Chapter 851: The Second Kingdom Exploration, the Diffusion of Bronze Technology
Warrior Lake is eighty miles from north to south and more than forty miles from east to west. It is a large lake that can irrigate hundreds of miles of fertile soil. The scorching summer radiates the light of growth, making the fields and farmland around the lake lush and lush, with weeds and crops growing together.
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“What a pity!… Such a good land is not taken care of carefully… the weeds are as tall as the crops!…”
The longboat docked by the Warrior Lake and found a camp of the Bosalos people to rest for the night. The old soldier couldn't rest, so he wandered to the fields outside the camp and took a look at the fields that had been cultivated for two months. He couldn't help but
Shaking his head and sighing.
"Stupid! Stupid! What a bunch of stupid idiots..."
Priest Mekat did not go to the ground, but looked around the camp. When he saw the tribal warriors who had returned from disbandment, they were all skinny and their faces looked like they had traveled a long distance, so he spoke in Prepecha's local accent.
, asked Chippawa.
"Fighting Chippawa warrior captain, with so many tribal warriors marching so far, who will provide food?"
"What? Food for the expedition? Ordinary conscripted tribes, just like migration, bring it yourself! Of course, the Red Crow Tribe will provide food for an elite hundred-man team like us. We are the direct warriors of the Red Crow Tribe,
It’s different from those recruited tribal warriors!…”
Hearing the title of Priest Mecat, Chippawa grinned with satisfaction. He reached out and patted the fellow villager on the shoulder, and replied carelessly.
"Of course, some tribes are poor and don't bring enough food when they go on an expedition, so they can only hunt, fish, and plunder the enemy on the road. Therefore, they always march for a few days and stop for two days, slowly, like in
It’s the same on the migration road... Only our elite hundred-man team can run a hundred miles in one day and reach the northern river in ten days!..."
"Oh! That's it! You guys are really amazing!..."
Priest Mekart's eyes moved, thoughtfully.
Most of the tribal armies going out have to bring their own food, which indicates two things. One is that the Red Crow tribe does not have enough food to support so many elite centurions directly under it. The other is that each tribe has its own independent tribe.
The army is subject to conscription, but is not directly controlled. And these two things are actually the same thing: insufficient food production and loose tribal traditions limit the centralization of power by the two Red Crow chiefs.
"The cassava left by Captain Qi... can double the food production..."
Thinking of this, Priest Mekart pursed his lips, feeling a little complicated and unspeakable. His eyes moved in the Bosalos camp, looking at the crudely built thatched huts, cave huts, and those with wide feet and used to migrating.
Burakumin, their thoughts are ups and downs.
"Lord God! I don't know whether it will be bad or good for the kingdom to have these wandering barbarians unite under the same banner and gradually settle down..."
Priest Mecat watched for a moment, and suddenly he saw a yellow flash in the hands of the soldiers in the camp. He squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it turned out to be a copper axe. And when he looked around the camp, he discovered that such a copper ax was, in fact,
Much more than a handful.
"Fighting Chippawa warrior captain, this tribal camp is so rich and has so many copper axes?"
"What? Rich? Even the rats in this shabby camp are too poor...Haha!"
Chipawa, the wilderness warrior, looked around and laughed at the dilapidated and poor tribal camp that didn't even have turkeys.
"The Mekart priests, the axes in their hands were given to them by the generous war chief after they became loyal to the war chief! And the craftsmen in Red Crow City can forge a hundred such weapons in a day!"
"Casting? Do you have copper mines?"
"That's right! Just a hundred or two hundred miles north, there is a large copper mine, and hundreds of mining slaves are digging it now! Sister Alan said that the reason why the chief chose Red Crow City here is because he valued it.
A copper mine!"
When the wilderness warrior Chipawa said this, he scratched his head again and said uncertainly.
"It seems that the copper mines in the north are a little different. Not only do they produce copper, but they also produce pigment mines. The tribes in the northern wilderness have been digging for many years and have been applying the shiny mineral powder on their tattoos... But I don't like the color.
The shiny ones are too ugly, but red is the most sacred! Well, Sister Alan thinks so too..."
"At the beginning of last year, Uncle Kuitong, who is in charge of foundry, discovered that by casting the pigment mine together with copper, the newly cast copper ax and spear became much tougher! ... But Uncle Kuitong still always said that it was wrong, saying that it was not hard enough and that it needed to be strengthened.
What kind of silver-white soft stone?... Battalion Commander Zukata asked us to look for it. We searched in the mountains for several months, but we couldn't find even a hair..."
"Lord God! How is it possible? Damn it! The Red Crow Tribe can actually cast bronze?"
Hearing this, Priest Mekart was shocked. He remained calm, with a smile on his face, and spoke softly.
"Chipawa, who is this uncle Kuitong? Is he also a fellow from Prepecha?"
"Hey! Didn't I mention it before? At that time, Battalion Commander Zukata took a few of us and fled all the way to the wilderness..."
Chipawa, the wasteland warrior, tugged his hair in confusion, and without warning, he handed over the old man directly.
"Uncle Kuitong is one of them! He is the family craftsman slave of Prince Kuius. He is responsible for making bronzes, so he is called Kuitong. The battalion commander said that among their group of warriors, some can train spear battalion and some can make leather armor.
There are also those who can cast bronze... They were all carefully selected by the prince and left for him to go north to start a new life! Unexpectedly, the prince died on the way, but they were still alive..."
"Damn it! Prince Kuius of the Tarasco royal family... actually left such a back-up plan?..."
Hearing this name that had long been forgotten by the Prepecha people, Priest Mecat narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth secretly. Then, the smile on his face became brighter and he asked softly.
"Chippawa, your Red Crow Tribe is so awesome! Can I see the bronze ax you forged?"
"Haha! Of course! Jaka, bring the axe!"
Chippawa, the wasteland warrior, shouted, and pointed to his ax with a smile.
"This is from Huanggu City. It's a real bronze axe. It's much sharper! Uh...it seems like it was made by you..."
Priest Mekat's eyes were serious, and he reached out to touch and carefully inspect the yellow bronze ax in his hand. Then he took out the obsidian dagger from his waist, carved the face of the ax twice, and then tried the edge of the axe. Finally, he even
He licked the surface of the ax and tasted the taste of the axe.
"More than tough, not sharp enough...a bit soft, a bit astringent...eh? A bit sweet?..."
"It was mentioned in the divine revelation...this is...this is..."
Priest Mecat blinked and flashed for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up.
"This is lead!"
"O God! The shiny pigment mine produced by the northern Copper Mountain and the wasteland tribes, and what was smeared on the tattoos by the wasteland warriors is actually galena?"
"So, the weapons made by the Red Crow Tribe using copper and lead together...are they lead bronze weapons?"
