Chapter 1226 God’s Chosen Pioneer, the Boy of the Volcano

"Witness the Lord God! Rest for an hour, and let the warrior eat pancakes. Don't get separated, and don't enter the house!"

The hoarse shout was like the roar of a tiger, which made all the warriors, militiamen and tribesmen tremble in their hearts. Luo Toulei, a first-class military aristocrat and warrior captain, narrowed his eyes and gave orders coldly. He tilted his intact right ear, looked at the "simple" banner tribesmen with a dangerous look, and roared hoarsely.

"Who among you is the leader?..."

"Ah! Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty! I am the leader of the flag team, Luo Tongaxe..."

"Praise Your Majesty!! Your surname is Luo? Are you from the Guards Corps?..."

"No, I'm not. I didn't choose the Imperial Guard... I followed the Black Wolf Leader and fought in the Tlaxcala Eastern Expedition!"

"Louder! I can't hear you! ... Oh, it turns out he's a veteran of the Eastern Expedition, and he was assigned here."

Upon hearing these words, the warrior captain Luo Toulei calmed down slightly and nodded slowly. His eyes were a little cloudy, with some ferocity and fanaticism like a beast. He only had his right ear intact, half of his left ear was missing, and there was a large, hideous burn scar on his left face. And if you look carefully, you can see that he is holding the copper ax tightly with his right hand, and there are only three fingers in his left hand. Just standing there, there is a fierce smell crawling out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Two steps away, the leader of the flag team, Luo Tongaxe, took a sip and his expression became serious. He bowed his head respectfully, saluted the warrior captain, and then asked softly.

"God bless you! Are you... an elite warrior of the Guards Corps?..."

"Well! I am His Majesty's Imperial Guard, from the Throwing Pioneer Battalion! I will lead the team on this trip to transport white ash!"

The voice of the samurai captain Luo Toulei was so loud that every sentence sounded like a roar. He could hear only with one ear, and the other ear was deafened when he was attacking the Totonac tribes and throwing "magic spheres" to attack the city. Half of his ear and two fingers were missing, and they were also burned. Half the face.

The priest responsible for the treatment said that he was very lucky. Not only did he save his life from the pile of corpses in the siege, he survived the fever, and he was still missing his arms and legs. As for missing two fingers, it doesn't matter, I can still continue to fight in the legion! ...But the priest said a lot, and when it fell on his ears, it was as small as a mosquito's chirp. This was troublesome. He was half-deaf and couldn't hear military orders. Naturally, he could no longer stay in the Guards.

Fortunately, the army defeated the city, and there were battle achievements and rewards distributed. Atta, the commander of the throwing battalion, reported his first military exploits and was promoted to a first-class military noble, which completely broke the difficult threshold for warriors to become nobles! He was then knighted for military merit and enfeoffed around Apa County. Not only did he have 800 acres of land and 40 serfs, he also married five or six wives, recruited dozens of relatives and tribesmen who defected, and finally served as the town's security warrior captain.

In this desperate fight, from joining the Kingdom during the Southern Expedition, serving as the vanguard battalion of Marshal Black Wolf during the Eastern Expedition to Tlaxcala, to narrowly escaping death, he was selected into the Guards Corps and promoted to a senior warrior. Then risk your life to charge, throw "thunder" first, and finally become a military noble! ...In the past seven or eight years, he has fought in mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and battles. He has killed countless enemies and countless comrades. He has finally received an astonishing reward. It is time to spend his old age in peace. Already…

But when he dreams at night, he always dreams about the fighting and shouting of the Eastern Expedition, and the throwing and thundering again and again! He was like a ferocious beast trapped in a broken body. The imprint of the past was too deep. He could not forget the taste of blood and fire, and could never let go.

"O Lord God! You are actually the divinely chosen vanguard of the Throwing Vanguard Battalion?! Ah, you are also a battle warrior who has been promoted to military nobility!!..."

Upon hearing the identity of the warrior captain, flag captain Luo Tongaxu was surprised and bowed his head again in salute. At this moment, a deep awe appeared on his face. This was the awe of the warriors in battle, and also the respect for the promotion to the top of the warrior road!

These thunder-throwing guard vanguards are almost the most fanatical, pious, brave and fearless elite warriors in the entire Lake Kingdom. They are called the "Divine Chosen Pioneers" in awe by both the enemy and us!

These pioneers must go through rigorous screening and have extremely strong physical fitness. They can run hundreds of meters with a smoking "magic ball", climb ladders despite arrows and stones, and then use the "thunder ball" that is about to explode. "Throw it accurately into the crowd at the top of the city, causing the most horrific explosion casualties!

There is no doubt that among all the regiments in the kingdom, the throwing vanguard battalion is the fastest promoted battalion and also the battalion with the highest casualty rate. And as long as you can survive the siege, you will most likely be promoted to a noble, completely changing your destiny and class!

"Well! God bless you!..."

The warrior captain Luo Toulei nodded, with a scary smile on his hideous and burned face. He turned around, pointed first at the hundreds of militiamen, and then at the merchants from the Department Store who were following behind him, and gave brief and powerful instructions.

"These militiamen, the ash carriers, will give you some grains to eat. If I don't eat you for free, I will give you two axes! ... Those sellers have said hello and will not lower the prices too much. Don't rob them either! ..."

"Yes! It's all up to you!..."

Faced with such an iron-blooded veteran who could fight and kill, the flag captain Luo Tongaxu agreed, and the entire flag team had no objections. He immediately ordered Luo Bing to get some grains and asked respectfully.

"Captain, would you like to go into the village and have some hot food? There is also some deer fat in the village, just in time to fry some sweet bugs..."

"No! Bring some firewood and we'll eat outside. I won't eat the food of the mountain flag team. I won't take advantage of you! It's not safe either!"

Hearing this straightforward answer, Luo Tongaxe was startled and silently touched his nose. The methods of some tribal flag teams, especially those of the canine descendants from the wilderness, are indeed too flexible. But their flag team doesn’t. They Tekos people are all straightforward and honest men! If they can steal it directly, they will never steal it through detours, let alone drugging...

"One hour! You sell goods! When the time is up, the team will leave!..."

The warrior captain Luo Toulei didn't pay much attention. He turned around and yelled two more instructions to the salesmen and traders following him, which received a lot of compliments. But he ignored it and went straight to the samurai team and started to light a fire and bake cakes.

These tortillas are all brought from the city. Although they don’t taste very good, they can fill you up and make you hungry. The most important thing is that there will be no problems...

Yes, this team of warriors transporting white ash came from Apa City. They had walked nearly three hundred miles to the area around Hand Snake City. And they will continue to walk west for three hundred miles until they reach the Fire River City of the Colima tribes. The ash yard there is filled with white ash, and then the white ash is transported back to Apa City.

This round trip is one thousand two hundred miles, and it takes almost a month to walk. It is indeed a hard work! The mountain flag team tribes along the way are all poor and unruly, and some are too "simple" and have no profit at all. They may be injured by sneak attacks.

As for such a hard and boring job, as the samurai captain leading the team, Luo Toulei wanted to appease the samurai in the team and distribute decent benefits to his subordinates, so he had to find a way from the merchants in the city.

After some negotiations, the warriors provided security protection for transactions in the mountains and allowed the traders to follow behind and trade mountain goods with the flag troops along the way. The traders must provide returns and provide a sufficient batch of goods from the profits of trade to repay the protecting warriors. In this way, the transportation team that goes into the mountains to transport ash becomes an actual caravan in the mountains. Whether it was the warrior battalion commander in Apa City, the chief priest of the temple, or the priests of each flag team, they all acquiesced in the emergence of this mountain product trade. after all…

"The Lord God testifies! Transporting white ash into the mountains is hard work. If you follow me, you are my brothers. I will not treat you badly!..."

The warrior captain Luo Toulei was eating the cake, his voice still as loud as thunder. The so-called white ash is the "volcanic ash" that is a specialty of the Colima Mountains. Since the discovery that this kind of volcanic ash can be used as natural building cement, almost the entire kingdom's nobles and priests are in urgent need of this easy-to-shape, waterproof and strong, white and beautiful building material, and are willing to pay for it. buy!

Whether it is the palaces of nobles, the temples of priests, or the manors of warrior families outside the city, or even building roads and dams in dangerous areas, this "god-given white ash that can turn into stone" is used! There are huge reserves of this kind of white ash around the Colima volcano. The kingdom cooperated with the Colima tribes to discover and establish several volcanic ash fields, and the excavated white ash piled up into mountains. As long as the white ash can be transported out, it will be real wealth! As for the only restriction on all this, it is the long mountain transportation road...

"God bless you! It's almost time, it's time to hit the road!..."

"The leader of the team has an order, get ready to leave! Be smart and let the vendors be smart! Those who can't keep up can stay with the mountain tribes..."

"Ah! Hurry up! Close the stall, close the stall... The samurai gentlemen are leaving, follow them!..."

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!..."

Soon, the spring breeze came around the mountains, and the crisp bells rang again. The strict warriors, the noisy militia, the traders who followed closely, and the simple tribal flag team who followed behind, reluctant to say goodbye, trying to retain the salesman... all followed the ringing of the bell to the west, and gradually disappeared into the rolling mountains and forests.

This gray-yellow three-level dirt road continues to the west until the towering and smoking Colima volcano appears in the horizon in the distance, and then it turns into a white three-level stone road. These stone paths branch out into several paths, leading to the ash fields under the volcano, as well as the increasingly prosperous city of Colima and the City of Fire River.

In the warm spring day, the old chief Colima sat on a high chariot and headed for the volcanic hot springs outside the city, escorted by hundreds of warriors and personal followers. This early spring season is the most suitable to go to the hot springs to recuperate, which has been his practice for many years.

Only this time, it was very different, and everyone knew it was different. With a loving smile on his old face, Chief Colima stretched out his hand to hold a two-year-old boy beside him. This sturdy boy with a tiger-like head and a thick brain was looking down curiously at the entourage who was carrying him with his round eyes. And his identity is none other than the third son of Shulot, the undisputed and confirmed successor of the more than 200,000 Colima tribe, Xiu Huton Tepetel, Xiu Yanshan!