Chapter 859 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Set Sail
The sunset falls on the shore of Warrior Lake, illuminating the land of Tamaulipas in Huastec language, which is also the "place divided by mountains", in a gorgeous and vast way.
In fact, this is the junction of three major landforms: the Huastec jungle along the coast to the south, the Tlaxcala wilderness divided by mountains to the west, and the end of the North American Great Plains to the north. And from the open
From the perspective of the flat terrain, this land of red crows, which is full of hunting tribes, should be more like the Great Plains of North America. The vast plains are spread with continuous sparse trees and long grass, extending to the far north.
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, looked at the sunset and the vast land, spoke softly, and clenched his fingers tightly.
"Chippawa... arrived at Otter City, and you... just left? You... didn't stay with me for a while?"
"Yes! Uh... dad... that..."
The wasteland warrior Chipawa scratched his head, his face a little reluctant, but he still nodded and answered.
"Dad! I also want to spend more time with you... But Sister Alan said that we will continue the Northern Expedition after the autumn... It's already July now. It will take more than a month to go back and forth to Otter City, and it will be September!
Then we need to tidy up and train the tribal warriors in the team, and then we have to go north to conquer!... Time is very tight..."
"The Northern Expedition after the Autumn... another war..."
The old militiaman was silent for a while, looking at his son's eager expression, and finally he could only sigh.
"Okay! Have a good sleep today... We will set off early tomorrow morning..."
Night bid farewell to the camp, and morning brought sunshine. Alan stood at the door of the camp, wearing a cold silver mask and carrying a long bow. She pursed her lips and looked at the rising sun in the far east.
The people in the longboat submerged into the hill to the east of the camp. Then, she turned around and looked at the vast plains to the north, with a burning fire in her heart.
"The Bravo River...the tribes of Koavec...after the autumn harvest, I will make you all surrender!"
The hills beside Warrior Lake are still green, and the kingdom's longships are docked on the shore. Compared with the canoes that come and go, they are as big as crocodiles in a school of fish.
Priest Mecat lowered his head, walked through the farmland by the river, boarded the somewhat dilapidated longboat, and thought about everything about the Red Crow tribe. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, stood on the bow of the boat, watching the dog-born and the sailors rowing the boat.
Paddle, rowing along the north bank of the lake for tens of miles, towards the Heron River in the east. The final return journey in this long exploration is finally close at hand!
"God bless you! Captain Qi, we will go east to the mouth of the Heron River first, and then go south to Otter City. This section of the sea route is about more than 600 miles. From Otter City, we will follow the Huastek Coast to the Crow City of the Silver Crow Tribe.
Sailing about five hundred miles..."
As the longboat rowed, Priest Mecat stopped thinking. He approached the old militiamen, took another look at the accompanying canine warriors, and lowered his voice.
"The Kingdom has not yet explored this thousand-mile Huastec coast. We can record the hydrology, topography and tribes along the coast in detail... This should be used in the future..."
"Uh? Oh..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman raised his eyebrows and understood what Priest Mekart had not finished saying. He sighed again and nodded.
"Okay! You really don't have to be too anxious about this section of the stroke back... God bless you!"
"Blessed by the Lord God! The Silver Crow Chief of Crow City is relatively reliable and has a secret alliance with the Kingdom... After arriving in Crow City, we should be able to successfully contact the Kingdom's army that is conquering the Totonak tribes!...That's right!
Crow City produces asphalt for ship repairs. We will stay there for a few days and repair the ship a little. When the kingdom's reply arrives, giving His Majesty's location, we will continue paddling south..."
Speaking of this, Priest Mecat held the amulet around his neck, with uncontrollable excitement on his face.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty! We have brought back news about the Cuban Snake Island, the Mayan tribes, the surrounding areas of the Hidden Snake City, and the Land of the Red Crow... Your Majesty must be waiting for us! And we will definitely remember it during our exploration trip.
Enter history, be engraved on the stone tablet of Sunway University, and be sung as an epic!…”
"Wow! This voyage is finally completed...and I can survive and even find my son!...It's really..."
The old militiaman pursed his lips and stared at the Chippawa rowing on the boat. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, and his eyes seemed to be blurred by sand again. He turned his head, thinking about the cassava and tung oil trees he brought back from Cuba. He had to tell them well.
Blind Your Majesty. That is a good thing to save people. You must plant it everywhere!
The morning sun was rising, and the flat lake was shining brightly. The farmland beside the lake was lush and green, and the herons were circling and chirping in the sky. The old militiaman Chihuaco stood on the long boat going away, and finally looked at the green hilltop, unable to see clearly.
The tomb, imagining the scene of lush tung oil trees, makes me yearn for it inexplicably...
"What a great place! It would be great if I could be buried here!"
The old militiaman wiped his eyes, looked at Chippawa who looked excited, and asked in a deep voice.
"Is that mountain top coming?"
"Ah? Oh! It's coming!... Sister Alan gave it to me, and it will belong to our family from now on."
"Um…"
The old militiaman nodded, thought for a while, and gave serious instructions.
"Good son! From now on, you will repair the tomb on the mountain every year..."
"Ah? Repairing the grave?...Dad?"
"Take care of all the trees again!"
"Huh? You still have to take care of the tree?...Ah! Such trouble..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman raised his eyebrows. This trip to the Northland seemed to have given him some atmosphere of the wilderness. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed Chippawa's ears, and shouted directly.
"Did you hear that?!"
"…heard it!"
"Swear to me!"
"Uh! My ancestors witnessed it!...I must repair my father's grave! Otherwise...or else I won't be able to give birth to a baby!"
"Ah? You idiot! I'll beat you to death!..."
The long boat drifted away, the oars rowed, and headed for the final return. And the lively shouts floated on the calm Warrior Lake and were submerged in the rising waves. It was an early morning on the Warrior Lake, and a long boat left under the rising sun.
go.
At the same moment, seven thousand miles to the northwest, the rising sun in the east shines on the towering Sierra Nevada Mountains, casting long shadows! This majestic mountain range has an average altitude of three thousand meters and extends for one thousand four hundred miles.
A rough and long mountain wall is formed, which isolates the terrible cold wave blowing from the northeast, and also protects the warm bay area on the west side of the mountain range that extends for more than a thousand miles and is more than two hundred miles wide.
This warm land protected by mountains can withstand most cold waves. It is the fertile soil that countless tribes in the cruel and cold North American continent dream of! In fact, the tribes who settled in this warm land, whether they are
The Paiute who spoke Numic, the Shoshone, the Miwok who spoke Miwokan, the Yokut who spoke Yokut
People (yokut)... call this warm land "home"!
In the middle of the "home" of this long and narrow bay area, there is a naturally warm deep-water harbor. The 800-meter-high Tamalpais volcano stands on the north shore of the natural harbor, like a sleeping guard. And in the local area
According to the Miwok tribe, this mountain is called "West Mountain, the Mountain of the Coast". And the location of this mountain is Tamal, the "West Coast"!
At this moment, under the light and shadow of the mountains, in the warm harbor, and under the watchful eyes of the Walker tribe more than a thousand meters on the shore, a truly huge fleet is about to set sail again!