Chapter 1047 The Encounter at the End of the Snow Field, the Encounter Across Thousands of Miles!

The morning sun rises from the mountains in the east, shining on the shining Dalumoss River, and also illuminating the continuous and wide campsite by the river. In the brutal and intense fight two days ago, those dark red frozen blood were all covered by the newly fallen white snow.

Curls of cooking smoke rise from the camp that has changed owners, and there are busy hunters, tribal people and captives everywhere. And a huge herd of deer is surrounding the periphery of the camp. They bowed their heads docilely to dig through the thick snow, quietly eating the wet and cold moss, as if nothing had happened.

"Zu! My son-in-law, the weather is getting colder and the snow is getting more and more. Counting the days now, the real big snowstorm will not be too far away! We are not going to spend the winter here, we have to bring all the Harvest and return to the warm mountain camp further south... Right now, the hunters are packing up supplies, dismantling tents, driving dogs, deer, tents and sleds, and taking all the captives south..."

The hunting captain Mugou frowned slightly, looked at Zuvaro with a dignified expression, and asked in a deep voice.

"The ancestors testify! Do you really want to go north with your men at this time? Before the big snowstorm comes, go to the snowfields and coasts occupied by the deer tribe, looking for some big boats by the sea? There are so many captives and deer herds, and the tribal hunters in the camp are very A little nervous..."

"The Lord God bless! Mu, you know. Mutu came back from the north with the hunters on alert. They defeated a group of deer hunters who came to support them, and brought back twenty or thirty escaped and captives." I asked carefully, among the captured deer hunters, there was someone from the tribes around the Xiaolumosai River...he had seen the big boats by the river with his own eyes, and had traded that kind of belt with a group of 'big boat tribes' by the river. Wine with a seal!…”

Speaking of this, the exploration captain Zuvalo's eyes flickered, and there was a strong premonition in his heart, which kept tumbling and surging.

He hadn't seen real paper since he left the Kingdom's port of Trouttown more than two years ago, leading the expedition. The coastal ministries, whether it is the west coast, the extreme northern coast, or the Kachamura tribe on the west side of the sea, do not have the technology to make paper, nor do they have the habit of using paper to write and draw... Fishing in the coastal ministries Boats have always been small boats, kayaks, and rafts, and I have never seen any big boats. As for the taste and clarity of the jar of water wine, as well as the pottery jars, they don't look like those produced by the northern tribes...

When the three special clues of paper, big boat and wine are in front of your eyes, it is obvious that the so-called "big boat tribe" comes from a big tribe that is farther and stronger than the snowfield tribes! This is a rare exposure opportunity! ...and what makes him even more obliged to go is...

"The sun of the Lord God guides us! What's more, the captive also said that in the 'big boat tribe', he saw a four-legged Muli, a four-legged horse that could be ridden! ... So, Mu, I must go To the north, go to the Xiaolutai River in the north to take a look! I want to take a good look at those tribes, what's the situation, can I get some horses back..."

"Blessed by the ancestors and the sacred mountain! Do you want to exchange some horses that you can ride?..."

Hearing this, the hunting captain Mugou pulled his hair and let out a deep breath. He knew the headman of Haibu's obsession with "riding a four-legged beast". From the very beginning when the two first met, the other party had been nagging and asking non-stop. Now that there is a clue... Mugou nodded helplessly and said in a deep voice.

"Zu, the holy mountain guides us! Since you insist on going, let's go! However, I can't spare too many people for you... I can only give you a team of sled hunters..."

"A team of sleigh hunters? Twenty?"

Expedition Captain Zuwaro blinked. Neither the warriors nor the sailors of the kingdom know how to drive a reindeer sled, and their legs are very short on the snowy field. In this snow-covered calf season, everyone must be led by a mountain hunter's sled so that everyone can move quickly. Twenty sleigh hunters can probably lead twenty kingdom warriors on the march. And the Xiaolutai River in the north is about two hundred miles away from the camp of the Dalutai River, and you may meet a small tribe of the Lubu... Zuvaro pondered for a while, and said in a low voice.

"Mum, give me another team of hunters, forty sleigh hunters! I'll bring forty more sea warriors... In this way, no matter what small tribe you encounter, you can fight a dozen... And if you find the 'big ship tribe', except Except for the horse, I will give you half of the other wine exchanged!..."

"Gudu!... Ancestor's testimony! Give me half of the drink in exchange?..."

Hearing such a promise, the hunting captain Mu Quan swallowed. He thought hard for a while, then whispered.

"Zu, my son-in-law, I can only add half a team of sleds to you, led by the fastest Mutu, a total of thirty people! As for the drinks in exchange... I want them all!"

"Okay! The Lord God testifies! All the wine is yours!..."

Expedition Captain Zuwaro gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

"Mm, when will your brigade start going south?"

"Zu, tomorrow Mu Lu will lead the people to drive the deer herd and go south first. As for the manpower of the brigade, especially the captured women and children, they will also go south within three days... You'd better come back within five days, follow The last two teams of hunters who stayed in the camp will be the last ones for the big team...Of course, as soon as possible, the real ice storm in winter is coming!..."

"Okay! Lord God bless! I will be back in five days!..."

"The ancestors and Renlu bless you!..."

The two happily reached an agreement in this way. Early the next morning, 30 mountain hunters and 30 kingdom warriors drove reindeer and husky sleds along the northeast coast into the scattered snowstorm.

The snow is thick and the wind and snow are not strong. Along the way is a shining sea of ​​ice and a white snow field. Zuvaro stabbed the ice with his spear, forearm deep, without touching the water. Seeing such freezing, he felt certain in his heart. No matter what kind of big ship it is, it is impossible to get away at this season...

"Aww! Aww! Aw!..."

"Aww! Aww! Aw!..."

Three teams of hunters and warriors, carrying sufficient bows, axes, spears and arrows, wrapped in thick leather armor and furs, drove the sledge north in silence. They skied for two days, traveled more than 200 li, and searched for the trace of the big boat. Zuvaro stared at the bright white ice sea. From morning to night, he was dizzy and dazzled, and his eyes were all silvery white.

In the early morning of the third day, several dog sleds took the hunters from the mountain to the front to explore the road. Captain Mutu suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked towards the distant sky.

"Wu Hai, is that a ship?..."

"Ah? Let me see... Hey! What a ship! A pointed ship... I can see it from so far away, it seems to be a big ship!..."

"Quick! Let Zu come here!..."

The two greeted Zuwaro excitedly, and Zuwaro also leaned forward excitedly. Then, he stood on tiptoe and looked around for a while, but he only saw a piece of silver and snow white, and he couldn't see any boats coming at all!

"The Lord God testifies! Where is the boat? Where is it?"

"By the sea! By the side of a little river...that little black spot! . . . "

"That's right! It's that inconspicuous little spot right by the river and the icy sea! Look, the one further east seems to be a small camp..."

The three teams of hunters and warriors all gathered together, looking at the coast in the sky. Soon, the hunters of Kamchatka. The Unanga sailors who were born in the extreme north let out a low voice with excitement. As for the warriors from the Kingdom, most of them looked dazed. No one saw anything except a hound-born hunter who was also cheering.

"The Lord God witnesses! Shi Jian, have you seen it?"

"Witness of the Lord God! Captain, I didn't see it..."

"Bear! Did you see the boat?"

"Ah? Head, I saw it! There is a ship, it looks like a pointed one!"

"Well"

Zuwaro pursed his lips silently, and then realized: the eyesight of these extreme northern tribes is really better than that of the warriors in the kingdom, not just one or two, but generally good.

In fact it is. Due to the difference in living environment, there are inherent differences in races in different regions. The natural eyesight of polar tribes and plateau tribes is generally better than that of tropics and plain tribes. If they have a tribal tradition of hunting and migration, it is easy to produce elite marksmen.

The Guaquiles, who hunt in the highlands, are almost the best shooters in Mesoamerica. On the polar snowfields, the hunting and grazing Kachamura tribe is almost the best archer in North and Northeast Asia. Whether it is the mountain tribe, the deer tribe or the tent tribe, they are generally better at shooting than the Mongolian tribes, and they are especially good at foot shooting!

The Chukchi people in the tent, with their amazing shooting skills, made the Cossack cavalry with muskets very afraid. And the only ones who can compete with them are the Ewens and Saurons who are also located on the extreme northern coast, and those Sauron soldiers who left their names for future generations...

"The Lord God guides us! Go a little further, go further!..."

The sled moved forward again, and the distant small spot gradually became a not-so-distant big spot. The Unanga warrior, Xiong Da, could already clearly count the five masts on the big ship. And in a small camp in a low-lying place near the big ship, the faintly flickering light of the bonfire was also revealed in everyone's eyes!

"Lord God! Xiong Da, what are you talking about, with five masts?! A big ship with five masts?... Hurry up, go ahead!..."

"Aww! Aww!..."

Zuvaro's excited cry, accompanied by the barking of the dogs, dissipated in the thick snow. In the camp in the distance, the monk Watanabe Masumi suddenly turned his ears sideways and opened his eyes wide. He stood up from the campfire where venison and millet porridge was cooked, and looked towards the snow field at the southwest end.

"Hachiman Bodhisattva! What is that? What is that?!... Murakami! Murakami! Look southwest!..."

"Ah? Master Watanabe? Southwest?...Ah! Buddha!..."

Murakami Jitong stared wide-eyed, watching the sleighs of reindeer and wolf dogs appear on the vast snow field. Those sleds are so far away, so small, like ants crawling on the snow field. But he counted a little, and there were so many sledges, a total of thirty! He just looked at it for a while, and the painful experience of those two months ago, the terrible memories of being attacked by barbarians once again shrouded his heart...

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Put on your body balls, pick up your spears, and raise your bamboo bow! Suichiro, take two samurai on the horse, and bring an extra sword!... Kind Buddha, don't be a cannibal! Yi, don’t be a hostile Lu Yi! I beseech the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, please bless us!…”