Chapter 645: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Dacao River, Sudden Encounters
The blue sky is like a wash, and white clouds are floating by. The sea is like a mirror, and the waves are twinkling. The fleet sets off from Daxiang Lake, along the extended coast, heading north and east, and after traveling two hundred and fifty miles, it arrives at another place.
The mouth of a large river.
The big river was turbulent and the water flow was abundant. Chihuaco stood on the bow of the boat and after a little calculation, he knew that the river was two miles wide and its length extended to the end of the sight. And looking at the turbulent water volume, the area flowing through the upper reaches of the river,
I'm afraid it will be very vast.
"Tikallo, what kind of river is this?"
"Oh! You said this river is terrible!"
Mayan businessman Tikalo looked at it for a moment and answered with a smile.
"This is the Rio! The upper reaches of the Rio River continue to turn eastward, extending for hundreds of miles, and even connect with the desolate central basin. This river was a golden waterway in the Mayan classical period. It is said that there were once
Thousands of miles away. Many commodities from Calakmul, the Snake City, were transported along this waterway, all the way to the coast, and then turned north. However, after the divine disaster came, the upper reaches of the Great Grass River gradually dried up and cut off, leaving only the lower reaches.
Half... However, even now, there are still many Mayan tribes living or hunting along this river with ample water."
"Settlement or hunting?"
Chihuaco was startled for a moment. In this Yucatan Peninsula with abundant rainfall, would there be hunting tribes? He was a little confused and asked.
"This long river is so wide and extended, and the water is very abundant. The land along the bank also looks very flat and fertile, enough to support tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people farming. Such a fertile place is still very desolate right now, why is it still there?
There are tribal safari?...Wouldn’t that be a waste of this good land and this good water!”
"This... who knows..."
Ticaro thought hard for a while but had no answer. In the mysterious Yucatan Peninsula, there are too many unknown questions and confusing phenomena everywhere, and no one can answer them.
"In fact, the current Central Basin is also full of rivers and precipitation. It once supported millions of ordinary people! However, after the divine disaster, various tribes desperately fled there, turning the fertile land into a green desert.
, and it has not changed so far... Maybe all of this is the will of the gods!"
Everything unknown is attributed to the power of the gods! This is the simplest and most irrefutable answer. Chihuaco scratched his head, his eyes flashed, and he remained silent.
After watching for a while, Tikalo pointed to the southeast of the river mouth. His expression became slightly solemn and he spoke seriously.
"Captain Qi, look, there is a small city four or five miles to the southeast. If I remember correctly, it should be Putum, a 'grassy and open area', Prairie City!"
"Chakanputum, Prairie City?"
Hearing this name, Chihuaco was stunned and looked around. Along the way, the fleet was surrounded by swamps and rainforests. Only this area was full of long grass and sparse trees, and the sight suddenly became wider. Wild deer were there.
Jumping among the long grass, birds resting on the sparse trees, everywhere is full of vitality.
At the end of the sight, the old militiamen searched hard and finally found a simple small town. This small town was very low and small in area. It was more like a stockade than a small town. On the north side of the small town, near the river,
There are several sparse farmland, which has not yet reached the planting season, and is covered with grass. There is a shallow wooden fence around the outside of the town, and in the center is a small temple. And across a distance of several miles, there is a faint
, you can see some wandering tribesmen, I don’t know what they are doing.
"It's really strange..."
Chihuaco touched his chin and thought for a while before asking.
"Ti Carlo, there are woods everywhere along the way. Why does the land suddenly open up when we get here? In terms of precipitation and rivers, this place should be not much different from the south..."
"Well..."
Hearing such a strangely angled question, even though Ticaro was knowledgeable, he was stunned on the spot. He thought for a while before answering uncertainly.
"Perhaps it is the power of the Moon Goddess, or the Rain God? This river often floods during the rainy season, and the floods will flood the surrounding forests..."
Chihuaco shook his head and denied.
"But the Hidden Snake River and the Red River we passed before often flood. But the woods there are very dense."
"Then, maybe it is the power of the wind god, which will blow hurricanes in midsummer and destroy the big trees along the way. I remember that the summer wind in this area is very strong, and the coast will be affected."
"The summer winds were very strong as we traveled. The land of Huastec was also swept by hurricanes, but the trees were still very tall."
"Hmm... It may also be the control of the earth god. Underground in this area, there will be deep wells that emit black oil. We have used that kind of black oil before when repairing ships. Where the black oil comes out, the trees will grow.
It’s hard to grow.”
"No. There is a lot of black oil in Vastek..."
"...Ah! It can only be the divine disaster six hundred years ago!"
Under a series of questions from the old militiamen, Tikalo's divine and wise head still failed to withstand the test. He couldn't help but miss the once simple Jaguar warrior Orosh. Also "simple", the Jaguar warrior was the real deal.
, and the old militiamen in front of us are completely fake!
"Divine disaster? Divine disaster...what exactly is it?"
"Uh... God's disaster, I don't know. It could be decades of floods, decades of drought, decades of war, or..."
Having said this, Tikalo paused slightly. With some inner fear, he told the last record that made the ancestors despair.
"....a rain of stars falling from the sky!"
"Hiss! Star Rain?"
Hearing this, the old militiaman opened his eyes wide and took a breath.
"Why do the stars in the sky fall?"
"Because the gods were angry, all the descendants of the gods died, and the stars fell!"
Ti Carlo pursed his lips and recalled with difficulty for a long time before speaking in a low voice.
"The ancestors didn't say much about the specific process. There was only such an epic..."
Hearing such a top secret, everyone in the flagship came forward to listen to Tikallo's story. Tikallo's eyebrows were lowered, his words were faint, and even his voice was filled with the coldness of death.
"...The angry gods dropped the burning stars. The stars fell to the ground like fire from the sky, igniting everything unclean! The forests were burning, the farmlands were burning, and the city-states were burning. And after the gorgeous burning, the sky was filled with
Dust, and unspeakable cold. When the white ashes fall, the corn will die, and people will be naked and frozen stiff in the temple... That is the most terrible divine disaster, the most turbulent place, where people can perish.
The whole world!..."
"O Lord God! Please protect me and give me light and warmth!"
After hearing such a horrific description, Puap shuddered and prayed loudly. Priest Tomat also lowered his eyes and was silent. Only the old militiaman thought about it for a while, and doubts appeared in his eyes again.
"Tikallo, when the sky fire burns, it will release a lot of light and heat. But why, your ancestors said that after the sky fire, there will be a terrible cold? There must be something to do with it..."
"Uh!...Captain Qi, your wisdom has surpassed mine. I...I didn't answer this question."
Tikalo twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and smiled bitterly.
"Perhaps, you can ask my ancestors in your dream..."
"Hiss! Blessed by our ancestors! Quick, look at the shore!"
At this moment, a hurried cry came from the mouth of the mountain bird with excellent vision, full of anxiety. He was not very interested in the divine disasters of the southern tribes. After all, in the winter of the northern continent, white divine disasters were everywhere.
Yes, it will even last for half a year!
He had been carefully observing the southeastern city wall. In his eagle-like eyes, he could clearly see that a group of wandering tribesmen stopped and looked at the coast in surprise. Then, the group of tribesmen
The people were like rabbits, scurrying out quickly to report the news to the prairie city.
Then, not long after, a line of blue smoke rose up! Thousands of tribal warriors, holding spears and carrying spears on their backs, howling and pouring out from behind Prairie City, like a horde.
The hunting dogs of the team found the hunting target.
"Four hundred people, eight hundred people, one thousand two hundred people, one thousand six hundred people, two thousand people!..."
Dark Snake's eyes widened, he calculated desperately for a while, and then shouted sharply.
"Ah! More than two thousand tribal warriors are rushing towards the fleet! They also have hundreds of canoes!..."
"Damn it! Where did this Maya tribe come from? They move like the wind and they gathered so fast!"
Huitu Puap was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it. He paused for a few breaths, then immediately blew the conch horn on his neck and screamed miserably.
"Everyone! Wear armor, hold bows, set up spears, and get ready for battle!"