Chief Mozi believes in the main god, which is very important to us!"

Thomas nodded affirmatively.

"The kingdom has to ensure that he will not die inexplicably in the next battle. If that's the case, it may not be easy to find another chieftain of Puton who can trade! ... By the way, arrange two more kingdom warriors. , stay here, familiarize yourself with the local situation, and learn Mayan language."

"...Okay! You're right, I have to listen to you!"

Puapu pursed his lips and complained in his heart, and the tomato priest liked to hold the scriptures and toss back and forth to get out of these many things. He returned to the boat and whispered to the old militiaman.

"...what to do?"

"What else can I do? Everyone else is there, and what he said is right, just listen to him!"

"Yeah. Then I'll order two of them! Pekka, Pechu, you two brothers, pack up and come with me. Stay with the Puton clan for a while and learn their language as soon as possible! ... What, you ask When will I pick you up? Let's wait until the fleet returns from Snake Island!"

After a while, Puapu finally brought back a pair of bronze armor, and two kingdom warriors with bitter faces, all of which were handed over to the tomato priest.

"Haha! Brother Moqi. You gave me a personal guard, and I also gave you a pair of battle armor bestowed by God, so that you can stand firm as a rock on the battlefield and not fall down!"

Priest Tomat made a quick shot, grabbed Chief Mozi's arm tightly, and twitched the corner of his mouth. Then, he handed the bronze cloth armor to Chief Moqi with a solemn and abnormal expression.

"Praise the Lord God! She bestows the warriors she believes in, invulnerable armor!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise her armor!"

Chief Moqi reached out and touched the bronze armor, and his expression changed. He couldn't wait to put on the heavy armor and hammered it a few times with his fist. He felt the clanging impact, and his face was full of surprise and joy.

"Brother Tomat! You are really my good brother! With such a stomach, I can let go and kill!...Okay, good!"

Chief Moqi repeatedly praised, and tested it with the short dagger for a while before taking off the armor with satisfaction, and sweat beads were already forming on his back. The weather in March is not too hot. If it is August, when the fire is burning, the red sun is scorching hot, and no matter how strong a tribal warrior is, he can only wear his armor for a few quarters of an hour, so he has to take it off quickly!

"Haha, the Lord God bless the kingdom! Brother Mozi, there are thousands of such god-given armors in the kingdom! The Shortspear tribe has already believed in the Lord God, and when the kingdom's priests and craftsmen come, they will guide you to make weapons and maintain equipment. One day, the Shortspear tribe will be able to produce god-given weapons and armor!"

With a smile on his face, Priest Tomat drew another cornbread of the future.

Chief Moqi nodded excitedly, and had more longing for the future of the tribe. He thought for a while, then grinned again.

"Priest Tomat, you came here before and gave you a hundred copper axes... I will give you another twenty tribal warriors, both as compensation and as an apology! You are looking at the mountain eagle in the distance, and I am staring at you. The coyote in front of me. The mountain eagle flew very high, and the coyote ran after it, while pounced on the prey, sharing the enemy's heart!  …”

Speaking of this, the strong Chief Mozi stretched out his severed right hand and clenched it tightly with Priest Tomat once again. This time, there was a little more sincerity in his eyes.

"Priest Tomat, the witness of the ancestors! We can become real brothers! Because our way is far ahead!"

Hearing this, Priest Tommat's expression became solemn. He looked into Chief Mozi's sincere eyes, and after a while, nodded slowly.

"Chief Mozi, witness the Lord God! Our road is far ahead. As long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, I will be your brother!"

"Good! Praise the Lord God!"

"Praise the Lord God!"

The two clasped their hands tightly and looked at each other with burning eyes. There is no need to translate at this time, they can feel each other's mind, feel the will to advance!

The night is gradually coming, and the bonfire is shining on the shore. The warriors of the kingdom of the fleet returned to the ship to rest, and most of the ordinary warriors of the tribe also returned to the prairie fortress to rest.

Both parties sent invitations at the same time, but Priest Tomat did not go to the fortress of the Putun tribe, and Chief Mozi did not board the kingdom's ship. The two took dozens of people, lit a bonfire on the shore, and camped on the spot. The low voice of reply, fluttered in the dark night, and dissipated into the turbulent sea. They both told a lot of stories that each other couldn't understand. And the only one who understood at the same time was Ticarlo, a Mayan merchant who was so sleepy and strong.

"The Great Emirate of the Lake? The League of Mexica Chiefs? The Great Chieftain of the God of Reaper?... So, you are just the largest of the dozens of tribes in the Menghu Tribal Alliance?"

Chief Mozi's eyes flashed with curiosity. After a night of conversation, neither side slept at all. He had never imagined that the western plateau was so vast, and the tribes on the plateau were so powerful... and complex.

"No. The largest clan is the king of the alliance, and we are the second largest. However, the leader of our highness is the king's son-in-law and cousin, and the first heir to the kingdom. If the king dies, the largest The two tribes will become one. And the other weak tribes, unless they can all unite, are not worth mentioning!"

Priest Tomat was succinct, trying to describe it as simply as possible. Mo Qi touched his chin, thought for a while, and asked in confusion.

"Two jungle jaguars, so close together, wouldn't they fight?"

"Well... no. Both the king and His Highness believe in the supreme Lord God, who is the incarnation of the gods in the world! They have been fighting for years and are in charge of different directions. They are working closely together to bring peace to all the ministries in the world!"

"Oh, so it is! The wolves in the jungle haven't finished eating yet, and it's not time to fight each other."

Chief Mozi suddenly realized, clapped his hands and laughed.

"Once all other prey in the jungle are wiped out. Two strong jaguars will finally bite and decide the only king!"

"No, it's not like that!"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's expression changed. He immediately retorted, and even had some inexplicable anger.

"The Lord God witnesses! The king and His Royal Highness are real condor, leading the alliance and kingdom! God bless them, they are intimate twin kings! Besides, there is the eldest princess among them..."

Chief Mozi smiled, looked at Priest Tomat, who was a little annoyed, and changed the subject.

"Okay! Tomat, my brother! I don't know what the rules of inheritance are in your tribes on the plateau. It's just that when our Puton tribe, the big tribe inherits, the heirs will always fight each other and decide a leader. Come..."

"As for the city-states in the north, they are much weaker. They will compare the 'divineness' and let the powerful elders in the clan vote to elect a clan leader. Even the Kanur clan in our north. , they don't have a leader, only a group of elders composed of old guys..."

"The Kanur clan, the elders?"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat raised his brows, glanced at Tikalo who was the translator, and asked aloud.

"Mozi, my brother, I heard that the four largest forces in the north are the Kanur clan in the far west, the Shiu clan, the Kapoor clan in the middle, and the Ekab chiefdom in the far east... .How much do you know about their strength?"

"Yeah. Our Putun clan has fought with the Kanur clan and the Shiu clan! As for the two further east, I don't know."

Chief Mozi thought for a while and replied seriously.

"The Kanur clan in the west seems to be allies with the previous Kekem family. Decades ago, the Xiu clan wanted to be the boss and raided the Kekem family. I heard that they killed a lot of people and slaughtered the whole house. King City! In order to contain the Kanur clan in the west, he also sent a batch of weapons, women, salt and goods to our Puton clan, and let us attack the border of the Kanur clan..."

Hearing this, Tikaro's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head and translated softly without changing a single word.

"Oh? Did you attack? What was the situation in that battle?"

"Go! Why don't you want what you gave for nothing? The south of the Kanur clan is very empty. I heard that a lot of women and food were robbed... However, that was two generations ago. was born. But my mother was taken back from the northern city-state by the previous great chief, as if she was still a goddess."

Chief Mozi's expression flashed, telling a story from a long time ago, and he seemed to be reminiscing about something.

"I remember my mother said that the Kanur family (Ahul) is the '', the protector and supporter. Their ancestors also came from the western plateau. He once held a white gourd and an obsidian spear, Followed the older Nawa king. Then he was entrusted to the southwest by the Nawa king, guarding the nine hills, guarding the nine rivers, and guarding the border of the King City of Chichen Yincha..."

"Then, there was a Mayan named Cocom, who, with the help of his companions, climbed out of the deep well of sacrifice. Holding a coconut, he claimed his sacred blood and experience, and gained the support of many Mayan tribes. These Mayans The tribes attacked the king of Nahua, and they continued to grow, and finally they attacked Chichen Yinza. The Kanur family defended to the end, but surrendered. They made a covenant with the new Mayan king and retreated to the far west of the peninsula, still the same. In the name of 'guardian', they just changed the king. It's just that, this new king, they didn't keep it in the end and were killed by the Xiu clan!... Haha! Hahaha!"

Speaking of these mothers' bedtime stories, Chief Mozi laughed, telling another version of the Mayan epic. Tikalo, who was beside him, suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"Dear... Chief Mozi, is your mother still here?"

"Oh, she has long gone to the kingdom of God. People from the tribe can never live too old... Hey, why are you asking this?"

Chief Moqi pursed his lips and replied calmly. Then, he glanced at the Mayan civilian with some doubts, not knowing why the other party was suddenly excited.

"Brother Moqi, so there is a feud between the Kanur clan and the Xiu clan?"

Priest Tomat gave Tikalo a deep look, then turned his head and asked.

"Will the two powerful Mayan clans fight each other?"

"Yes! Not only do they kill each other, they also sacrifice each other. And we often take advantage of them to kill and loot on the border!"

Chief Moqi nodded his head. These two clans were the two most powerful forces in the northern part of the Putun clan. Of course, they were all looted by the Putons.

"The Kanur clan and the Xiu clan have more than 10,000 city-state warriors. The warriors on both sides are quite average, and we can't fight them. However, they have refined stone spears and short bows, as well as many wooden and leather armors. Good at fighting in the jungle. Similarly, if the city-states are given time, they will mobilize a huge militia. Very annoying! We usually grab a handful and leave, retreating into the jungle and mountains. Find an opportunity and come out!"

"Between the two, who can fight better?"

"Haha! Of course it's the Xiu clan! They occupy a very wealthy royal capital, and the number of warriors is more, and they firmly support the Kanur clan. Their leaders are also very cunning, and even ambushed our tribe. It's just that, They are in the east, and they are restrained by the hostile Kapoor clan, and they are attacked on both sides. No matter how many troops there are, they can always find a loophole and go in and grab one! ... And if there is no Kapoor clan in the east, the Kapoor who claims to be the 'guardian' The Nuer clan, I'm afraid they can't even protect themselves!"