Chapter One Thousand One Hundred: The Wind Gods Ship, the Knowledgeable and the Craftsmen
In July, the North Pacific is covered with bright sunshine and rarely sees heavy rains, just like the boundless sea of the sun. The summer high pressure centered on Hawaii is rotating clockwise high in the sky, setting off never-ending
The strong sea winds throw the moist water vapor from the ocean endlessly towards the mainland.
The strong wind was howling and changing, all the way from south to north. And an ancient style of shelter boat, with three elongated longitudinal sails, was moving from west to east along the basin shelf of the Aleutian Islands. It was three or four meters tall at times.
Big waves hit from both sides of the ship, causing the ship to shake. However, this is already the gentlest season in the stormy North Sea, and it is also one of the two months most suitable for sailing in a year.
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"Witness the Lord God! Winter is a white sea of ice, early spring is a misty sea of mist, midsummer is a golden sea of light, and early autumn is a misty sea of mist. But in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind and waves gradually rise, and in late autumn it turns into rain and
From big waves to early winter storms and sudden snowfalls, everything is frozen in the severe cold of midwinter... Therefore, midsummer in July and early autumn in October are the two most suitable months for sailing! And from May to November,
It is the only half year that can be navigable. All voyages must be carried out as quickly as possible, the sooner the better!…”
"The Lord God bless you! From the sea of ice to the sea of fog, from the sea of day to the sea of wind, from the sea of waves to the sea of storms, from the sea of night to the sea of ice... These are the magnificent four seasons of the North Sea, the mysterious and vast ocean! And
Your Majesty's divine enlightenment guided us all the way from east to west, across thousands of miles of island chains, and arrived at a new vast continent. Then, with the harvest of divine inspiration, we returned from west to east, bringing back the Jiao people we encountered.
Tribe, bring back the prophesied craftsmen and ships!…”
Mickey, the knowledgeable man, sat in the small captain's cabin at the stern of the ship, lowered his head and wrote quickly with a pencil, writing down the log and emotions of the voyage. Then, he felt the rocking hull of the ship and looked at the clear sunlight outside the porthole.
Seeing the faintly visible island chain in the distance to the north, he was startled for a moment, opened his eyes wide, and identified the nearest island in the north. After recognizing the shape and appearance of the gray-brown mountain peak, he couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.
"Gaowa, how many days did we sail on this ship?..."
"Weng? How many days will it take to get on the ship and sail?"
White Bear Gaowa blinked, stretched out his left hand, counted four fingers, and answered affirmatively.
"One, two, three, four, four fingers...that's four days, all the sun!"
"Ah? It's really four days? Did it take us four sunny days to sail from Kami Takayama Port where we boarded the ship to Kami Volcano Island, which is six hundred miles to the east? How is it possible? How could it be so fast?!..."
Mickey the Knowledgeable stood up in surprise, looked at the sea outside the small window, and looked through the recorded charts. Looking at the overlapping records and islands, he gradually opened his mouth in surprise, with disbelief on his face.
"Ah? That island in the north is really a sacred volcanic island! This ship actually traveled 600 miles in just four days! ... Four days, six hundred miles!!"
"Lord God! It's really a sea ship blessed by the wind god! Shi Jian said that they set off from the Shenshuangyan Port in the Shenqi Continent and sailed for almost a month... Doesn't that mean they traveled four to five thousand miles?... No wonder Zuvalo can
Send this sea ship back so quickly!…”
Having said this, Mickey the Knowledgeable stood up excitedly. He opened his arms, touched the plank of the captain's room, and even danced with excitement. To be honest, he never thought that after only nine months of separation,
If he could meet the ship sent back by Zuvalo, he would be able to get the exact news of arriving at Shenqi Continent! He thought that the farewell last October, even if it was not a life and death farewell, would have to wait for another two years...
"O God! This new longship is about the same size as a new longship. It only needs a dozen sailors to maneuver it. It doesn't need fifty oarsmen at all. And it relies entirely on the sails and wind power, and no one needs to paddle.
, you can move forward non-stop all day long, and the speed is more than twice that of the kingdom’s longship!…”
"This is truly a God-inspired wind-god sea-ship! What kind of tribe would have to be good at sailing to build it?! And how lucky was Zuvalo to be able to capture all the sailboats and the tribes that drove it?
In hand!... Praise the Lord God who protects you! Praise His Majesty the prophet! Also praise the brave Zuvalo!..."
"Ah! Praise the high gods on the ancestral peak of gods!..."
Seeing her husband with a happy face and praying devoutly, White Bear Gaowa also prayed and stood up with a smile. Then with a "boom", she hit the roof of the ship above her head, and even the entire captain's cabin was hit.
It shook.
"Ah! It hurts! Such a short houseboat..."
Gao Wa covered her head, pouted, and sat back angrily. This ocean-covering ship was built by craftsmen from Korea and Japan, and was designed according to Kazuto's height. The height of the captain's cabin is only about 1.6-7 meters.
The area can only accommodate three or four people. And with Gao Wa's height of over 1.8 meters and a body that can fight bears, staying here with Mickey is indeed a little constrained and unable to do anything.
"Ah haha! Gaowa, let's go out, the deck outside is spacious! Let's take a good, careful look at this wind god's ship, and take a look at those smart tribes who control the wind! ...
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Mikey, the knowledgeable man, smiled and put down the navigation records in his hands. He and Gaowa got out of the captain's cabin together, facing the bright and open sea and sky, which made people feel relieved.
A strong long wind blew in their faces. The two stood on the second deck and saw at a glance the three towering masts, the bulging longitudinal sails, and the nine North Korean sailors and craftsmen busy around the masts.
Ten kingdom warriors and almost the same number of Unanga tribe sailors, all wearing leather armor and carrying copper axes, were distributed up and down the ocean-covering ship.
After more than a month of sailing, the kingdom's warriors were still very relieved about these docile and peaceful Korean sailors. Their vigilant eyes always looked at the four Japanese prisoners who were under strict guard from time to time. What they were worried about was,
It's not that these four unarmed little prisoners can launch any rebellion in front of twenty fully armed elites of the kingdom. But what really makes them wary is...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Greetings to you, respected divine priest, Vice Captain Mickey! These four captives are from the Three Islands and the tribal alliance predicted by His Majesty. They are the translator and the blacksmith.
, the horse breeders and the small-headed tribesmen were all carefully selected by Captain Zuwaro and sent back to the Kingdom in the Lake..."
The warrior leader, Captain Kapu Shijian, wore strong leather armor and climbed the wooden steps to the second deck at the stern. He lowered his head respectfully and saluted the knowledgeable Mickey, with a weathered face.
Above, a rare smile appeared.
"The Lord God witnesses! The one with the bald head and four fingers is called Watanabe, and he is an important translator who can recognize the alliance's words. And the one with the injured knee is called Otani, and he is a blacksmith who knows how to make iron. As for the young man who is with the horse in the cabin
The horse man is called Ichiro. As for the last one with his hands tied, his mouth gagged, and his head downcast, he is the captured leader of a small tribe, named Murakami..."
"When we set off from Shenshuangyan Port, we actually brought five Japanese prisoners with us. But when we saw the ship heading eastward and then eastward, after crossing Shenxuemu Island half a month ago... there were two prisoners.
He jumped into the sea secretly at night, and was swept away by the wind and waves. Only Murakami, who was particularly good at swimming, survived. He kept swimming for three or four miles and reached the Shenxue Island. He was killed by Unanga on the island.
The tribe captured him...and just to capture him, we delayed our trip for three days!..."
"O God! Jump into the North Sea with such strong waves and swim three or four miles to the island?..."
Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey looked startled, with a bit of surprise on his face.
"The small-headed man of this tribe is so good at water! But he doesn't even have a canoe, and he has no food or water. Why did he escape to Shen Shuangjie Island? There are only two to three hundred Unanga tribesmen there.
It's the snow in the mountains, the desolate hills, and the long meadows on the seaside...Strange, have you ever asked him why he ran away? Was it because he didn't have enough to eat, didn't have warm clothes, or was he afraid of being sacrificed?..."
"Well, I asked about it. I heard from the translator Watanabe that the leader of this village saw the ship going farther and farther away, and was afraid that he would not be able to return to his hometown, so he wanted to escape home..."
Chakapu Shijian thought for a while, pulled his hair, and answered with some uncertainty.
"It seems that, according to the tribe there...if a person dies in a distant overseas country and the body cannot be buried in his hometown, he will become a wandering undead soul that cannot find a home and cannot go to any land of gods and Buddhas!..."
"People have to die in their hometown, otherwise they will become wandering undead?... In order to find a way home, even if they jump into the sea with a narrow escape from death?... What a strange idea..."
Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey was very interested and nodded with a smile.
For tribes in the Mexica Plateau who are devout believers in gods, only the gods they believe in determine where their souls will go after death. It only depends on how they die, not where they die. They have no hard-to-leave feelings about their hometown.
, and look more towards the sky of the Kingdom of God, towards the mountains and sea that possess divinity.
This inherited habit of living without a fixed place probably comes from the memory of tribal migrations over thousands of years, and from the ancestors who were still in the wasteland hundreds of years ago. As for the canine tribes who stayed in the wasteland, it is even more so.
In this way, they don't care about long-distance migration and death, and regard these as a part of life. Even their ashes after death will be scattered in the wilderness and lakeside...
"Well, the other three, the translator, the blacksmith and the horse breeder, are all talents that the kingdom is in urgent need of, so we must keep an eye on them!"
"Yes! Dear Divine Priest!"
After a moment of conversation, Mickey looked past the four Chinese prisoners and looked at the several Korean sailors manipulating the sails. Among them was a middle-aged sailor, his eyes widened, standing straight under the main mast.
His expression was a little angry and a little timid. He tried to raise his head, gestured vigorously and said something loudly to several tall Unanga sailors around him. And those Unanga sailors who were two heads taller than him.
The Southern California sailor looked at him with simple eyes with a confused and confused look on his face.
"Hey! Who is he? What are you talking about?..."
"Oh! He is the sailmaker with the best sailing skills among the sailors. His name is 'Pu'. He is teaching those sailors how to operate these three long sails that cooperate with each other and are connected... He has taught almost one
It’s been months, but the sail operation of this ship is too complicated, and our sailors are still prone to making mistakes!…”
"What? The most skilled sailmaker, manipulating complex sails? In other words... how do you make this sailboat travel as fast as it flies?!"
Upon hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey's eyes instantly lit up, and his face showed full of curiosity and curiosity. He nodded to Shi Jian, strode down the steps, and walked towards the Korean sailmaker under the mainmast.
"Blessed by the Lord God! I also want to listen carefully to how this Wind God's sailing boat can fly on the sea with the help of the Wind God's unpredictable power! And the longships of the Alliance must also learn how to do it.