Chapter 846 The Second Exploration of the Kingdom, Memories of the Past

The sea breeze was blowing mightily, and the hair was fluttering messily. Neither of the two people in front of the bonfire spoke.

The old militiaman Chihuaco lowered his head, lost in the memories he thought he had forgotten. And the tattooed Chippawa gritted his teeth and grabbed the dirt with his hands like a wolf. He had just learned of his mother's death and his sister's life. He had expected a lot, and the answer now was far better than his worst estimate. But at this moment, he still howled in a low voice and shed painful tears.

"Ah! . . . Damned Tarascos! Damned Mexica!"

After a long time, the tattooed Chippawa wiped away his tears and lowered his head silently. Then he took out a sharp obsidian dagger, cut off half of his hair, and threw it into the fire. In the pungent burnt smell, he murmured, like a warrior in the wilderness, calling in a low voice.

"Divine heaven and earth! Please accept my request! I implore you, the great, to lead my mother's soul into the womb of the mother of the earth. She will be reborn there and start again... and if she is not willing , let her rest there..."

"The womb of the Mother Earth Goddess..."

Chivaco, the old militiaman, watched his son pray with his lips pursed. He had never seen a similar ceremony or heard a similar prayer in Patzcuaro Lake District. There is no doubt that this is the inheritance from the wasteland. And his son, from body to soul, has been deeply imprinted with the wilderness.

"The belief in the northern wilderness..."

The old militiamen watched all this quietly. After the son finished praying, he looked at him again and asked.

"Father! Why did you come here? Or in a Mexica boat?"

"I... I'll talk about it later..."

The old militia opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only pull his hair and ask his son back.

"Tell me about yourself first!..."

"Me? Let me think about it... At that time, I was conscripted to the front line in the south. In those drowsy fortresses, facing the sky full of flames and stones, and a steady stream of Mexica warriors... I thought I was going to die, would I Like most of the militiamen, dead in a burning, stone-strewn corner, among countless corpses..."

Recalling the southern battlefield back then, Chippawa, already a warrior of the wilderness, couldn't help but shudder. Such a brutal battle, even thinking about it now, is still a nightmare that makes him tremble, even more unforgettable than the fire in the Palms Valley.

"Tarasco's army was broken...I was escorted by a few broken soldiers to flee...They regarded me as a food reserve, the kind that could walk by myself...Then, I met the powerful Zukata Battalion Commander...He killed and scattered After defeating the soldiers, they led me and a few other people along the way, hiding day and night, with almost no detours...smoothly ran to the northern wilderness, and joined the familiar Guakili tribe...the red monkey tribe..."

"Zukata? Sticks?"

Hearing this name, the old militiaman Chihuaco's eyes moved, showing doubts.

"He's... from the royal family of Tarasco?"

"The battalion commander is..."

The wilderness warrior Chippawa hesitated for a moment, but he sighed and opened his mouth when he realized that everything was different and all his previous plans were meaningless.

"Hey! Battalion Commander, he is the commander of the South Route Army, Prince Kuiyous's trusted bodyguard, and may even be the head of the bodyguard. Before the king's army collapsed, the prince entrusted him with the prince and let him flee to the north with him... However, he finally fled to In the north, the prince died on the road. And the reason why he rescued me... It is said, it is said that... I look like the dead prince..."

"Ah? This! You...you can survive...it's fate..."

The old militiaman was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Then what?"

"Then…"

The wilderness warrior Chippawa narrowed his eyes, recalling another unforgettable fight, talking in a low and trembling voice.

"We first joined the Red Monkey Tribe...then all the tribes were defeated and fled...and then we joined Chief Chichika's Red Dog Tribe...then we were defeated and fled again...we were collected by Chief Red Crow...fleeing all the way east...until this prophecy The fertile land of the East, the land of Vastec! . . . "

"The Red Crow tribe established itself here, conquering the north and the south, becoming stronger day by day! I also followed Sister Alan and conquered the tribes everywhere. The great chief sat in the south and plundered the various tribes of Vastec. Sister Alan conquered the north and conquered the wilderness. All the dog descendants of the Crows established a new nest for the Red Crow tribe! She carved the face of the wilderness on all her loyal followers, including me!  …”

"And I, too, became the leader of an elite centurion in the battles between the tribes... There are twenty more of a centurion like me, under Sister Alan's men! And other ordinary centurions, Even more than twenty..."

The tattooed Chippawa babbled a lot about the wilderness. The old militiaman Chihuaco listened patiently. Although he didn't quite understand, he never interrupted. It was not until the night was dark and the bonfire was about to burn out that the tattooed Chippawa licked his dry lips and asked again.

"Father, what about you? Why did you come here?"

"Me? Me...that's going to be long..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco rubbed his face, was silent for a while, and then spoke in a low voice. His narration is understated, as if life and death in the past are like clouds and smoke in the sky, and the wind blows gently, and it disperses.

"When I was conscripted to the north, I first guarded the fortress at the mouth of the river, then participated in a water battle, and fled back to the fortress... The fortress fell, and we fled all the way. Only seven militiamen who were conscripted in the village survived... We returned to the village, the village There is no one here... Your mother died, you were conscripted, your sister was taken to the royal city by the warriors... and we returned to the royal city..."

"I found your sister, she was still alive, just a little bit away...I went out of the city to rescue the king's army. Then I watched the king's flag fall, the king was captured by the Mexica, and the reinforcements in the king's city were defeated in pursuit...We Fleeing back to the royal city, I met a Mexica scout in the middle... The Mexica army came, and we defended the city. The city was about to fail... We opened the door, led the way to the Mexica, went to the palace, and The whole family took revenge!..."

"Then... I settled down... I settled down for two years... in the lake area... Your sister is also married, she is Weizti from the village... Yes! It's the one with the headscarf. He has no wife, no baby, I can't find it anymore. I think he is okay and able to live, so I promised him your sister... When I go back this time, the two of them should have a baby, right?"

Having said that, the old militia Chihuaco finally showed some smiles on his face. He rubbed his hands, rubbed his face, and prayed sincerely.

"Lord God bless!..."

"Damn it! That fellow Wezti is cheap! He's so old and ugly, and he married my sister! If he dares to treat my sister badly, I'll run back from here and kill him myself!"

Before the bonfire, the wasteland warrior Chippawa cursed a few words in a low voice, but with a smile on his face. He added some wood to the campfire, and the flames brightened a lot. As a result, the light reflected in the eyes of the two gradually became more moving.

"Father, what else?"

"Also..."

The old militiaman stretched out his hand and pulled his hair again. In the next two voyages and explorations, he has a lot to say and many stories to tell. But in the end, these choppy and dangerous voyages of exploration, only a few words came out of his mouth.

"In the past few years, I have somehow been chosen by His Majesty of the Kingdom. He asked me to take the fleet to sea. I went to the West Sea and tossed for more than a year... I stayed home for less than a year, and was again Send them to the East China Sea to find the Snake Island in the East China Sea, where the Feathered Snake God turned into..."

"In the East China Sea, the snake island transformed by the Feathered Serpent God?"

Hearing this, the wasteland warrior Chippawa also scratched his hair. He has only traveled on land, and the vast sea is a completely unknown place to him. Whether it is the difficulty of navigation or the distance at sea, there is no concept. In fact, most of the dog-borns on the wasteland are like him, they are close to the land under their feet, but keep a respectful distance from the sea.

"Father, is this Snake Island far away?"

"Hmm. A bit far."

"Then, did you find it?"

"Yes. After some effort, I finally found it."

"So, you came back from Nahan Snake Island and passed by here?"

"Hmm... probably so! We encountered a storm and drifted here... it was not on our way."

"That's it!..."

The wasteland warrior Chippawa thought for a while, but he didn't quite understand, but it didn't matter, as long as the old man came. Thinking of this, he patted his chest hard, looked at his father who had been separated for seven years, and persuaded him confidently.

"Father! You stay here, don't go back! I have people under my command, a lot of people, who can take care of you! Don't you like farming? I'll get this village from Sister Alan You! There are so many fields here, I will leave them to you! From now on, you will follow me and live a good life here with peace of mind!..."