When Chief Checheba appeared in front of Liu Zhenming again, he had already put on a colorful eagle feather crown on his head, and had several colorful patterns painted on his face. His son Cuscat was dressed similarly to him, except that he had an eagle feather crown.
Much smaller.
"Dear envoy of the gods, the entire tribe has gathered in front of the temple." Chief Checheba performed the most respected etiquette among Indians.
"You can call my name Liu Zhenming. Now that we are ready, let's set off." Liu Zhenming led the crowd out of the wooden house with a smile.
"Liu Zhenming!" Chinese came out of the mouths of several Indians, and the intonation seemed a little weird. From then on, there was a new word in the Indian language: Liu Zhenming. It means a noble person, a messenger of God.
Liu Zhenming adjusted his clothes to make himself look more majestic. The temple of the Sekwepike tribe is very influential among the surrounding Indians. Seventeen surrounding Indian tribes will come during important Indian festivals.
worship.
The temple is built of stone and is square. In Liu Zhenming's eyes, it still looks very simple, but it is the most majestic building in the Sekwepike tribe. All other buildings in the Sekwepike tribe are made of wood.
of.
In front of the temple, all the people from the Sekwepike tribe gathered together. Most of them made themselves colorful, as if they were celebrating a festival. There were also piles of firewood among the crowd. It seemed that when night fell,
Sometimes, there will be celebrations here.
When Chief Checheba led Liu Zhenming with a respectful look, all the Indians began to whisper. A pair of eyes looked at him with disbelief or doubt. Liu Zhenming guessed that the protagonist they were talking about must be
Own.
Liu Zhenming, who walked through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, was certainly shocked by this scene. In Liu Zhenming's opinion, the resistance of Indians was much stronger than that of black people, otherwise there would not be so many Indians dying in the Western
Even under the knife and gun, Westerners would not abandon the near and far away and bring black people from Africa to serve as slaves.
Even if they are used as cannon fodder, Indians are better than black people. What's more, Liu Zhenming does not believe that some Indians cannot be trained into modern warriors.
When they reached the stone steps in front of the temple, except for Chief Checheba and Kuscat, the other Indians stopped. Seeing this, Liu Zhenming also asked Li Weihan and others to stand below.
The three of them walked up the steps step by step. Liu Zhenming deliberately let out the fierce fighting spirit in his heart. Chicheba and Kuscart unknowingly stepped aside slightly, bending their bodies slightly, as if for Liu Zhenming.
Just like clearing the way.
Liu Zhenming could feel that the thing in the temple was attracting him more and more strongly, but he did not rush to find the thing for the time being. Instead, he walked up the steps and stood at the door of the temple. He turned around and stood there.
He stood straight and looked at all the Indians below.
Checheba and Kuscart stood behind him, standing silently on both sides.
"Descendants of Ancestor Pangu!" Liu Zhenming's eyes were like lightning, and murderous intent was looming on his body. The light in his eyes flashed, and his eyes were as bright as the scorching sun above nine heavens. He swept over the Indians below one by one, and everyone was hit.
, I felt like I had become a transparent person, my whole body was being seen through, and I quietly closed my mouth.
There is a kind of communication that does not require language, this is momentum!
When Liu Zhenming paused, Cuscat translated into the Indian language.
"We are on the verge of extinction. The white people used cannons to occupy piece after piece of our land and drove us from the fertile plains to the barren mountainous areas. However, their footsteps still did not stop. Even in the barren mountainous areas,
They will not let it go. One day, we will have no place to stand, and our descendants will disappear on this land."...
The Indians' mood suddenly became extremely heavy. It was obvious that Liu Zhenming's words had reached the depths of their hearts. They all changed from just watching the fun to becoming serious.
"Warriors, it's time to rise up and fight. If you don't resist, you will only perish! Under the guidance of our ancestor Pangu, we will take back our lost lands! Follow the pace of our ancestors' fighting and eliminate those white people one by one!"
Liu Zhenming shouted: "Come for victory!"
A saber appeared in his hand. Liu Zhenming slowly pulled out the saber. The sword flashed in all directions, shining brightly in the sun, which was breathtaking.
"With the weapons given by Pangu ancestors, victory will not be too far away! I feel the blood boiling in your bodies. I use the weapons given by ancestors to pierce the chests of the white people fiercely and tell them who is the best.
They are the masters of this continent, warriors!"
"fighting!"
Liu Zhenming gave a deep roar, as deep as a tiger's roar, with extraordinary power and shocking eardrums. All the Indians were fascinated by it for a moment. At this moment, all the characters became dim, and even the sun became gloomy.
In the entire venue, all the light was focused on Liu Zhenming.
"Fight!" Kuscat breathed heavily and roared angrily.
"Fight!" Chief Checheba's clenched lips suddenly opened and he exhaled, his whole body full of strength.
"Fight!" A shocking cry erupted from the depths of the Indians' souls below.
Liu Zhenming turned around with a calm demeanor, vowing to beat the Rockies, and the majesty of the pitcher's movements made people dare not look at him.
"Send the weapons given by the ancestors into the temple!" Liu Zhenming made the request while the Indians were still in shock.
At this time, Chief Checheba was still able to say no and replied respectfully: "Yes!"
Before the Indians below the temple woke up, Liu Zhenming slowly walked into the temple under the leadership of Checheba.
The more Liu Zhenming walked in, the more he could feel his heart beating like a drum.
The walls inside the temple are painted with pictures of various colors, including scenes of hunting, scenes of dancing around the fire, and many more.
The mottled murals and ancient atmosphere all make this place look mysterious.
At the very front of the temple, there is a high stone platform. On top of the stone platform, there is a round round red stone with exquisite carvings.
Liu Zhenming guessed that this should be the sun. Indians have various beliefs, but most of them worship natural gods and ancestors. Of course, natural gods must bring sunshine to the sun.
What makes Liu Zhenming strange is that the feeling in his heart does not come from the red stone on the stone platform, but from the stone platform.
"Dear envoy of the gods, the sun god that was made of gold was snatched away by the white people. What is now on top was made fifty years ago." Cuscat looked at the red stone with a sad expression.
"Place the weapons given by the ancestors in front of the Sun God." Liu Zhenming said calmly. He had no intention of changing these people's worship of the sun. Anyway, the Indians believed in many gods. All he had to do was add an ancestor, Pangu.
"yes!"
Chief Checheba is not only the leader of this tribe, but also a sacrificial being. He respectfully holds a saber and a pistol in both hands, chants words, sings and dances, and performs ancient rituals.
Just when the chief was paying homage, Liu Zhenming's feeling in his heart became so strong that he almost wanted to step forward desperately and split open the stone platform with a knife to see what was inside.
However, he still resisted the impulse, and instead carefully observed the high stone platform. This stone platform was more like a stone pillar, like a mushroom. There was a platform on the stone pillar that was wider than the pillar body.
Somewhat strange.
Due to its age, moss has grown on some parts of this stone platform, and a lot of gravel has peeled off from underneath. This stone pillar is not very big. Liu Zhenming believes that it can be smashed into pieces with just one kick.
The Indians will not clean these, because they believe that the stone platform is sacred, and no matter what grows on it or what happens, they will not interfere.
The ceremony between Checheba and his son seemed to be coming to an end. They carefully held their weapons and stepped forward, tiptoeing, to put them on the stone platform.
When Liu Zhenming saw the pebbles on the ground, he suddenly felt something in his heart. When they were not paying attention, he chose a large pebble, and then secretly kicked it hard into the calf of Cuscat, who was walking behind.
The slight noise did not alarm the two of them. Kuscart was attacked, his legs softened, he staggered, screamed softly, and fell onto Checheba, who was standing in front of the stone pillar.
The two of them rushed forward uncontrollably. The sudden change left them no time to react. The stone pillar grew bigger and bigger in their horrified eyes, and then with a bang, the two of them collided with it.