Chapter 722: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Traces of the Siguayu People, Bahamas
Dark clouds gather at the end of the sky, and waves surge at the edge of the coast. The black finches, unique to Cuba, send out their final courtship calls at the sea level when the storm approaches. When the August hurricane sweeps through, the coastal lowlands will be flooded.
The breeding season of the Cuban Blackbird, which lasts for half a year, will end in August.
The birds are singing loudly and endlessly, and the seven long ships of the kingdom are quietly docked on the promontory covered with palm trees. This is the eastern end of Cuba's Snake Island, and the large island of Haiti across the strait is quietly distant from each other.
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"God bless you! Such thick clouds, such big waves... I guess a big storm that can kill fish is coming soon!"
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, raised his head, looked at the skyline to the east of the coast, and frowned deeply.
After wandering at sea for two or three years, he has now become increasingly familiar with the unpredictable power of the sea, and has developed a heartfelt awe. This terrifying Caribbean Sea is far more violent than the calm coast of the West Sea.
!The current situation is obviously the prelude to a big storm. As for the specific time, I am afraid it will be within two or three days.
"Priest Thomas, the fleet cannot stay here any longer! We must set off immediately, along the coast, to the northwest where the storm has not yet arrived!"
"Hoo! God bless you! The storm is coming, what a pity..."
Priest Thomas stared at the eastern sea and sky, remained silent for a long time, and breathed out softly.
His Highness's predictions have been verified one by one, and everyone in the fleet has no doubts. According to His Highness's predictions, to the east of Cuba's Snake Island, there is another large, wealthy island covered with jungles and rivers, as well as a series of fertile islands extending to the southeast.
A small island. A few days ago, from the mouths of the Guata tribe leaders, everyone also knew that this wealthy island indeed existed. The name of the big island was "Haiti".
"What a pity! This cape is probably the easternmost point that the fleet can reach! As for the exploration and visits to various tribes in Haiti, we can only wait until later... What a pity!"
Priest Tomat's eyes showed deep regret. He also had a ship full of "Ali Sutra" with pictures and texts, which he had not sent out. However, the terrible storm he encountered when he crossed Cuba before was still vivid in the hearts of everyone in the fleet.
The current situation, whether it is the coming storm and waves, or the tired and tired morale of the army, does not allow him to continue heading eastward.
"Praise the Lord God! His supreme glory will surely spread and shine brightly on this vast sea and sky with my hard work!"
Priest Tomat clenched the sun amulet around his neck, prayed loudly, and made a devout vow. After a moment, he no longer hesitated and turned his head to look at the coast. The gentle Cuban coast is here, passing by a palm-filled road.
The arc of the tree tidal flat turns to the northwest.
"The east wind is rising, raise the sails!"
"The east wind is rising, raise the sails!..."
"Turn northwest and move forward at full speed!"
"Turn northwest and move forward at full speed!..."
High-pitched shouts rang out from above and below the flagship. Then, the shouted orders turned into eye-catching flags, signaling to the surrounding longships.
"The Lord God bless you! Your Highness is divinely inspired!"
Priest Thomas stood up straight and made a shocking announcement.
"After traveling eight thousand miles, the end of this trip is right in front of you!... Let's go!"
"Praise the Lord God! Praise His Highness! Let's go!"
Hearing this, the sailors on the flagship also raised their heads and shouted in unison! Then, under the strong east wind, the seven longships suddenly accelerated and sailed along the northern coast of Cuba towards more unknown tribes.
With the help of the wind, the speed of the fleet suddenly accelerated, more than doubling the speed. Just one day later, the exploration fleet traveled more than 120 miles and arrived at the first large tribe on the north side of Cuba's Snake Island.
, Baracoa, Marina Department.
As usual, the fleet stopped at the coastal area for two days, replenished food and water, and also talked about the Lord God's teachings and prophecies. During the break, the old militiaman Chihuaco found Priest Tomat, looking a little serious.
"Something's not right!...Priest Tomato, the situation in the Maritimes seems not to be right. We've visited so many Taino tribes, but this one is the only one."
The eyes of the villagers are full of vigilance! Well...it feels to me like they are frightened stags, with their heads lowered, their horns exposed, and making threatening calls!"
"Witness the Lord God! Captain Chihuaco, you also discovered it! This coastal tribe is indeed more vigilant than all the previous tribes. You see, they even have hundreds of militiamen patrolling with wooden spears.
The fish weirs and ponds are all empty and no one is taking care of them..."
The two chatted for a while, and both became more and more certain of their opinions. The old militiaman pondered for a while, and then took out the last two bottles of tequila that had been collected for a long time from the boat. The sociable priest Tomat, carrying the wine,
Went to meet the elders of the local tribe. It was not until after a simple dinner that Priest Thomas returned calmly, bringing new news.
"The coastal area has indeed encountered a threat! A safari tribe of the Ciguayos migrated to this area this year. According to the description of the local tribe, the Ciguayos are different from the Tainos and are quite ferocious in nature.
, and their expressions are also very ferocious! They have long dyed hair, black tattoos, are good at hunting in rowing boats, and dance with bows with poisonous arrows. They do not like to cultivate the land, but like to row boats in large groups.
They went out to plunder and even hunt enemy tribes for food!..."
"What? What's the "Watermelon Oil Man"? A sea robber who rows a group of boats and shoots poisonous arrows?"
Hearing this, Huitu Puap's face showed a warlike look. He patted the sharp copper ax on his waist and shouted confidently.
"Where are these plunderers? Let me lead the fleet of warriors and chop them all to death. Their heads will be piled up into small hills!"
After hearing Puap's words, Priest Tomat raised his eyebrows. He remained calm and looked at the old militiaman Chihuaco.
"Captain Chihuaco, what do you think?"
"Well... the Maritime Tribe is also a large Taíno tribe, with at least two to three thousand tribesmen. Even a weak grass rat can kill a jungle cat as long as it grows in size! Their current situation,
Although there is a threat, it is not urgent..."
Chihuaco thought for a while, touched his chin, and asked carefully.
"How many warriors are there in this marauding Siguayo tribe?"
"According to the local chieftains, the Siguayu people sent out at most two to three hundred warriors at one time... It is estimated that the size of the entire tribe is only about a thousand people. If there were more people, they would not want to migrate.
It will be so easy."
Priest Thomas thought about it for a while and said with a confident smile.
"Blessings from the Lord God! With the strength of the fleet, as long as they don't spread out, it should be easy to defeat the Siguayu people when they encounter them! However, these rowing tribes are moving erratically. If they want to catch them, they can't.
It’s not easy!」
"So, does the Coastal Ministry know where the Siguayu's home base is?"
"The Siguayu tribe is the most active on the north side of the island of Haiti, with dozens of large and small tribes. Their ancestors seem to have migrated from small islands further east... And this Siguayu tribe
Most people emerged from the sea in the north. The tribal camps they established when they migrated should be in the "many islands in shallow water", southeast of the "Bahas" island group!"
"Many islands in shallow water, Bahamas?..."
Chihuaco squinted his eyes and looked at the sea to the north. He chewed on this unfamiliar Taíno word, and his face changed slightly. After a while, he said calmly.
"Since the traces of the Siguayu people are elusive and they have not taken the initiative to launch an attack on the fleet... then we will ignore them for the time being and continue westward in search of large iron ore!"
"Ignore them and continue heading west?"
Priest Thomas was stunned for a moment, thoughtful. After a long while, he spoke in a deep voice.
"With the weak strength of the Taino people, even if they have several times the numerical advantage, I am afraid that they will not be able to defeat this Siguayu people. If we ignore it and allow this group of sea raiders to establish a foothold... maybe,
There will also be new Siguayu tribes who will find advantages and move here..."
Upon hearing this, the old militiaman's expression remained unchanged and he asked calmly.
"So, has the local coastal department asked for help from our fleet?"
"That's not true.
The coastal tribe of the Taíno people have only known us for two days. They are still wary of the fleet, so how can they ask for help..."
"So, have the local coastal tribes converted to the main god?"
"Hmm... not at all. The leaders all listened to my preaching and enshrined the main god's Zemi tablet. But they only regarded the main god as one of the gods in the far west, one of dozens of gods.
..."
"In that case, don't worry. Keep heading west!"
The old militiaman Chihuaco looked solemn and made a decision. He looked around at the leaders on the flagship and said meaningfully.
"The white tortillas don't taste good, but the pumpkin puree you asked for does! The big iron mine on the map is not far from here... I see, the appearance of this group of Siguayu raiders has a great impact on the kingdom.
There are only advantages and no disadvantages to establishing a foothold in this area!"
"Huh? There are only advantages and no disadvantages?...Chihuaco, you mean..."
Priest Tomat lowered his head, thinking for a few breaths, and his eyes lit up. Then, he tilted his head, glanced at the confused Huitu Puap, and then looked at the Mayan businessman Tikalo with flashing eyes.
, I sighed in my heart and laughed out loud.
"Good! Very good! The more people there are in Siguayo, the better, and the more storms on the sea, the better! ... Without storms, how can we tell what is a truly sturdy longship and what is a truly immortal god!"
..."
"Praise the Lord God, let us raise the sails and continue westward!"
