Chapter 1297: Thirty Years' War, Japanese and Ainu
"O Lord God! According to His Majesty's divine revelation, as long as you cross the territory of the Jurchen Tribal Alliance, you can reach the 'Korean Tribal Alliance' and the 'Da Ming Han Tribal Alliance'... So, what is the 'Sauron Mountain' mentioned by the chief of the Hanmarsh Department? The Ta tribes should be the constituent tribes of the Jurchen Tribe Alliance? But why are these Jurchen tribes so chaotic?…"
Zuvalo frowned slightly and fell into deep thought for a long time. Naturally, he would not believe the words of Chief Hanmo. He must go to the West Sea Continent across the strait to conduct trade inspections in person. But at the same time, he also raised his vigilance to the highest level and suppressed the adventurous impulse that surged deep in his heart from time to time.
"What the Great Chief said is right! Go directly south, pass through the Shantao Coast who knows how far away, pass by an unknown number of Shantao tribes, and go straight to the 'Korean Tribal Alliance' to trade, and you don't know the other party's reaction... That's really... There is no return, it’s too risky! ...Although, he doesn’t seem to know the existence of the Korean tribe, and everything he said tonight clearly has another purpose..."
The Great Chief of Hanmarsh sat aside, sipping the fruit wine on hand. He looked flushed and drunk, but in fact he drank slowly and waited patiently. It wasn't until Zuvalo cleared his mind that he burped and asked with a smile.
"Zu! Is there anything else you want to know? I'll tell you everything I know, and it will be as clean as a tit on the top of your head!"
"cough!"
Hearing this metaphor, Zuwaro subconsciously raised his head and looked at the open ceiling of the tribal hall. There were no tits there, only an owl, the Ainu power symbolizing wisdom, perched. The cat hawk stared at him with wide eyes, and the Hanmarsh chief next to him also stared at him with wide eyes.
"The wise owl also represents cunning, which is different from the fox... Forget it, I may not be able to bypass him, so let's get straight to the point! Chief Hanmoor, I guess he is impatient to wait..."
Zuvalo lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and then asked with a smile.
"Numa! I remember you said before that on the Ainu Mohiri Island, in addition to the southernmost Kazuto, there are five powerful Ainu clans. From west to east, they are Hokuyu, Ishikari, Nishihara, Higashi The original tribes, plus the southernmost Uchiura tribes, are your neighbors, the Ishikari tribes who occupy the southern inland valley..."
"Yes! Zu, among the five Ainu clans, the Ishikari tribe is the most powerful and the most evil! They occupy the entire big island, except for the southernmost bay, the warmest and fertile 'wave current' River' (that is, from Asahikawa to Sapporo). Their tribes are very numerous. The total number of large and small tribes is probably 30,000 or 40,000, which is the largest among the five clans!
Hearing Zuvalo's inquiry, the chief of Hanmarsh perked up. He directly threw the wooden wine glass on the ground, dipped it in the turbid wine, and drew the general situation of Moshiri Island (Hokkaido).
"Ancestor! A long, long time ago, Kazuto had not invaded the island of Moshiri. On the island, five Ainu clans lived together, just like the five fingers on a hand. Although we have long and short sides, we are generally There is not much difference, and they can maintain balance and peace with each other, just like maple leaves floating on the water, no matter how they spin in circles, they will not tip over..."
"However, a hundred years ago, when Kazuto began to land on the island of Mausili, everything suddenly changed! On the warm coast in the southernmost part of the island, they slowly built villages and planted the seeds of protection. Mi Shenwei' was established. At the beginning, they acted very peacefully, not only trading with us for furs and sand gold, but also gave birth to two children. As time goes by, there are more and more people, and they are becoming more and more greedy! They are like greedy caterpillars, constantly eating the maple leaves of Maoxili Island, and encroaching northward day by day!
"They occupied our Ainu hunting grounds and territories and turned them into their own fields and villages. They sent out groups of warriors with spears and knives to drive away our hunters, and even began to demand tribute from the weaker tribes... They Their greed is becoming more and more uncontrollable, and they only want more possessions and possessions! The southernmost Uchiura tribes are also the tribes that have been most severely violated by the Japanese. After enduring for many years, they finally can no longer bear it. A war started against the Japanese!…”
"And that tragic war happened just thirty-six years ago, when I was seven or eight years old..."
Chief Hanmo squinted his eyes, as if thinking of some vicissitudes of life that he couldn't bear to look back on. Zuvalo listened with interest and urged eagerly.
"Numa! Then what? What was the war between the Ainu tribes and Kazuto like? How was Kazuto's army composed? How many of them had spears and how many archers were wearing them? How many soldiers are there? How many people are there in their army? How does it compare with yours?
"Ah! That tragic war against the Japanese!..."
The Great Chief of Hanmarsh sighed deeply and picked up the wine glass again. While drinking, he looked carefully at Zuvalo's concerned expression and listened to Zuvalo's curious urging.
After a while, he was sure that the other party knew nothing about him and had nothing to do with Kazuto. Come to think of it, those Kazuto people value gold more than their lives, so why would they give it away at will...
It was only then that the Hanmarsh chief showed a smile, shook his head and sighed.
"Ancestor! I was too young at that time! So, I didn't see the scene of that war. And I don't know much about the war with the Japanese... In fact, that war was not fought by the five Ainu clans against the Japanese. Instead, only the southernmost Uchiura clan, plus part of the Saihara clan, fought against the twelve Japanese tribes in the south! What about the twelve Japanese halls..."
"Ancestor, don't worry! The fighting in that war has long passed. The Japanese army at that time was completely different from the Japanese army now. In fact, the greatest strength of the Japanese is not the twelve halls they built on the southern coast, but across the strait..."
"In the war thirty-six years ago, the Ainu coalition forces of the Uchiura and Saihara clans almost broke through all the twelve halls. , and burned most of the Japanese camps! But soon, more Japanese tribal reinforcements came from the south of the strait, landing in the remaining Japanese strongholds, wielding sharp swords and spears..."
"Then, a terrible and brutal Japanese warrior personally led 600 elite warriors to raid and defeat the great chief of Uchiura, Hushemayin, and chopped off the heads of Hushemayin and his son! Then, he first reached a peace agreement with the more distant Nishihara tribes, and then gathered all the Japanese warriors to brutally massacre the nearby Uchiura tribes..."
"This brutal Japanese warrior, stepping on the heads of the Ainu people of the Uchiura tribes, step by step became the chief of the twelve Japanese tribes! From then on, he has been ruling the southern Japanese tribe for thirty years. He has lived for so long, and is still alive today! …”
“That Heren is a cruel chieftain! In the past thirty years, the Uchiura tribes, which once had more than 30,000 tribes and were once powerful, have completely declined to the bottom under his constant suppression and plunder! The Uchiura tribes lost half of their territory and lost most of their population. The remaining more than 10,000 people have almost completely become vassals of Heren, paying taxes and grain for them, and even handing over able-bodied men and women... The slightly farther Nishihara tribes have also been subjected to various overt and covert infringements, bowing their heads to pay tribute to Heren, and losing the courage of the Ainu people...”
“That Heren is even more of a cunning chieftain! In the past thirty years, he has expanded his territory in the south while provoking disputes among the Ainu clans in the north! It was under his instigation that the iron he transported With the support of the Ishikari tribes in the center of the island, the Ishikari tribes are becoming more and more prosperous, and they are constantly expanding to the Kitayu tribes in the west and the Nishihara tribes in the east, invading the territories and hunting grounds on which the tribes depend for survival! …”
“And the main target of the Ishikari tribe’s invasion is our Kitayu tribes! In the past 30 years, the west coast seashore and coastal territories we once occupied are now occupied by their Ishikari tribe, leaving only the last two capes! So many large and small Kitayu tribes have either been annexed by the Ishikari tribes or driven away by the Ishikari tribes, fleeing to the desolate Beidao and Qiandao! And today, of the thousands of people in the Kitayu tribe, only we in the northern cape and the Hanbin tribe in the western cape are left! …”
Speaking of this, Chief Hanzawa’s face flushed, and his expression seemed to be extremely angry! He grabbed Zuwaro’s hand, his voice was impassioned and full of convincing power.
"Ancestor! The tribe your wife came from, the Kitayu Beike tribe, was also invaded and expelled by the Ishikari tribe! And today, facing the threat of collusion between the Japanese and the Ishikari tribe, we, the only remaining Kitayu clans, have no choice but to stand together! And as long as we stand together, we will surely revive the former glory of the Kitayu tribe and restore the Ainu people's Mashiri Island!..."
"Ancestor! We are lost brother tribes, and we are the bloodline of the clans that have been inherited together! Witness the divine power of protection, the divine power of the sea and thunder!... At this moment, let us swear an oath of blood, let the Kanuma tribe that I represent, and the Chishima tribe that you represent, form an unbreakable alliance, and fight against evil side by side!..."
"Ah!..."
After six days of preparation, the sharpest and most heart-piercing Ainu short sword, "makiri" was finally revealed on the last night. Facing the invitation to form an alliance proposed by Chief Han Numa, the exploration captain Zuwaro seemed to have drunk too much. His head was buzzing and his thoughts were a little confused.
"Lord God!...'Brothers form an alliance and return to Jiao people'...This should have been what I wanted to say and what I wanted to do. Why was it proposed by this Ainu chief first? How should I respond to Chief Han Numa's request? How should I choose between the parties on the Great Island of Maoxili?"
Zuwaro felt a little confused, and the aftereffects of the wine were really a bit strong. He tried to sort out the situation while delaying time, shaking his head and saying repeatedly.
"Wait, wait! Numa, let me think about it, think about it!..."
"Zu! What else do you have to think about? With the heritage of your Beiyu tribe, can you still form an alliance with the Ishikari tribe? What can the Ishikari tribe give you? They are only full of greed!... And what about the Japanese people in the south? They are more greedy and ten times more cunning than the Ishikari tribe! They are not trustworthy or reliable at all!..."
"Wait! Numa... You haven't finished talking just now... Oh, right! What is the name of the cruel and cunning old chief who ruled the Japanese tribe for thirty years?"
"Ha! His name? In the Ainu people's mouth, he is called'the evil eagle in the south'! As for his damn Japanese name... It seems to be'the honest, vast and strong land'... Oh! It's'Takeda Nobuhiro'!..."