Chapter 883 The Tribal Civil War of the Tolova People

The sea breeze is slightly cool, and the morning mist rises from the sea in the morning and spreads among the mountains. The red cedar trees in the mountains blend with the morning mist, and the tall trunks appear and disappear from time to time, so deep that you can't see the end, ethereal like a dream.

The longships of the five kingdoms anchored on the coast outside the Sequoia Department and settled down in a simple camp. The crowing of the kingfisher echoed in the village not far away, and the warriors, wearing armor and weapons, woke up from their light sleep and began to prepare breakfast. The same is true of the Sequoia tribe in the village. The hunters on alert carried the newly exchanged copper spears on their backs. While raising the smoke from the cooking, they watched the coast vigilantly and observed the southern tribes coming from the sea.

"Hiss! This fruit is so sour!..."

The knowledgeable Mickey yawned, took the berry from Zuvalo, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, and suddenly he was startled and almost jumped up on the spot.

"This? Zuvaro? This fruit?..."

"Here! I bought it from the Sequoia Department yesterday, and I still have two straw baskets. Your Majesty said that you should eat more fruits when you go to sea, so as not to cause bad blood... Haha! Such sour fruits should last for a long time."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro suppressed a smile, and used a wooden spoon in his hand to stir the salmon, sea mussels, and unknown vegetable roots cooked in the clay pot. The aroma of seafood rises from the hot clay pot, making people's stomach growl.

"Cough! Zuwaro, are you ready? Are you ready to eat?"

"Cook it for a while. The fish and shellfish exchanged by the Sequoia Department have probably been caught for two days, and they are a bit stale...but it's not a big problem, as long as they are cooked thoroughly."

"Um."

The knowledgeable Mickey nodded, staring at the bonfire in front of him and the clay pots being heated, he asked in a deep voice.

"Zuowaro, how much food did you trade with them yesterday that can be stored?"

"Not much. They exchanged the latest catches and prey for the fleet. But the smoked fish, bacon, beans, and corn that could be stored... Only a small amount was exchanged, probably enough for the fleet of more than two hundred Let's eat it for eight or nine days!"

Exploration Captain Zuvaro pulled his hair, looked at the tribal village in the morning mist, and sighed.

"They don't have much salt, not enough to marinate meat, and they value the grains that can be stored, and they don't want to exchange gems and cloth... For these food, I took out twenty copper spears before I exchanged them! "

"ah?"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey frowned and asked suspiciously.

"The size of the Sequoia tribe is estimated to be 3,000 people! They have fields by the river, dozens of fishing boats, and so many hunters... Such a large tribe is farming, fishing, and Hunting, how could there be no food?"

"Well, the Lord God testifies! They must have stored food, but they are very wary of outsiders and don't want to exchange it with us."

Exploration Captain Zuvaro spread his hands and answered helplessly.

"To put it bluntly, they don't trust us...unless, we agree to their request and join the war with the northern leaf grass department..."

"Zuvaro, that's a civil war among the tribes of Tolowa, involving many tribes... The fleet is going north to explore, so don't get involved!"

The knowledgeable Mickey shook his head and responded softly.

"Witness of the Lord God! Yesterday I took Le Tian as an interpreter, and chatted with that tribal hunter Tou for a whole night... I roughly figured out the situation of this tribal war..."

"Huh? How to say?"

The exploration captain Zuwaro straightened his body and listened carefully. The further north the fleet traveled, the more serious the language barrier became. Everyone's eyes were darkened, and they were able to find someone to communicate with, that was really thanks to the blessing of the Lord God!

"This coastal valley inhabited by Tolowa people is about 60 miles from north to south and 20 miles from east to west. It is a very suitable place for settlement. There are more than a dozen large and small tribal villages in the whole valley, ten to twenty thousand The Lowa people. But right now, they are divided into two branches, the north and the south. In the north is the big leaf grass tribe, and in the south is the big red cedar tribe. The two big tribes each have seven or eight small tribes. They are hostile to each other and have been fighting for many years..."

"Huh? There are only 10,000 to 20,000 of them, and they can still be divided into two groups and fight each other for many years?"

Hearing this, the exploration captain was startled and asked in doubt.

"The two sides each pull out thousands of tribesmen, and if there is a big battle, won't the winner be determined?"

"Uh, how should I put it?...The fighting of the northern tribes is different from the large-scale battles on the plateau, as well as the surprise battles of the dog-born tribes..."

The knowledgeable Mickey rubbed his face, thought for a while, and replied.

"Witness of the Lord God! Their fighting is actually a bit like the flower war between the Mexica Alliance and the Tlaxcala Alliance in the past. It was not so fierce... Although these Tolowa tribes are very hostile to each other, but Bloodlines are like the Mexica and the Tlaxcalans, they are all brother tribes of the same origin..."

"The purpose of their battle is to compete for the hunting and fishing grounds at the junction, as well as the most important salt marsh... Yes, right in the middle of the two tribes, there is a salt marsh that produces salt, which is their main source of salt..."

"The two tribes will come out to fight every few months. Generally, there will be a few hundred people confronting each other, threatening and shouting at each other! Then, each will send a dozen or twenty brave fighters and hunters to either melee or single-handedly fight …In the end, a few dozen or so lives were left, temporarily deciding the ownership of a piece of land, and fighting until the next time…In addition to this kind of formal battle, when the hunter teams on both sides meet, they will also fight with each other. Of course, if one side does not Yes, if you choose to leave, the other party will only laugh loudly and spread the word, but will not rush to chase..."

"That's it...the aggressive and restrained Tolowa people! It's so interesting!..."

Exploration Captain Zuwaro stroked his chin, groaning silently, his eyes flickering.

This kind of ceremonial, low-intensity fight between the two sides, should the kingdom's fleet participate? Or what method can be used to participate, spread the belief of the main god, and convert these tribes that often fight? Or, build up the fire, sell arms at both ends, and exchange their prisoners of war? However, there is a language barrier and they don't trust each other...

"Zouaro, what are you thinking about?"

Mickey the Knowledgeable narrowed his eyes, looking deeply at Zuvalo. Zuwaro touched his nose and smiled guiltyly.

"Ugh! I'm thinking...the Sequoia Department doesn't have much salt, and they are so vigilant. Maybe they are at a disadvantage in the battle between the two sides?... Ha! They must not have grabbed that salt marsh!"

"Hmm... that's true!"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey was a little surprised. He nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Indeed! Right now, the Sequoia tribe in the south is at a disadvantage in the battle between the two sides. In the past two years, the Yecao tribe has had more powerful hunters with new faces. They suspect that the Yecao tribe, from the supporters in the northern mountains The Rowa tribe has received support..."

"However, the Lord God blesses you! In any case, our primary goal is to continue to explore the north! These civil wars among the tribes of Tolowa, if we can not get involved, we will not get involved!..."