Aztec Eternals

The European situation in 1495 was changing rapidly, and almost all the kings and archdukes focused their attention on the Italian peninsula, the center of the Catholic world.

The French army quickly moved south and reached northern Italy and Rome in three months. Naples, where the French army's front line reached, was already collapsed under the attack of the vanguard of the army. The swift French cavalry corps, assisted by the siege artillery, seemed so powerful that there was no opponent!

The young King Charles of France was in high spirits, leading the knights to line up and head high into the non-resistance Romagna, like a parade of military parade. The authority of the Roman Catholic Church fell! The flames of war that Pope Alexander VI stirred up with greed and secular power not only burned the Pope's divinity and reputation, but also had long been beyond his control.

Faced with the rapid advance of the French army, the Sicilians fled, and the Venetians were shocked. In fear and fear, they activated the most powerful "golden weapon"! The envoys of the city-state republic brought debts and gold coins and began to "call" to form an alliance. The debt-ridden Iberian kings had to be pulled in, the impoverished Holy Roman princes had to be pulled in, and mercenary groups from all over the country had to be hired, the more the better. Amid the powerful "spending of money" by the Venetians, a holy alliance against France was rapidly taking shape!

In the Holy Roman Empire, Archduke Maximilian of Austria was also paying close attention to everything about the Italian war, showing his vigilance and hostility towards France. Of course, he was a wonderful knight monarch who was better at continuing his bloodline in addition to fighting. As the patriarch of the Habsburg family, he once again seized the opportunity given by the Lord, married Milan and Aragon at the same time, spread across Europe, and wrote the legend of the "lower body castle".

However, no matter how the Italian war situation develops, no matter how this long war repeats, there is an inevitable result that has been determined in advance: that is, as the center of the battlefield of brutal fighting, the divided Italian states will inevitably become the price of this war!

Just as the Italian poets of this era described, the prosperity of the Renaissance came to an abrupt end, and the prosperous era of the Italian states leading the European continent would be gone forever with the fall of the Roman Church.

"Quante calamità, quante ruine portate dalle armi straniere sulla terra che fu culla di civiltà e d'arte... How many disasters, how much destruction, are foreign weapons brought to this land that was once the cradle of civilization and art!..."

When the war in northern Italy at more than 40 degrees north latitude continued, and ships were shuttling back and forth in ports along the coast, on the other side of the world, the Ezo Sea at the same latitude had already been covered with drifting ice for thousands of miles.

From north to south, the Siberian icy wind froze the earth, and the Kuril cold current brought the coldness of the coast. Kamikawafu Port on the south coast of Sakhalin Island has been completely frozen, and the same is true for Kitayo Kanumabu on the north coast of Ezo. In the central and western part of Ezo, Kitayukanhamabu, where three Japanese merchant ships were docked, was the barely passable end of the northern seas, and it was also the place where the kingdom and the Tendai sect envoys met.

"Buddha's blessing! The frozen Ezo Sea, the white mountains and rivers that I thought I would soon leave, are once again facing me! In this world, it is really hard to end the worldly ties, and it is hard to find peace... Ezo and the Shanta Golden Tribe! This trip is getting more and more muddy, and I finally stepped into it~~"

Tendai disciple Morino Kiyoshi sighed long, and the icy wind fluttered on his sighing face. Then, wearing a dark senior monk robe, he took Matsushita Shojiro who bowed his head and followed him, and the nervous Yaju monk, and boarded the coast of Ezo from the Benzai ship loaded with goods.

Yes, his identity this time was no longer a wealthy merchant of rice, but an envoy of the Tendai sect to redeem people. Interestingly, although he took off his merchant clothes and put on monk robes, the knife-wielding guards on his ship took off their Tendai monk robes and changed into ronin warriors. Even the Tendai sect prayer flags on the ship were all put away, just like an ordinary merchant ship.

"Buddha! Is this the Ainu village? Well, this piece of wooden fences and wooden houses is indeed quite simple!..."

Mori No Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes and looked at the Kanhamabu village in the snow. The previous gold transactions were all conducted in the harbor of the Shiribetsu River in the south. This was indeed his first time to come to this large Ainu village. And now that he appeared here, it meant that the trading distance he had carefully maintained with the Shantaar Gold Tribe had disappeared. He was drawn into a deeper vortex, and became more entangled with the Golden Tribe of Shantaar...

"Haha! Sen, my friend, you finally came as promised! I have been waiting for you for several days... Is everything going well on this trip north?..."

Zuwaro, wearing a fur coat, opened his arms and walked out of the longhouse of the village enthusiastically. Beside him, followed the chief priest Luo Shanda, the warrior captain Tami Cao, the vanguard captain Fushan, the priest Ali, the priest Ryuzoji Jiahong, and the chief of the Hanbin tribe, Beiyu Hebin.

All the important leaders of the kingdom in the West Sea appeared here. In the village of Beiyu tribe, nearly two hundred kingdom warriors had been arranged in advance, but most of them did not show up. It can be said that the kingdom's attention to this meeting has reached the highest level!

"Yes! Zu, my friend, we meet again! Everything went smoothly on the trip north this time. We did not stop at Shengshan Pavilion, but went around it from a distance... When I said goodbye, I didn't expect to see you again so soon! The powerful strength of your tribe is really amazing!..."

Morino Kiyoshi stood at the port and was warmly hugged by Zuwaro, smiling and shaking his head.

These "Golden Mountain Tatar Tribe" and "East Sea Glue Survivors" have a rough custom of hugging each other, which is too obvious with the northern barbarian style, which is really embarrassing. If the Golden Mountain Tatar Clan wants to use the name of the Shibo Clan in the future, this habit of entertaining guests should be carefully changed...

Thinking of this, Morino Kiyoshi sighed again, pointed to the two ocean-covering ships anchored at the port, and smiled bitterly.

"Ancestor! You really made me suffer from this! The ship that I lost before was actually "invited" away by you, along with the people... You know, the goods and craftsmen on this ship cost me hundreds of kilograms of gold, and I was blamed by the sect! And my old friend, the former head of the Kakizaki clan, Xin Guanggong, also suffered heavy losses because of this missing ship..."

"Haha! I'm so sorry! Mori, didn't I know you when I hijacked the ship?... Don't worry! We are friends, real friends! I will compensate you for the loss of this ship!... Come, come! Come to the long house and sit down, let's drink together!"

Zuwaro laughed heartily, admitted the old account, and was ready to use "money" to write off the past. Isn't it just a hundred kilograms of gold? The kingdom is not short of money, but only a way to spend it! And now, this big businessman in Kinki is the most reliable way to spend money, which can turn useless "gold" into real good things!

"Ancestor! Don't rush to drink... I came here this time with three ships full of goods according to your request. Two of them are 800 shi of rice, and the other is 1,000 jin of gunpowder, plus 2,000 jin of salt!"

"Praise the Lord! These 800 shi of rice and 2,000 jin of salt are really timely! Well, there is only 1,000 jin of gunpowder?"

"Yes! Salt and rice are easy to raise. But gunpowder is not easy to purchase, and it is rarely circulated in the market. It is indeed expensive and troublesome... Even with the ability of the rice house, it can only raise so much in a hurry! In fact, once you buy too much of this thing, it will be very If it is conspicuous, it will not only be easy for people to raise the price, but also easy to attract attention..."

"In the current situation, there are only two ways to obtain gunpowder in large quantities and stably. One is to contact merchants in Sakai Port or Kyushu to get saltpeter from overseas. The other is to rely on the influence of my Tiantai Sect on the believers in the village, send down the Buddha's will, and rely on tens of thousands of believers to collect saltpeter in various villages and towns... But this kind of big move is still not easy for me with my status in the Tiantai Sect, and it is far less convenient than the monk Juehui..."

Moriye Kiyoshi stood in place and brought the topic to the main business of this trip in a few words. He looked around, lowered his voice, and asked with a complicated expression.

"Ancestor, these three ships of cargo and the people on board are all handed over to you... I wonder if the monk Juehui is safe?..."

"Haha! With the Lord's blessing, he is very good! He eats venison and fish soup with big mouthfuls on weekdays, and the spicier the food, the better. In the past few months, he has eaten several kilograms of my spices alone, and always asks us for divine cigarettes. After he is full and drunk, he closes his eyes and meditates and chants, not making any noise at all, and even gets fat... And now, he is meditating in a hut in the village, and he doesn't know about your coming!"

Speaking of this "big monk", Zuwaro's mouth corners raised, and he was a little impressed. It's not that he admires anything else, but that the big monk can be clear-minded and calm no matter what bad things he has done, how big the trouble is, and what kind of bad situation he is in! As long as the knife is not on his neck, the other party is completely like a "priest elder", eating and drinking when he should, and not taking anything to heart.

"Buddha! Juehui, this guy, actually ate venison and broke the meat precepts? And smoked the magic cigarette? Uh... that strange magic cigarette is really unforgettable..."

"Asshole, this damn asshole! He caused such a big disaster, lost 500 monks at a time, made me run around, couldn't sleep well every night, and had to clean up his ass... He is so good! He is also enjoying being a prisoner... What a bastard!"

Morino Kiyoshi was speechless for a moment, and hated it so much. Zuvaro joked for a while and returned to the topic. He looked serious, looked at the docked Japanese ship, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mori! According to the agreement, I will return this elder priest Juehui to you. And the two nobles of the Japanese clan, descendants of the Shiba gods, that you are going to bring?"

"Xiangjiro! You go on board in person and invite Young Master Rongdong and Princess Yue! And invite those Shiba retainers as well, and hand them over to the Shanta warriors!"

"Hi!"

Matsushita Xiangjiro bowed deeply, his expression extremely solemn, and his body trembling slightly. He knew that what he was about to do was related to the continuation and succession of the noble samurai family, what a "big deal"! His steps were almost stiff, like a wooden man, and he got on the boat one by one.

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After a while, accompanied by the chaotic, angry, and unwilling shouts of the Shiba retainers, two young boys and girls in Japanese noble costumes, led by Xiangjiro and accompanied by the "merchant samurai", walked slowly and uncomfortably.

The boy walking in front was pale, holding something like a wooden sign in his hands, his fingers tightly clenched. The girl walking behind was wearing a plain-colored suede, holding a narrow wooden box tightly, as if holding her last resort. She half lowered her head, revealing only half of her snow-white face, staring at the thick-soled wooden shoes under her feet with fear, and her white socks were stained with pink snow.

"Lord God bless, it is indeed the boy who made tea! Shibo Rongdong... huh? What is the wooden sign in his arms? There are so many words written on it?"

Zuwaro's eyes flashed, and he carefully read the clan card in Shibo Rongdong's hand. He could barely understand most of the Chinese characters on it, but he didn't quite understand the meaning.

"The fifth lower middle minister, Kenfu-taisai, Saemon-daime, Owari-no-kami... the ancestor of the Sasaki clan... Ashikaga Ieji? There's a 'two' pattern painted next to it?..."

"Oh! Is this the altar for worshipping ancestors? Ashikaga? Ashikaga! This name sounds familiar... Oh, right! The shogunate's great Teratoani seems to have the last name 'Ashikaga'?..."

Zuwaro was thoughtful and silent. Sasaki Eidō looked pale, looked at the horribly simple Ezo village, and then looked at the tall and barbaric Yamata warriors, and his whole body trembled.

This was simply a nightmare experience! The young boy, full of hope to revive his family, boarded the Tendai clan's fleet and went to the desolate Ezo to open up. As a result, what he arrived with great anticipation was not the rumored "barren but promising Japanese land", but the "truly barbaric Ezo village". What greeted him was not "the Takeda of Kakizaki who respected the Kanrei and intermarried", but "the truly barbaric and brutal Yamantari"!

"Merciful Buddha! Rongdong, I know you resent me for bringing you to such a wild northern Ezo... But as the last bloodline entrusted to the Tendai Sect by Lord Yilian, you need to cheer up like a real samurai! Since you are a samurai, how can you not endure these hardships and difficulties? The family of the Echizen Sasaki family is on your and Echizen's shoulders!..."

In the snowstorm of Ezo, at the port of the village, Morino Kiyoshi looked sad and sincere, comforting the boy's heart. He pressed the boy's shoulders hard, stared into his timid eyes, and said seriously like a truly generous elder.

"Buddha bless you! The sect sent you to Ezo and asked the shogunate for the position of Ezo guardian for you. It can be said that we have done our utmost... And I handed you over to the Golden Clan because I found the only and best way for the continuation and revival of your Sasaki clan!"

"Rongdong! The Kakizaki clan only has a few thousand stones and two or three hundred samurai, barely able to gain a foothold in the land of Wa. How can their strength compare to the powerful and wealthy Golden Clan? The Golden Clan not only has thousands of armored warriors and hundreds of cavalry, but also has ships full of gold! Such a powerful force is almost equal to a 100,000 stone daimyo! And at this moment, the last remnant of the Sasaki clan, with only a dozen followers, 's retainers, what better choice is there? ..."

"What's more, the powerful Shantar Golden Clan is also willing to support the Shiba clan! As long as you and Yue Ji marry into the Golden Clan and follow the arrangements of the Golden Chieftain... As long as the blood is integrated, the brand new Shiba clan will be reborn in the Ezo Jedi! And the power of the Shantars and the Ezo people will also bring the Shiba clan infinite possibilities of hope, and one day, you can even retake your protected territory in Echizen!"

"Rongdong, you must remember my words and think about them over and over again. And now, the most important thing you should do is... Come! Pay respect to my best friend, your adoptive father, and the honorable Golden Chieftain Zuwaro as an adopted son! ..."