The flowers on the other side bloom, and early summer is a gorgeous season. Blue wildflowers sway in the grass by the seashore. The continuous shrubs stretch out the green branches. Coupled with the red birds flying in the sky and the gray rabbits running in the grass, they together form a vibrant picture scroll. stumble

Such a magnificent scenery, in the eyes of everyone who has gone through wandering and survived the catastrophe, is so beautiful that it is unforgettable. The old militiaman Chihuaco knelt on the beach, greedily looking at everything in front of him, breathing in the reassuring smell of soil. And when he saw the beautiful spoonbill falling and stopping, he drooled with joy.

"What a fat heron...so nice!"

The fleet docked, and the archers on board finally had a chance to use their bow skills and shoot wild game. In the evening, longboats rest on the sand and bonfires are lit on the shore. The aroma of the hot barbecue, the freshly cooked thick white fish soup, and the delicious soft-bodied turtle eggs seem to have come to the kingdom of God in an instant.

After eating and drinking enough, everyone finally came alive. And lying on the solid ground, I was finally able to sleep well. When the morning sun fell on the face, new hope jumped in everyone's heart. And coming together, there is another key question.

"This is where?"

"Blessed by the Lord God! It's still about 23 degrees north latitude... It should be the land of Vasteq. If we want to return to the area occupied by the kingdom, we have to go south along the coast!"

Hearing this answer, the old militiaman nodded. He counted the crew, twenty-one, a third of them wounded, and two children. As for the Mayan shipwrights and bee slaves provided by the Kekom family... 踬

"On Tavaru's ship, it probably fell into the hands of the Totonacs."

"Um."

The old militiaman was silent for a while, and went to check the cabin again. In the cabin, there were weapons for forty men and more than a dozen pairs of bronze cloth masks. As for the precious Cuban crops, there are two baskets of cassava stalks and a bag of marabou seeds. Fortunately, cassava stalks cannot be eaten, and oil tree seeds are poisonous, so all of them have been preserved. As for the belongings, there is a small bag of herbs, two bags of gems, a dozen rolls of cotton cloth, and some samples of ore collected in Cuba. Originally there were two bags of cocoa beans, but they were eaten up by everyone when they were drifting.

"Where is the chart to the southern continent given by the Mayans?"

"In my place, I have been keeping it and have carefully looked at it several times."

Priest Mecate touched the sea chart in his arms and kept close to him, and said softly.

"However, there are some markings that I don't quite understand."

Hearing this, the old militiaman shook his head. The Mayan merchant Ticaro is gone, and no one can explain these incomprehensible labels. However, if Ticaro broke through with the fleet, the chances of surviving might be worse than falling into the hands of the Totonacs.

"Let's go! Go south. It's best to find a village of the Vastecs and let the wounded recuperate for a while."

The longboat goes south along the coast, neither borrowing the wind nor following the ocean current. The people rowed barely, and they didn't have enough oarsmen, so they could only travel thirty miles a day. After two days, they finally came to a wide river mouth. And following the upstream of the estuary, after rowing for more than ten miles, they finally found a small village of the Vastyk people.

"I can't go any further! We must let the wounded rest for a few days and find some herbs..."

Chivaco, the old militiaman, squinted his eyes and surveyed the small village by the river. It is said to be a village, but it is actually just a few thatched huts, a half-underground cave house, and two green farmlands. The Vasek tribesmen in the village are all bare-chested and only wear a sackcloth. They talked a lot and looked curiously at the docked longship. And because there are not many people in the fleet, the villagers have nothing to fear.

"The Lord God blesses! The Vastyk ministries are loyal vassals of the Alliance... There are a lot of gems and cloth on board, we can repair here for a while and supply some food... It would be even better if we could recruit some rowing sailors!..."

Clutching the sun amulet around his neck, Priest Mecate prayed a few more words. Afterwards, he walked to the village on the shore and patiently communicated with the only village elder who could speak Mexica. stumble

"Rain gods! Are you... warriors of the Great Alliance, who survived the storm at sea?"

The elders of the village looked surprised and looked at the two leaders of the fleet. His old eyebrows trembled for a while, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

"The warriors of the great alliance...I finally met the warriors of the alliance!...Twenty people, only twenty people...Hey! Rain God!"

Listening to the village's muffled Mexica language, the old militiaman Chivaco and the divinely inspired priest Mecate looked at each other, not knowing what the other was sighing. The old militiaman waited patiently for a while, and did not ask until the other party's mood calmed down.

"Dear village elders, we want to rest here for a while and exchange some food and herbs...We have gems and cloth in return..."

"Ah? Rest for a few days, in the village?"

"Yes! The wounded on the ship must lie down and recuperate. They suffered trauma and haven't been properly treated..."

"Oh! Good! All right, all right... you guys stay here!"

The elders of the village hesitated for a while, looked at the sincere and persistent old militiamen, and finally nodded. His old face was full of wrinkles, making it difficult to detect any slight changes in his expression.

"You guys live! You have food! I will give you my thatched hut..."

The old militiamen were very grateful for the promise of the village elders. He took the rest of the crew and lived in the village with peace of mind. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

This Vastec village is obviously not rich, only food is sufficient. The styles of the huts in the village are very new. It seems that they have been built for less than two years, and they may have been newly relocated from somewhere.

The old militiaman wanted to ask someone to talk to, but he couldn't understand the villagers' Vastec language. In the gesticulations between the two sides, he only vaguely guessed that this tribe was "immigrated" from the south during the "war" in the "south".

"War in the South? Dogborn and Vastec?"

Hearing this, Priest Mecate was also a little puzzled. For the priests of the kingdom, the coast of Vastek is too far away, and it is difficult to pass the information here to the Kingdom of the Lake. And in the past few years, he has been sailing outside, and he has never paid attention to the land of Vastyk.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Ask the elders of the village who can speak Mexica, don't you know?"

"The elder of the village is not here. Before he left, he told me that he would go to other villages and borrow some food and herbs..."

"Oh! Captain Qi, let's ask him when he comes back! Anyway, we have to rest for a while, and we won't be in a hurry to go south."

"Um."

The old militiaman frowned, always feeling that something was wrong. An unknown premonition lingered in his heart, but he couldn't tell the reason. Until the early morning two days later, the elders of the village reappeared. At the same time, there were more than 80 fierce dog-born fighters with tattooed faces, and they attacked the people who were preparing breakfast!

"Ha! What a group of weak and fat prey!"

The red-haired dog-born captain held a bronze spear and led a group of soldiers holding bows and spears, and surrounded the people who were too late to put on their armor. He looked at the weapons in everyone's hands, and then at the long boat on the shore, his eyes were full of excitement.

"Take them down, they're all tied up! Hand over your weapons, don't resist, and keep you alive! Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead!"