Chapter 480: Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, the Sri Lankans Attack!

The third day after landing on Shantori Island was still peaceful. Seabirds spread their wings in the blue sky, and whales floated in the light blue waves. There are boar deer jumping in the brown island, and desert tortoises crawling on the edge. This is a tranquil natural sanctuary with the singing and tranquility of all things.

For hundreds of years, Sri people have regarded Shanniao Island as their ancestral home, but they have never built a village and left behind no large buildings. Perhaps this is also related to the lack of water on the island and the year-round drought.

Chihuaco, the old militiaman, led the fleet from south to north and circled half of Yamatori Island. Mecat once again determined that the length of the big island was about a hundred miles and the width was about sixty miles.

In just one day's journey, giant fishes in the sea continued to appear. They sprayed water and screamed beside the fleet, curiously looking at the longships they had never seen before. The crew members were shocked and prayed to the Lord God one after another. Then they knelt down on the bow of the ship to show their respect as mortals to the giant spirits in the sea.

"Ah, so many sea monsters! Could it be that Shantori Island is the end of the world?"

Chihuaco was a little surprised. He had never seen so many seabirds, nor so many giant fish. In fact, there are one-third of the world's species of whales and more than 800 kinds of marine fish in the waters near Tiburon Island. There are more than 500 species of animals on the island, most of which are birds. This is an inaccessible and desolate land, and it is also a paradise for thousands of animals.

The fleet circled to the northeast of the big island, landed again for exploration, and set up sentinels on the nearby mountains. Looking from the mountain, the shallow strait is right in front of you. The narrowest point is only eight or nine hundred meters, and you can easily swim across it. Across the strait, you can clearly see the eastern continent. The vast Gobi is dotted with sparse green, and gradually turns into desert to the north.

It was a peaceful day, nothing happened. On the afternoon of the fourth day, the sentinel on the mountain finally blew the warning conch horn again.

"Didi! Didi! Di!"

The conch floated far away, and the expedition fleet immediately mobilized. The warriors put on their armor, put up their shields, and took out their prepared spears, bows and arrows. When the sentinel rushed down from the mountain, there were already more than a hundred Kingdom soldiers ready to fight in front of them. He took several breaths before anxiously reporting back.

"The Sri people are coming. They are coming!"

"How many people are there? One hundred or two hundred?"

Huitu Puap held down the dagger at his waist and asked menacingly.

"At least five hundred! A large swarm of swarms came from the other side of the strait. I'm afraid there are more behind!"

"What! So many?"

The gray earth warrior suddenly lost his color. He whispered in disbelief.

"The tribes in the desert can only feed a few thousand people at most, so how can there be so many warriors?"

"There must be more than one tribe. I'm afraid, this island has a very special meaning to the Sri people!"

Chihuaco shook his head and analyzed calmly. Then, with a wave of his hand, he made a decision.

"Let's evacuate! Everyone get on board!"

"Um"

Puap lowered his head slightly and released his hand from the dagger. The aggressive Gray Earth Warrior took the lead and ran towards the ship without saying anything.

Within two quarters of an hour, everyone boarded the fleet. A few more quarters of an hour later, the leading scout of the Sri people appeared on the nearby hilltop. They still had water stains on their bodies and looked towards the direction of the fleet. Then, an old hunter blew a strange stone xun, and the desolate low whistle floated far away in the sea and sky. After a while, more and more Sri warriors appeared on the hilltop and ran to the seaside close to the fleet. Hundreds of people waved short spears and roared at the three large ships.

Across the sea more than a hundred steps away, Chihuaco looked carefully at the Sri tribal warriors. Most of them are bare-chested, have long hair, hold short spears, and carry spears or hunting bows on their backs. A few elite warriors will be tattooed with snake-like patterns on their bodies. Some figures who look like leaders will wear feathered straw hats. A few leaders even wore cotton armor with jingling stones attached to them, and they were loudly commanding the surrounding tribal warriors.

"Yeah. For hunting or fishing, you don't know how to forge. Weapons made of stone, simple hunting bows. Lack of cloth, pottery, etc., and no gold and silver accessories. It's so poor and fierce!"

Chihuaco watched and analyzed, gradually sketching out the image of the Sri people.

Puap looked at the shore for a moment. Those with feathers and cotton armor must be chiefs or leaders with high status in the tribe. He estimated the distance to the opposite side, then looked at the Sri's short hunting bow, with a hint of ruthlessness on his face.

"Old man Qi, we can row the boat closer! At a distance of about sixty steps, the Sri people can't shoot us at all, but we can shoot them. Then, let a dozen long archers who are good at shooting aim at each other, Let's do it together and kill a few heads! The warriors of the tribe usually need to be commanded by the leader. As long as the leader is killed, the Sri people will definitely be in chaos. If I lead the warriors to kill them, I will definitely kill them. A river, scurrying like a turkey!"

"Ah? Lao Pu. You, you are really a killer!"

Chihuaco scratched his head and held it in for a while before spitting out a suitable word.

In terms of pure combat, Puap's idea is correct. Relying on long-range advantages, surprisingly difficult surprise beheadings can plunge the enemy into chaos. Then, the well-equipped warriors seized the opportunity and launched a fierce charge to defeat the chaotic enemy. This method of warfare is very simple and effective for unorganized tribal armies, and has proven successful time and time again.

"But, Lao Pu. Think about it, do the Sri people have to be our enemies? What's the point of killing them and killing many warriors? The warriors will definitely suffer unnecessary casualties. I think, There should be any misunderstanding between us and them. It is best to find someone to talk to and resolve the misunderstanding between the two parties, rather than letting the misunderstanding turn into an irresolvable blood feud."

More than four hundred tribal warriors have gathered at the seaside. At some point, several feathered leaders lit up the fire and danced a war dance, making the stones on their bodies jingle. Then, hundreds of tribal warriors danced war dances and sang in unison toward the seaside!

".tazo,coocj,capxatazo,cook,capxa.hante,tintica,ntaho!.quihya tafp?quihya tafp?.comcáac,pac,yoozcam.comcáac,pac .tintica,hant,iquii,miin! .itác,quii!”

"Uh what?"

Chihuaco listened carefully for a while, completely confused. He pulled his hair and asked the mountain bird next to him.

"What are they doing? Why did they suddenly start singing?"

"Captain, uh, this is the way the Sri people demonstrate to the enemy. They dance war dances and sing war songs, just to prepare for a fight to the death with the enemy."

Shanniao pursed his lips, with a hint of worry in his eyes. In all his life, he has never experienced a large-scale tribal war. The people of Sri Lanka are not afraid of death, and the number of people in the fleet is a disadvantage.

"Ah?! Why are you suddenly going to fight to the death? What do the Sri people think?"

Chihuaco shook his head and sighed. The expedition team got on the boat, but there was nothing to be afraid of. It's just the extreme attitude of Sri people that makes people a little confused and worried. He thought for a moment and asked again.

"Shanniao, what did they sing?"

"Well, I listen carefully. One, two, three big ships are leaving our ancestral land! Who is coming? The uninvited guests are coming. They must go to other places! Kill them until they are killed!" "

Shanniao stammered as he translated, his face getting paler.

"Um"

Chihuaco was silent. The Sris showed utter hostility. He originally thought of sending an envoy to send some gifts as a sign of goodwill. Looking at this situation, if you send the messenger there, you will be sending fresh meat to the coyote's mouth, and there will definitely be no return.

"Captain! The enemy's fleet is coming!"

Before the Sri people finished singing their war song, on the other side of the sea, a large number of small boats were rowing towards this side like arrows.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

Chihuaco immediately threw away all thoughts and shouted sharply.

"The warriors picked up their longbows and raised their shields on the side of the ship! The oarsmen were in position, ready for a collision!"

The combat method of large galleys is somewhat similar to that of large canoes. Either they shoot with bows and arrows within a few dozen steps, or they stick together and fight each other, or they speed up and collide suddenly. In sea battles, the number and bravery of warriors are no longer the key to victory. Instead, it is the performance and size of the vessel.

A big ship is better than a small one, a big gun is better than a small gun, many ships are better than few ships, and many guns are better than few guns. The four are arranged in order, with the big ship as the first element.

A quarter of an hour later, the Sri Lankan fleet had arrived within a few hundred steps. The sun shone on the sea. Puap squinted his eyes and took a good look for a while before laughing loudly.

"Haha! They are all small canoes with only five or six people! Although there are fifty or sixty boats, they are just some scurrying fire ants. Our big boat is a strong giant anteater, and it can take these palm-sized canoes. Shoot the boats to death one by one!"

Then, the gray earth warrior licked his mouth and held down the bronze dagger again.

"Old man Qi, don't hesitate, give the order! The fleet approaches, shoots two rounds of arrows first, and then rushes directly! Use the bronze horn of our bow to smash their boat to pieces!"

"Um!"

Chihuaco nodded. The enemy will arrive in an instant, and they will fight with their lives, but they will not be able to spare any effort. He no longer hesitated, suppressed all thoughts for the time being, and shouted sternly.

"Wave the red flag! Order all ships to stay level. Get close to the enemy fleet, shoot two rounds, and then launch a charge! Praise the Lord God, this battle will be won!"

"Praise the Lord God, this battle will be won!"

The sailors shouted in unison and started rowing. The warriors stood on the bow of the ship, erecting their shields and setting up their long bows. The fleets of both sides were getting closer and closer, but within a few seconds of drinking a glass of water, they were within a hundred steps.

The Sri people rowed boats, waved short spears, and howled wildly. The kingdom's fleet moved forward steadily, and the warriors grasped their longbows and fought silently. In the blue sky, seabirds stared down and screamed. A large group of Twolegs are about to fight each other, and the light blue sea will be painted bright red!

Note: The Seri language in these two chapters is referenced from the Aboriginal Languages ​​Network, native-languages.org/seri.htm. and the document "A World Revealed by Language: A New Seri Dictionary and Unapologetic Speculations on Seri Indian Deep History". Interested book friends can check it out for themselves. These lost cultures are quite interesting.