Chapter 1019 The First Encounter of the Kamchatka Tribe, the Hunter of the Itelmen

"Praise the Lord God, praise Your Majesty! With the relay of twenty kingdom longships, the support of thousands of elite warriors and sailors, and the support of hundreds of thousands of catties of supplies, this longship of the kingdom was finally sent to the prophesied place. A new continent!...And we have sailed for two full years and traveled a difficult 20,000 miles just to arrive today!..."

The Kamchatka Peninsula in November is full of cold white traces. On the surface of the cold sea on the east side of the peninsula, the white floating light of death is shining. The long and harsh winter has come with the cold north wind, making the rolling hills quiet and the endless tundra chilling. On the entire vast coast, there are no obvious human settlements and villages, and there are few wandering deer. There are only two towering active volcanoes, conspicuously located in the mountains on the north side. And the faint white smoke that floats from time to time is heralding the warmth and vitality buried deep underground!

When it first approached the coast, the Snow Wolf only saw the active volcano (Avachinskiy) on the east side. The long boat rowed along the desolate coast for half a day, and sailed into a concave natural harbor. Another taller smoking volcano (Koryaksky) suddenly appeared in the northern mountains, shining with ice and snow.

"Lord God! The gift of the two Lord Gods, warm active volcanoes! They are the sons of the Lord God, and they breathe out life toweringly, as if breathing out divine smoke... Then this natural port is called the God Twins... No, God Shuangyan Port!..."

Exploration Captain Zuvaro looked to the north, looking at the smoking ice and snow volcano, with sincere joy on his face. He does not know the exact heights of the two active volcanoes, which are Avachinskiy on the east side at 2,741 meters and Koryaksky volcano on the west side at 3,456 meters. But according to his experience along the way, as long as there are volcanoes, there will be warm springs that don't freeze. And in the cold extreme north, warm spring water must mean the existence and gathering of tribes!

In fact, it is true. In later generations, this is the capital of Russia's Kamchatka Territory, the most livable city on the entire peninsula, Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy (Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy).

"Lord God! What an open bay, what a towering mountain!"

Exploration Captain Zuvalo jumped off the longship and landed on the northern side of the bay. He knelt on the ground and kissed the icy dark brown land, this piece of "death mausoleum of the ancestral giants". Then, he looked around at the surrounding scenery, looked at the low grass around the bay, and at the snow-capped northern mountains. After a little thought, he quickly came to a conclusion.

"The grass on such a low shore is even lower than the ancestral island chain. Such a remarkable amount of snow in the mountains is more than the snow on the extreme north coast... Lord God! The winter here is very cold! It must be colder than the extreme north. The coast of the coast is going to be cold! The wind here will also be very strong, it will definitely be terrifying!...We need to find the local tribe as soon as possible, or find a hot spring for the winter..."

The exploration captain Zuvalo frowned slightly, silently hiding his speculation about the local environment in his heart.

The ballads passed down by the northern tribes have always contained the wisdom of life and death. The ancestors of the Unanga called this place "the cold mausoleum of the ancestral giants", and there was no reason for it. Although the latitude here is souther than the extreme northern coast of Alaska, the temperature is obviously much lower, and there is no obvious human habitation on the coast...

"The Lord God bless us, His Majesty guides us, we are the favored children of God!"

The exploration captain Zuwaro thought for a moment, and then he showed his face with confidence and joy. He looked around at the dozens of kingdom warriors and tribal sailors who landed, his expression was full of impassionedness, which boosted everyone's morale.

"Come! Praise the Lord God! Let's light the flint, light the holy fire, and hold a prayer ceremony! Then cook fish, shrimp, and whale meat, and hold a grand celebration dinner!"

"Praise the Lord God! Pray for God's blessing and celebrate the arrival!..."

Hearing such good news, the warriors and sailors also cheered. They have been wandering on the island and the sea for so long, and they really need a grand prayer and celebration. Soon, a bonfire was lit on the shore, and delicious meat was cooked. The continuous prayers and cheers sounded from the open bay and drifted into the distant cold wind.

"Lord God bless! Praise my God, Vitzilopochtli! He is supreme and mighty, covering the sky and the sea! Praise to His Majesty Shulot, God of Death! He knows everything, guides us, and comes from thousands of miles away!..."

"Huh? Chut (wind)? Pina (pla, smoke)? There is smoke in the southern wind?"

In the mountains more than ten miles to the north, an Itelmen hunter wearing a fur coat and carrying a hunting bow suddenly stared at the bay in the south with his eyes wide open. Itelmen is an ethnic group in the Kamchatka tribe that lives in the southern peninsula. They are slightly shorter than the Unanga, generally around 1.7 meters. Most of them are excellent hunters in the mountains and reliable fishermen on the coast.

"Mulu, what did you say?"

"I said, look at the bay to the south, there is smoke from cooking!"

"What? Cooking smoke!"

Hearing the words of the hunter Mulu, a group of seven or eight Itelmen hunters all looked south in unison. Soon, unbelievable surprise appeared on their thick, round, Mongolian-like faces.

"Hush!"

The leader of the hunting team, the Mu dog, led a strong Samoyed hound and signaled to everyone to keep silent. He listened carefully to the faint sound of the wind with his ears sideways, and his brows were deeply frowned.

"Someone's voice in the wind...very small, but many, many voices!..."

"Ah? Ancestors with spirits! Could it be that the islands (Ainu) in the south are attacking again?"

"How is it possible! The snowy winter is coming soon, and Haizi will also freeze. At this time, the ministries along the coast will not come out, nor will they fight!"

"Could it be the Deer Department (Koriaks) in the northwest? Are they coming to poach the deer on our territory?"

"At this time? When the blizzard is coming? Are they dying?..."

"That can't be true. They are the tents (Chukchi people) in the north? They have always been fierce and aggressive. They migrate around on reindeer sledges, robbing other tribes of food and camps... They are coming to snatch our warm winter camp. , grab our ice-free hot spring water?"

"Ah? If the account department appears here, it will definitely fight with the deer department first! What's more, this is the south of the mountain. How could the reindeer team in the account department sneak across the mountain?..."

The Itelmen hunters discussed in low voices, with a hint of uneasiness on their faces. This desolate and cold snowfield, even if it is located in the northeast corner of the Asian continent, never lacks fighting and struggles among the tribes.

Because, unlike the hunting tribes on the North American continent, they have a higher level of productivity and organization. And their greatest enemy has long since changed from the harsh natural environment to the tribes of North Asia who migrated around and competed for water and hunting grounds.

"Stop arguing! Spiritual ancestors are watching us!"

The hunting captain Mu Dog thought for a moment and quickly made a decision. He first handed over the dog leash in his hand to Mutu, the fastest hunter. Samoyed dogs are domesticated from the tribes of the extreme northern Asia. They are excellent hunting dogs and guard dogs suitable for harsh and cold environments. And this strong Samoyed dog is an important assistant for the tribe to hunt. The cost of domestication is very high, so it must not be lost.

"Mutu, take the dog and others back to the tribe first, and report to the old grandmother of the tribe! Let the young men get ready, put on the leather armor, and put on the bowstring!..."

"Mulu, you have the best eyesight and the least movement...Come with me to the south!"

"Yes! Captain Sage!"

The hunter Mulu nodded earnestly, and called him "Sage", which means "dog king", which symbolizes the leader of the hunting dog. This appellation can accurately reflect that the Mu dog is the leader of the tribe, second only to the old grandmother who is in charge of the tribe's inheritance. In fact, these extreme northern Asian hunting tribes are indeed much more organized than their close relatives on the North American continent.

"The spiritual ancestors are looking at us! Let's go! Let's take a good look and see which tribe this is from afar. Is it an enemy or a friend of our mountain tribe!"