Chapter 646 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Mayan Barbarians

"No! Disengage and stop fighting with these tribes!"

The wilderness was open, and two thousand Mayan tribe warriors were howling and running, rushing in like a tide. Hundreds of canoes rushed down the river towards the mouth of the river. Chihuaco, an old militiaman, observed the situation, estimated the upcoming battle, and made an instant decision.

"Sign the signal and leave the river mouth shore. Draw five miles westward and retreat into the sea!"

Hearing this, Puap was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and then nodded in agreement. Soon, the retreat flag was hoisted on the bow. The flagship turned first, and more than forty oarsmen exerted their strength at the same time, rowing desperately, and turned like the wind. The remaining six longships followed closely behind, rowing away quickly.

A large group of Mayan warriors rushed to the shore and watched the seven large ships move away before stopping. Dozens of canoes chased the invaders for another two or three miles until they drove the intruders away from the coast, then turned back and patrolled the river mouth. Hundreds of Mayan warriors held stone spears, waved small shields, howled like wolves, and terrorized the kingdom's fleet offshore. The slingers and spear-throwers of the brigade formed out of formation, occupied high places, and were all ready to shoot. Obviously, these Mayan tribes are very familiar with fighting.

The two sides faced each other across five miles of sea. One side is filled with excitement, while the other side is silent and on guard. Chihuaco squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but unfortunately the distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly. He thought for a moment and called the mountain bird with the best eyesight on the boat.

"Shantiao, can you see clearly?"

"Yes. Captain."

"What can you see clearly?"

"There is a group of armored warriors on the opposite side, surrounded by a long-headed god. When he comes to the shore, he raises his head and is looking at us!"

"Well!."

The old militiaman squinted his eyes and looked hard for a while. He only saw a blurry crowd and could not distinguish any divine descendants at all. The resolution of his vision is only about one in 2500, which means he can see something one meter in size from a distance of five miles. And the visual resolution of mountain birds.

"All right!"

The old militiaman scratched his head, looked at Ti Carlo who was thinking beside him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Ti Carlo, which Maya tribe is this prairie city? Why do they want to attack us?"

"Captain Qi, they are the Putún, the most ferocious Mayan tribe on the Yucatan Peninsula, barbarians among the Mayans. They occupy the banks of the Great Grass River and this vast savanna grassland. They are half-cultivators and half-hunters, and they often move between camps, regardless of their status. Even among ordinary people, there will be many tribal warriors.”

Tikalo looked solemn and answered seriously.

"The Dacao River Basin is connected to the Central Basin. After the divine disaster, many tribes of the gods fled north. The first tribe to flee here along the Dacao River was the Itza people led by the descendants of the Serpent God. , from the area of ​​Tikal, the sacred capital. Then, the Tutul Xiu people, under the leadership of the Shedu Xiu family, also moved here and drove away the Itcha people. Conquering the city of Uuc, the predecessor of Chichén Itzá, the Tutursians then went north and founded the city of Uxmal.”

"Both the two divine tribes have moved their centers of governance, but they are still constantly fighting for this area. New tribes will appear here from time to time, but they are unable to fight against the two major divine tribes. Until a few hundred years ago, more than 100,000 tribes The last of the savage Puton tribes moved out of the Central Basin!"

Speaking of this, Ti Carlo's face showed a bit of disgust that was difficult to conceal. That is the instinctive aversion to disorder and the reversal of hierarchy as descendants of Mayan gods who have been passed down from generation to generation.

"I don't know what these Puton tribes experienced in the basin after the divine disaster. They lost the inheritance of the divine descendants, the order of noble and lowly people completely collapsed, and the knowledge of the gods was also lost. They can't farm, they can't build cities, The whole people became soldiers, hunting and looting everywhere, and became extremely barbaric. Although they only had more than 100,000 people, they were able to organize tens of thousands of tribal warriors to attack the civilized Mayan city-states, and they ate everything!

"Both the Tuturxiu and Itza people were forced to abandon the towns here and retreat to the northern lowlands. This vast savanna has since been occupied by the Puton people. Of course, after hundreds of years, they have I have regained control over farming and building, but I’m still very poor at it, and I still hunt from time to time.”

Chihuaco felt dizzy when he heard these difficult-to-pronounce tribal names. He rubbed his head and thought for a while before concluding.

"It seems that they are like the tribes in the wasteland. They are very good at fighting, but not good at anything else. Therefore, they are not attacking us for the gems in the lake on our fleet. They are just purely attacking. All An intruder in their eyes?"

"Well it's very possible!"

Tikalo touched his divine head and nodded in agreement.

"This group of Putons are just a bunch of mad dogs, and have very bad relations with most Mayan tribes. No matter which fleet lands here, they will be attacked by them!"

In fact, it is worth mentioning that the Putun tribe's future achievements also include defeating the Spaniards. Twenty-eight years later, the first Spanish explorer, Francisco Hernández de Córdoba, set out from Cuba with three large ships and discovered the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time. He landed in the north of the peninsula with one or two hundred sailors and soldiers, claiming to be a messenger of the gods, and was warmly welcomed by the local Mayan city-state. Then, he sailed south along the coastline of the peninsula to the hinterland of Mexico. The villages along the coast were very warm and friendly, looking at their unique faces of gods, and took the initiative to provide food and water.

Until he landed at the mouth of the Big Grass River to replenish fresh water, he ran into the hunting Putun tribe head-on. More than a thousand tribal warriors attacked the Spanish exploration team, directly killing sixty people with stone spears and javelins, and killing hundreds of people. The exploration captain Hernández wore heavy armor and was said to have been hit by 33 spears and fled back to the ship with serious injuries. Then the fleet had a smooth journey and fled desperately, and actually escaped to Florida. A dozen days later, Hernandez died of his wounds near Havana, Cuba.

Then Juan de Grijalva took over as the second captain of the exploration. He brought more men and made more thorough preparations, and landed again at the mouth of the Great Grass River. The Spanish fleet killed more than 200 tribal warriors at the cost of 100 casualties, and shot the leader of the Putun tribe, which caused the Putun tribe to collapse.

Then came the third captain, Hernan Cortes. The Putun tribe suffered a loss last time, and gathered thousands of warriors, waiting for the Spanish to land. Cortes did not stay here and confront the Putun tribe head-on, but went all the way and reached the heart of Mexico directly. There, he would meet the Totonacs who believed in feathered serpents in destiny, the Tlaxcalans who were in urgent need of allies, and the Mexica who were unable to rule and were internally divided because the king was unable to rule.

Of course, all this has not happened yet. The people in the kingdom fleet had no idea, or even imagination. Mayan merchant Ticarlo just stood on tiptoe, looked at the Putun tribe warriors who were gathered on the coast, and made a suggestion.

"Respected Captain Chihuaco, we can leave here and continue to the north! From the mouth of the Great Grass River, one hundred and sixty miles north is the Elaphe City of the Elaphe Clan. The Elaphe Clan has trade with various tribes, especially the Kanul family. Our merchant group has traded with them many times, and the fleet can stop there for supplies."

"Leave the estuary, go another one hundred and sixty miles north, and resupply in Elaphe City?"

Chihuaco pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. Being cautious is his instinct, and he will never engage in meaningless fights.

"In that case, let's..."

"May the Lord bless you! Wait a minute, Captain Chihuaco."

The Tomat priest stood at the bow, watching for a long time, and gradually had some ideas in his mind. This is an ignorant and simple Mayan tribe, completely different from other Mayan city-states that have fallen into the wrong path and are cunning! .Thinking of this, he immediately spoke up and interrupted the old militia's order.

"Tikalo, what is the god that this Putun tribe believes in?"

"Uh, the god of the Putun tribe?"

Hearing this, Tikalo tried to think for a while and replied uncertainly.

"They seem to have a very mixed belief, hunting everywhere, and have not built a large temple. Their descendants of gods may have lost their heritage and do not know the main god of the family"

"Sure enough!"

The Tomat priest held the scripture tightly, with a fanatical smile on his face. Seeing this smile, Tikalo's heart trembled. An ominous premonition instantly floated into his heart.

"Praise the Lord! Captain Qi, please give me a boat! I want to go to the shore and sow the seeds of the Lord's belief in the hearts of the other leader!"

"What! You want to go ashore?!"

Hearing this, Chiwako jumped up immediately.

"Priest Tomat, it's very dangerous on the shore! The wolves are all sticking their butts out, ready to pounce and bite people, why are you still rushing up? No way!"

"It's OK! The light of the Lord shines on me! I am blessed by Him, and I will spread His glory. I will be safe on this trip!"

Priest Tomat straightened his body, his eyes sparkling, his face full of fearlessness and determination.

"Captain Chivaco, please take me ashore! I will go alone, and I don't need anyone else to accompany me! Oh, no!"

Priest Tomat paused. He turned his head and looked at Tikalo, who was terrified and retreating, and pointed his finger.

"I also need a good translator. That's him!"