Aztec Eternals

The subsequent contact between the Kingdom of Portugal and the Marion tribe seemed to be more "friendly" and "smooth". After receiving the sharp scimitar, the natives sent a small amount of dried fish, some cassava flour, and once again, two small pieces of gold dust!

"Lord! There must be more gold in this native tribe, more shiny, beautiful, and valuable gold!..."

Although the second time the gold dust appeared, it added up to less than 100 grams. But all the sailors realized, or fantasized, that there was more gold in the native village!

You know, a Cruzado "Crusader" gold coin minted by the Kingdom of Portugal is only 3.55 grams. And the more than 100 grams of gold exchanged in these two times is worth at least 40 gold coins! If it is divided by head, then everyone can get one, enough to eat and drink for a month in the sailor area of ​​​​Lisbon Port, with whale meat and beer! …

The shining gold, like a shining "magnet", firmly attracted the "iron slag" sailors, making everyone reluctant to leave. After two time-consuming and laborious encounters, the sunset had already fallen into the west sea, and it was about to get dark.

The native tribes on the shore seemed to have let down their guard. Most of their mobilized militias had been disbanded and were busy in the village as usual. Smoke from cooking rose from all over the village, bringing the aroma of food that made people's mouths water. And in the aroma of these foods, there seemed to be some spices, which particularly tempted the glutton in the stomach.

"Capitan Chief! The native chief on the shore sent an envoy! He said that the chief liked our weapons very much! The chief wanted more weapons, and he also had more yellow stones that the fleet liked..."

"Ah? This is... He actually invited us to land! He said that we are welcome to go to the village and have a delicious dinner together! There will also be passionate women!..."

". Gold, dinner and women?!"

Hearing such a tempting invitation, the sailors of the fleet all showed joy on their faces and were quite impatient. Bruno was also stunned, looking at the simple and kind face of the messenger, hesitant and undecided.

But soon, reason overcame the temptation of gold. Bruno smiled and resolutely rejected the messenger of the native chief, and sent someone to send the messenger away. Then, he looked around at all the crew members on the boat, with a serious expression, and emphasized discipline again!

"God is my witness! This is a powerful tribe of natives! Although they seem to have no ill intentions and hope to trade with us... but once you leave the ship and go ashore! Your life and death will be in the hands of others!"

"Think about their number, and then think about our number! They not only have shining gold, but also metal weapons that shine with cold light, and heavy bows that look large! Once they go ashore, they suddenly attack, and none of you will survive!..."

"Listen to my orders! No one can get off the ship, let alone contact with the natives privately! Tell Silveira that if he dares to disobey orders, I will report his guilt directly to King Joao and General Nuno!..."

"Sailors raise the sails! The fleet sails into the deep sea, at least half a league (5 kilometers) from the shore! Then anchor! Take turns to keep watch at night, be alert to the natives' small boats!..."

Soon, under the golden sunset, the Portuguese fleet raised the sails and left the native village with gold. But the gold that has been revealed is like a rotten egg with cracks, which attracts greedy flies the most and lingers around.

The new anchorage is not far away, and a faint smoke rises from the kitchen on the ship. The chef throws the food given by the natives into the pot, pours sea water, puts in messy kelp, and then cooks it into a paste. Then, Bruno squinted his eyes, first scooped two spoonfuls with an iron plate, and put it in front of the coolie sailor A Yue with a smile.

"God bless! Food, given to you, eat!..."

The coolie sailor A Yue raised his head and looked at the smiling captain and the other's hand on the sword. Then, he looked around and saw that the other captured native coolies also had the same food and were forced by the fierce sailors. He pursed his lips, tremblingly picked up the iron plate, grabbed some paste with his hands and put it to his mouth...

"Eat it! Eat! Swallow!!..."

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A Yue gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stuffed the paste into his mouth. The familiar taste of cassava lingered in his mouth, but there was no special feeling, only some fishy smell of dried fish. And such a simple fish paste was the best thing he had eaten during his days of captivity! He was stunned for a moment, then "woohoo" and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. Even if he was poisoned to death today, he would die a full ghost!

"Burp!..."

".?..."

Bruno waited patiently for a long time until A Yue burped after eating, and there was no sign of poisoning. He was relieved and secretly laughed at his own suspicion. With the ignorance of the native tribe here, how could they make any poison, and they were not afraid of boiling in a big pot of sea water? ...

Well, not necessarily! After all, the more primitive Caribbean tribes had created a powerful poison that was extremely rare in the entire Catholic world, the "Medusa Arrow Poison" that could paralyze people to death! …

"God bless us and give us enough food to fill our stomachs! Let's eat, and rest early after eating! Take turns to be on guard... Tomorrow morning, we will contact this large tribe of natives with gold!... No one is allowed to sneak off the ship!..."

The moon rose and set, and the night was peaceful and uneventful. On the second day, the Portuguese fleet returned to the Marion tribe and once again made contact to "deepen friendship". Bruno sent Haroldo and Shushu again, thanked the natives for the food yesterday, and generously presented a set of refined leather armor!

This leather armor is a typical traditional Portuguese style. It is divided into two layers, the inner layer is linen cloth armor, and the outer layer is hardened cowhide leather armor, which is thickened and bulged at the shoulders. And matching it, there are also dome-shaped leather helmets with thin straps to cover the ears, leg armor that goes over the thigh, and even arm armor to protect the forearm.

In fact, if a steel chest plate is added to the front of the leather armor, or scale armor is used instead of leather, it is the standard "Portuguese sergeant" equipment, which is roughly equivalent to the centurion of the army. And if all the leather armor is replaced with iron armor, and the arm armor and leg armor are lengthened, it is the most powerful combat force in Europe at this time, the full armor knight's suit!

"Capitang leader! The chieftain of the natives really, really, really likes this leather armor! He specially sent his most trusted chieftain to thank us! They also brought some gifts that we will definitely like, more shiny yellow stones!..."

Shushu stuttered, translating the messenger's words to the boatswain Haroldo next to him.

The venue for the meeting between the two sides was still the beach by the sea, with two people on each side. Among the messengers on the opposite side, there was a man wearing a feather crown, wearing brightly dyed leather armor, and a golden axe on his waist. He was an important Taino chieftain at first glance!

"Huh? This chieftain's axe? This color, is it bronze?... It's really strange, it seems that the chieftains with noble status here all use bronze weapons?..."

Haroldo smiled with his fat face, blinking his eyes, staring at the tribal chieftain who was in the lead. The other party's strong and powerful arms, tall and majestic stature, and particularly complicated facial tattoos, at first glance, are very capable of fighting, and are a formidable warrior!

However, Shushu's eyes moved, but he passed by the Taino chief in the lead, and looked at the ordinary militiaman following behind. Although the other party was dressed in Taino tribal attire, his figure was inconspicuous, and his appearance was also ordinary... but he always gave him a very strange feeling. He looked carefully for a long time, and always felt that the face did not look like the face of the Taino tribe! The indescribable difference in expression, if it was not the Taino people themselves, could not be distinguished at all!

Seeing Shushu's scrutiny, the "ordinary militiaman" smiled slightly and nodded to him, but did not speak. This smile seemed very peaceful, and seemed to be full of deep meaning, with some inexplicable warnings, or perhaps Shushu thought too much...

Shushu pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, and never looked at the militiaman again. He tried his best to translate the conversation between Haroldo and the chief, keeping a respectful smile on his face, but his heart was full of thoughts.

"Ancestor! ... That smile, that militiaman... Could it be? ... Could it be...?"

"If it is true... Should I... Should I... Say it...?..."