Chapter 591 The End of the Journey, the Last Pea

The night was long, with layers of clouds, no lights, and no stars or moon. The Mixtec harassment started from the north of the river bank and emerged from the west of the camp. Wave after wave of fighting took place in the dark. At first, there was the sound of the wind from shooting arrows, then the sound of running footsteps, followed by the shouts of fighting, the wailing of the wounded, the groans of the dying, and the sound of "plop" struggling into the water.

Chihuaco and Puapu boarded the longboat, looking at the indistinguishable distance and listening to the sounds coming from the wind. The two clenched their weapons, gathered the members of the expedition team, and waited patiently on the boat. In a fight like this at night, more people may not be a good thing.

"Well, it seems that the other side doesn't have many people."

Chihuaco raised his palm, put it on his ear, frowned and listened for a long time.

"As long as the camp on the shore is not in chaos, such a night attack will not cause many casualties."

"Kill! May the rain god bless you!"

"Ah! Supreme Cloud Snake!"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of rapid shouts and killing suddenly broke out at the camp of the Tlaxcala prisoners. Then, in less than half a quarter of an hour, the sporadic and rapid shouts and killing turned into waves of panicked exclamations.

The young men of the Tlaxcala people waved stone spears randomly, running chaotically between the darkness and the campfire, and even colliding with each other. Then, the screams of the wounded, high and low, sounded continuously, like the calls of wounded and desperate wild deer, all the way to the river.

". The camp of the young men is in chaos. An enemy has entered."

Pu'apu's eyelids twitched. He wanted to reach out and cover the mouth of the old militiaman tightly.

"I say, old man! Can you shut up your stinky mouth kissed by the doomsday salamander?!"

In traditional mythology, the incarnation of the god of death, Shulotel, is a black dog with a red tongue. However, He also transformed into a salamander to escape the sacrifice of the sun. The salamander foreshadowed the death of the gods and was also called the Doom (ynixquichcauitl tlamiz cemanavac, i.e. doom).

"Huh? Doom salamander? Puapu, you are just saying bad things about His Majesty. His Majesty loves the princess."

The night raid, fighting and chaos lasted all night. Shouts and howls, like frogs in the rain forest, constantly confused people. Fortunately, the team of Purépecha warriors never got into chaos.

Battalion Commander Pimon led a large group of warriors, fighting with the elite Mixtecs who attacked at night, while suppressing the fleeing Tlaxcalandin warriors. It was not until the morning light lit up the sky and the enemies who attacked at night withdrew that the long-lost silence fell on the river bank.

The sky gradually brightened, and Battalion Commander Pimon pursed his lips and climbed the hill on the shore. He looked around the messy camp, at the bodies of the young men lying on the river bank, and at the Tlaxcala captives who had fled in all directions, and his chest was burning with anger.

"Damn it! It's just eight hundred stupid turkeys! Go, eagles of Purépecha, catch all these running turkeys for me!"

Two hours later, the "turkeys" returned to the camp on the shore again. However, there were only more than 600 left. The rest were either dead or escaped. Battalion commander Pimon stood for a long time under the trembling eyes of the young men with a gloomy face. He clenched the bronze spear several times, and the cold words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

"The courage of these turkeys has been scared. If a few more are killed, I'm afraid they will collapse at the touch of a button. Damn it! It's better not to bring teammates like turkeys when marching and fighting!"

However, the "turkeys" are also useful. When the morning sun rose into the sky, hundreds of young men, with low morale, dragged the long boats on the riverside and walked into the northwest tributary. In order to speed up, the two hundred sailors of the expedition team also joined the team to pull the boats. As for the remaining hundreds of warriors, they were wearing armor and holding weapons, fully equipped, and alert to the other side of the long river.

On the other side of the long river, Yunshi Kawa's face showed a complacent smile. He still carried the feather bundle on his back and led hundreds of tribal warriors to look across the river.

"Haha! It turned out to be two hundred eagles, two hundred tigers, and eight hundred grass mice!"

"That's right, the leader is right."

Ear Qiao came forward. He was still covered in blood, and his face was shining with excitement.

"I led the hunters to harass all night. The armored warriors were not easy to fight, and the archers were not easy to fight. Only those militiamen with spears rushed twice and collapsed!"

At this point, Qiao paused and grinned.

"Chief, will the hunters go tonight?"

"Of course!"

Yunshi Kava touched his chin and raised the corner of his mouth.

"Facing the tiger people in the north, many tribal elders in the city are very scared! If we can defeat this team and capture the sacred ship, my reputation among the tribes in the lowlands will be so high! Hahaha!"

The excited laughter echoed by the long river, reminding people of the proud mountain cat. When the night fell, another dark night came, and the night attack team encountered trouble.

"Huh? Where did those young men with stone spears go?"

Ear Qiao looked puzzled. He looked at the heavily guarded warrior camp on the river bank, but could no longer find any trace of the "grass rats".

"It seems? In the boat?"

Another senior hunter, Soi, squinted his eyes and looked at the dense figures on the boat two hundred steps away in the faint moonlight.

"There are a lot of people on the big ship. There are militiamen with spears and archers with bows."

".Damn it!"

Erduo Qiao frowned and cursed angrily.

"Sooner or later, the rain god will send down heavy rain, triggering mountain torrents and sinking them all to the bottom of the river!"

"Otherwise, let's try again, attack the warriors on the shore, and then sneak onto the boat?"

"."

Ear Joao hesitated for a long time before nodding his head.

"Then try again!"

It turns out that without the burden of the "grass rats", the eagles of Prepecha are difficult to deal with. When the sun rose, the "mountain cats" who attacked at night left more than 30 corpses, and the warriors on the opposite side suffered more than a dozen casualties. In the entire tribe, there are very few hunters who are well-nourished, strong, able to see and fight at night, and they can't withstand such consumption at all.

".What is this thick and solid skin made of?"

On the river bank, Yunshi Kawa looked solemn. In his hand, he held a pair of broken bronze cloth armor, turning it over and over, and touching it for a long time. There were more than ten puncture marks on the front of this cloth armor. But these stabs only pierced the cloth, not the hard plate inside. On the whole set of armor, there was only a fatal gap on the weak side and back.

".We took advantage of the night to surround a team. As a result, six elite hunters were killed in a row, and we killed the armored team leader before the enemy reinforcement team arrived."

Joao pursed his lips, with grief and anger on his face.

"Soi stabbed the opponent three times in a row! As a result, the enemy ignored him and chopped him to death with an axe!. Leader, let me take more warriors to avenge Soi!"

".Supreme Rain God!"

Yun Shikawa looked across the river and counted in his heart. There were more than 40 eagle warriors wearing armor. And the current location has been deep in the northwest upper reaches, and it is only a day's journey away from the outpost Linshui Village occupied by the tiger people. He pursed his lips, was silent for a long time, and then sighed softly.

"Let's retreat! Go back to Yeguo City!"

One day later, the expedition fleet arrived at Linshui Village along the long river. This is a Tlaxcala village, which has been abandoned and is now occupied by the Southern Legion as an outpost of the mountain pass fortress group.

The small village was built on the high ground by the river, surrounded by a circle of newly built fences. A battalion of 200 Mexica warriors was stationed here, and there were twice as many garrison militia.

The expedition team rested in Linshui Village for a day, replenished some water, and continued to set off. Here, the tributary of the Dashui River became a small river. The water depth of the small river is only three meters, but it is enough for boats. And along the river, continue upstream, first go north for 50 miles, then turn northeast for 30 miles, and you will arrive at the important town for the food transportation of the Southern Legion, a mountain fortress group stationed with thousands of legions.

At this point, the terrain becomes flat and the water flow slows down. The fleet does not need to pull the boat, and can already sail upstream. Battalion Commander Pimon said goodbye to Chihuaco and the others here.

"God bless you! Captains, from here, follow the river and go northeast for eighty or ninety miles, and you will reach the Shuigucheng camp where His Majesty is! I have to return to Babai Town as soon as possible, so we will say goodbye here. May the eagle of Purepcha fly high in the western sky!"

"Haha! The eagle spreads its wings, not only flying in the west, but also flying to the east and south!"

Pu'apu laughed, clenched his fists, and patted his chest hard.

"When I meet Your Majesty, I will definitely tell you about your loyalty and bravery in front of the king!"

"Okay, thank you very much! May the Lord bless us!"

"May the Lord bless us and the kingdom!"

The three of them prayed together and said goodbye. The long boat continued to move forward, traveling twenty miles a day. After four or five days, they finally arrived at a vast and fertile valley.

The wide river water flows slowly in the valley, crisscrossing. And the boundless farmland suddenly unfolds before their eyes, spreading out a picture of a bumper harvest. Tens of thousands of young and strong men in the tribe are bending over, carrying bamboo baskets and stone sickles, working hard in the fields. After waiting for five months, these hundreds of thousands of acres of corn fields finally had a good harvest!

"It's so beautiful!"

The old militia stood at the bow in a daze, looking at the harvest scene, as if seeing the most beautiful dream. This is the most solid desire in his heart. No matter how dangerous the waves are, no matter how far away from home, it is deeply entangled in his heart and appears in his dreams.

"It's so beautiful!"

The old militia murmured and repeated it again. Then, he lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Memories of the past few years flashed in his heart, changing his thoughts little by little. It was like a pea, slowly taking root and sprouting in the depths of his heart.

"This blind majesty can finally do good things. Huh~~"

The old militia took a long breath. Then, he stretched out his old hand, fumbled in his arms for a long time, and really found a shriveled pea.

The long wind blew, and the fragrance spread thousands of miles. The old militia looked at the beans in his palm with his clear old eyes, and smiled with relief. Then, he stretched out his hand, looked at the golden fields, and faced the setting sun in the evening, and gently threw the pea that had been kept for a long time into the fields on the shore.

The young Anshe pursed his lips and wrapped his clothes tightly. He looked at this piece of land where he grew up, which was once very familiar, but now a little strange, and his eyes gradually became wet. Then, he turned his head and looked at the old captain with wet eyes, and spoke carefully.

"Dad Qi, what are you doing?"

"I'm farming!"

Chivaco smiled happily, like an old farmer who is common in the countryside. After so many ups and downs, he has never changed.

"Dark Snake, I told you that my farming skills are very good!~"

In early October, the Kingdom's expedition fleet finally arrived at the riverside Water Valley City. From the mouth of Talsa on the Pacific Ocean to the small river outside the Water Valley City, the fleet sailed for several months, traveled nearly two thousand miles, encountered countless tribes, and witnessed countless mountains and waves!

"Along the way, if such a long river can be completely opened up, what kind of changes will it bring to the whole world?"

No one can answer this question, not even His Highness Shenqi. Because at this moment, he is already wearing armor, carrying a bow, and standing under the towering and dangerous Cloud Snake City.

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