Chapter 1058 The Conversion of the Mexica

The journey south was long and windy, and December was coming to an end in the blink of an eye. Zuvalo rode a sleigh and traveled two to three hundred miles south in two days, joining the last group of returning mountain hunters. Then, everyone trekked in the snow for ten days and 1,200 miles with a large amount of supplies, deer and prisoners, and then returned to the winter camp at the hot spring mountain, where they met the old man with a kind and smiling face. grandmother.

"Mulu Alashanwa! Heads of the Haibu, my children, you have done a good job, outstanding! The sacred mountain is very satisfied, the ancestors are very satisfied, and I am very satisfied... Come! Good boy, let me take a good look, You are such a good boy who is good at fighting!..."

"Yes! God bless you! Old grandmother, this is your wise guidance! Let's run to the north and attack the unprepared Lutai River Department. Victory will be so easy! ... Well... As for what was mentioned before, give it to us The captives, the deer, and the southern territories..."

"Mulu Alashanwa! My child, don't be anxious. After retaking the northern pastureland, the territories of each ministry will be moved. We have to discuss it together. There is no rush. The prisoners and deer can be given to you first. …Come on, everyone is celebrating the victory, drink some deer milk bar!…”

"Roar! Blessed by the ancestral spirits! Praise to the wise old grandmother!... We finally took back the pastureland in the north of the peninsula, and can tame more deer and feed more tribes!..."

The entire mountain camp was filled with joy and shouts of celebration. There are thousands of reindeer brought back from the Lumohe River, and it is impossible to feed that many in the winter. The tribesmen in the mountains were busy, slaughtering thousands of old deer and male deer at one go, roasting large pieces of deer meat, and simmering various broths. Buckets of various deer milk wine and deer blood drinks were also provided to keep everyone satisfied.

The strong smell of blood spreads in the mountains, and pieces of deer skin are peeled and tanned, standing on the leather rack. On the large meat drying racks, dried venison frozen into blood pimples was hung. The warriors of each branch of the mountain tribe drank blood and milk wine, with simple and honest smiles on their faces, but also vaguely ferocious like wolves. And at night, the entire camp was filled with strange high-pitched sounds, as if it were really a den of wolves.

After all, the long winter with nothing to do is the most suitable time for pregnancy. It is best for new children to be born in summer and autumn, and women who have given birth can devote themselves to the work of the tribe as soon as possible...

"Buddha! This...is this the tribe of Shanyi? It's really...the Shanyi are like a pack of evil ghosts and wolves!...But there are so many fierce Yiren warriors, how can I escape from this group of Shanyi and return to victory?" Where is Shan Guan reporting back to the family master?..."

Looking at the barbaric tribes in the camp, Murakami Jitong, the captain of the ship, was worried, but he had no choice but to do anything. What he could see alone were more than three hundred fierce Shanyi hunters, and eighty or ninety Jiaoren in heavy armor. With the shooting skills of these hunters and the combat power of heavy armor, even if the entire Oyizaki clan came out in full force and gathered three to four hundred samurai and ashigaru, they would not be able to defeat them at all. What's more, such a far north place cannot be rowed by the family's small morning boat. There must be an ocean-covering boat from Sakai Port...

"Blessed by the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! The power of these Jiaoren tribes here is indeed much stronger than I originally imagined! ... But in the distant East China Sea, they will really have such a powerful country, so many warriors and ships , and most importantly, so much gold?!…”

Seeing the large camp in Yamabe with his own eyes, monk soldier Watanabe Masumi fell into deep thought, and his mentality gradually changed. He knows a lot about Buddhism and is very flexible and pragmatic. If the so-called "East China Sea Jiao People" really have powerful force and even stronger financial resources...then working for the Jiao People for the time being may have a better future than working for the temple! And if he can get the support of Jiao Ren and return to Ryuzoji's house with enough gold, maybe...

"Stop! Stop! Just wait and see, don't have any delusional thoughts!..."

Monk Soldier Watanabe murmured to himself, trying hard to control the delusions in his heart. Unfortunately, his restrained Dharma did not last long, and was completely shattered by the bloody conversion ceremony and the dazzling golden light.

When January arrived in the wind and snow, Zuwaro took his wife Msona from Yamabe, eighty or ninety warriors from the Kingdom, four to five hundred young women and children from Deer, as well as nineteen captured Korean sailors, and Japanese Samurai, return to Shenshuangyan Port where the kingdom's longships dock. He couldn't wait to hold a solemn blood oath ceremony to convert these hundreds of captives and stabilize the hearts of the entire tribe! …

"Praise the Lord God! Light the holy fire, set up the altar! Mix the blood wine, and let the divine smoke rise! Shout louder, oh God has arrived!..."

The Kamchatka Peninsula in January is filled with long nights that obscure the sky, snow and wind that sweep across the sky, and a bitter cold of minus 30 degrees Celsius. At the end of 1491, the search across continents, the first encounters with different civilizations, and the first sounds of world change were all hidden in the boundless ice storm. And those unknown changes are like silent seeds, waiting for the warmth of spring and flowers to bloom, waiting for the ice sea to melt and set sail again.

At this moment, the blood oath ceremony for converting to the Lord God solemnly reaches its climax with the burning holy fire and altar, the shouts of the kingdom’s warriors and the kneeling of hundreds of captives!

The warriors of the kingdom beat their shields, their voices shook the sky, and they chanted the name of the Lord God. Then, Zuvalo on the altar personally threw a large cloud of sulfur into the holy fire, igniting a faint blue fire! The four priest apprentices under the altar also lit the only two squatting tiger cannons and released thunderous explosions into the sky.

"Boom! Boom!..."

"The supreme Lord God, gives you fire and thunder! He is watching you, taking away your hair and soul, and then giving you the blood wine and mark of divinity!..."

"Praise the Lord God! Blood-sworn surrender!..."

Seeing this mysterious ritual and such powerful shamanic power, the captured Shikabe men, women and children all looked frightened, full of awe and fear. Trembling all over, they knelt down in front of the blue shamanic fire and the golden shamanic weapon, shouting something indiscriminately.

"Praise the Lord God! Cut off their hair! Offer up their souls!…"

Zuvalo shouted loudly and waved generously. One by one, the kingdom's warriors brought the prisoners of Shikabe forward. Then, the prisoners' hair was cut off by the priests' apprentices and thrown into the fire to be burned. Then, under the guidance of the apprentice, they repeated the prayer for refuge to the Lord God, sentence by sentence.

"Praise my god Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and omnipotent! I will dedicate my soul to the Lord God and fight for God from then on until I ascend to the kingdom of God after death..."

"Praise the Lord God! Drink the divine blood wine! Then bear the mark of flesh and blood!"

The kingdom's priests and apprentices have long been familiar with the process of the conversion ceremony. The prisoners were forced to drink the mysterious blood wine and then forced to their knees. Then, in their horrified eyes, the priests of the kingdom took out obsidian daggers and slowly carved them into their foreheads.

"No! No! This is to leave the mark of the devil! Take away our Shikabe's soul! I will never accept it!!..."

Faced with such a conversion ceremony that penetrated directly into the soul, several tribal shamans and apprentices hidden among the deer captives finally couldn't bear it anymore. They screamed and jumped out from among the women and children, their eyes filled with deep-seated hatred. Seeing these female shamans and apprentices jumping out, Zuvalo finally took a long breath, waved his cold hand, and gave an order indifferently.

"God bless you! Kill them! Drop their blood into the wine, and let these converted captives take a sip!..."

"Yes! The Lord God bless you!..."