Chapter 1514 What Is That? ! In Brazil

Chapter 1514 What is that? ! In Brazil…

February 1495, 6 degrees south latitude, Rio Potengi, Brazil.

The Potengi River in the early morning, glittering in the golden sunlight, slowly flows towards the vast Atlantic Ocean. This large river in northeastern Brazil stretches more than 400 miles from west to east and has many tributaries. Along the river are dense mangroves and a variety of tropical birds. And this 400-mile dense forest is also a rare fertile impact plain between the arid and barren northern Brazilian plateau and the stormy and dangerous Atlantic Ocean.

The river brings vitality, and the fertile forest feeds prey and the local Tupi tribe. The Tupi village is quietly hidden in the dense forest, not far from the river. Thatched round long houses (malocas) are scattered among the villages, most of which are small-scale with dozens to hundreds of people. Thick smoke rose from the bonfire and drifted between the treetops, like an indicator that could be seen from afar. The Tupi tribesmen, shirtless and wearing grass skirts, paddled canoes across the river, busy fishing. The small fields outside the village were planted with the most common cassava, corn and sweet potatoes, which are also important crops throughout South America.

"Ygapó ará ybype, heta abá o. A tapir, a group of tribes appeared on the land east of the river!"

"East? A group of tribes appeared on the seashore?..."

"Yes! I saw it from a distance, it was very strange, very strange!..."

"Ah? Strange?..."

"Well! They are 'karaí', 'a group of mysterious outsiders'! Their faces seem very white, their boats seem very big, and their voices are also very loud! 'Boom, boom!', like thunder!..."

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The Tupi hunter tapir blinked his eyes, his simple face full of curiosity. As an aboriginal of the Brazilian rainforest, he has copper-brown skin, high cheekbones, and a very flat and wide nose bridge. This is also a common feature of tropical aborigines.

His hair is black, very short and straight, and his eyes are also black, very small and bright. He also has a strong bare chest, engraved with black and red patterns... Oh, that is the tattoo of ebony juice, from the neck to the chest, with an abstract tapir and several abstract birds drawn, representing his identity as a senior hunter.

"A tapir! Where are you going?..."

"Sweet potato skin, I'm going to the east to take a look... Take a look at those foreign karai from a distance!..."

"..."

The hunter A tapir put on a toucan feather headdress, a spiritual tooth amulet, and a long straw belt. In the belt of this tribal hunter, there are dry cassava flour, blow arrows, knives, ropes, and some small tools for survival in the wild.

He carried a blowpipe and ten blow darts, all without poison. The spear in his hand was the source of his courage, even when facing the most powerful jaguar in the jungle! …Well, the jaguar was still too difficult, and he was not sure to find this most dangerous predator. And once he was discovered by the other party first, even his naked and brave tribal totem could not protect him from the jaguar's claws. What? You said armor? What is armor? …

"Araka ygapó ará, follow the river eastward...Té upé guaíba, until the end of the sea..."

The hunter A tapir walked briskly along the Potongi River, all the way east. He walked during the day, passing through the dense mangroves. At night, he climbed trees and spent a safe night on the tall redwoods. The gathering and hunting along the way provided him with fresh food.

This is his home, the land where the Tupi people have lived for thousands of years. He is familiar with this rainforest, the rivers here, and every tribe he has seen. As long as he saw the tattoos of those tribes, he could understand everything. That was the "language" of the Tupi tribes, the kind written on their bodies...

"Huh! This salty taste... We are finally here, we are going to the seaside!..."

The fresh sea breeze brought a salty and humid breath, the Potongi River became wider, and even the trees began to become sparse. When the hunter A-tapir finally walked out of the woods and came to the wide coast, he suddenly opened his eyes wide!

"Icuru upé?... What is that?!..."

Three very big ships were docked in the harbor at the mouth of the river. And next to the harbor, a circle of simple wooden fences had appeared, enclosing a large camp. In the center of the camp, there was a stone pillar and two strange wooden frames, forming an inexplicable "cross". And scattered in the camp, there were eighty or ninety wooden houses, some of which seemed to be half-built, and some had been built.

At the moment, many red and yellow logs were piled up on the other side of the camp, forming a woodpile. A group of white-skinned tribesmen wearing strange clothes were busy in front of the woodpile, swinging their shining axes and chopping non-stop...

"They are the outsiders Karai? The ancient forest! They cut down many, many trees!... What are they holding in their hands?... Ah! Did they see me?!..."

At this moment, at the mouth of the Potongi River in Brazil, a simple hunter from the Tupi tribe met the Portuguese colonial fleet for the first time. He didn't know that this seaside land inherited by the Tupi tribe had already erected a "stone pillar" symbolizing the Portuguese occupation and the "cross" of the Lord! And this newly established colonial exploration camp was also given a "sacred" name by the Portuguese, Natal, which means "Christmas Port", commemorating the birth of the Son of God Jesus!

"Lord! Look there! There is a brown-skinned and black-haired native!"

"He has a bow and a spear! He is an enemy!"

"Quick, light the fire! Shoot him with a matchlock!..."

"Bless the Lord! Aim! Fire!"

The hunter A-tup widened his eyes in surprise, looking at the strange Karai outsider, pointing at him and shouting, as if he had found some dangerous prey. Then, at a distance of dozens of steps, several outsiders raised the black "blowpipes"? Aim at his position...

"Ah?!..."

The hunter A-tsuba instantly felt a strong threat, a more terrible danger than the jaguar! He turned around immediately and was about to flee into the dense jungle. However, the terrible thunder suddenly sounded, pouring from his ears into his heart, making him tremble all over, his knees weak, and he fell to the ground with a "thump"!

"Bang! Bang!..."

"The native fell, catch him!..."

"Kill him!..."

"No! Don't do it! God bless you, put away your scimitars!..."

The vicious sailors held scimitars, grinned hideously, and pounced on the fallen hunter A-tsuba. However, a priest wearing a black robe and a silver cross had heard the sound of the matchlock gun and hurried out of the largest wooden house. He shouted loudly and stopped all the sailors until he came to the trembling A-tsuba who fell to the ground. Then, he squatted down, stared at A-tsuba's frightened eyes, and drew a pious cross.

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"Louvado seja Deus! May the Lord be praised!..."

"Ah, I have already received the revelation of the Lord! This is the first believer He sent to this new continent of endless forests..."

"Put away your scimitars, put away your knives!"

The priest's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the Portuguese sailors around him. As the manager of the Natal Port camp and the only official priest in the fleet, his status was unquestionable, only below the fleet commander Bruno!

"Yes! Listen to you, Father Faria!"

The sailors looked at each other, hesitated for a few breaths, and then obediently put away their scimitars. It was not until this time that Father Faria showed a kind smile, stretched out his calloused hand to the uneasy hunter A-tap, and drew a cross on his face.

"Blessed by God! He guided us to meet and gave us the gospel of enlightenment!..."

"Come! Almas Perdidas, lost soul! Come with me to the wooden house in the camp... I will provide you with a good dinner and a clean bed..."

"Deusé grande! I will give you guidance, the guidance of God! Simple jungle savage, poor lost lamb!..."

Hunter A-tsubo looked confused, not knowing what this white-skinned Karai in black robe was talking about. But he knew very well that among this group of Karai, this "headman" in black robe showed the only kindness. He trembled and looked at the ferocious faces of the sailors, the sheathed scimitars, and the "blowpipe" that could release thunder... Perhaps, he did not have the opportunity to choose.

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After a moment of hesitation, hunter A-tsubo finally reached out his hand, trembling, and pinched Father Faria's sleeve. The priest's face suddenly smiled, like the Lord's merciful smile, or like the shadow behind the sea, smiling and sweeping over.

"Good boy! Come, follow me!..."

"Come!!..."