Aztec Eternals

The hot summer day in August raises the temperature of the sea water. A powerful tropical depression finally formed over the Atlantic Ocean and moved from east to west. At this time, Cuba and the Caribbean islands are located at about 20 degrees north latitude, which is the main area swept by tropical cyclones!

Therefore, the next month will be the month of storms. The whistling and galloping winds brought heavy rain and terrible thunderstorms, and the sky on the entire coast of Cuba fell into a long-term haze. The abundant and long-lasting rainfall has also caused the water level of the river to skyrocket. The muddy flood, carrying the reddish sand, rushed down violently, submerging the low-lying areas along the river, and even the crocodiles in the river fled to the shore for shelter.

"Well, the precipitation on the island of Cuba is at least twice that of the Mexica Valley. The width of the river channel will expand sharply during the peak of the rainy season, and the low-lying wetlands will also become lakes. So, before the large-scale construction of reservoirs, Both settlements and farmland should be built on high places close to the river, and the impact of floods must be taken into account. The newly-built Tiewan Town has to be moved two or three miles to the high places in the south.”

The wind and rain swayed, hitting the coir raincoat, making a crackling sound. Priest Tomat stood on the high ground outside Mayali village with bright eyes. He observed the situation of the river in the east of the village, and made slight adjustments to the next city construction plan. Of course, he also left two scouts in the iron mine area to investigate. More specific hydrological information will have to wait for the scouts to bring back.

"Witness of the Lord God! When the storm comes, the fleet must dock. If we take a certain risk, we may have a chance to surprise the enemy who is difficult to catch at sea."

The heavy rain fell straight down, as if it had become a rain curtain. Priest Tomat looked towards the sea, only seeing a few long boats floating faintly on the sea in the rain.

It's the time of the storm, and it's the wildest time in the Caribbean. On such days, for a full one or two months, all fleets must lie down in the harbor. Whether it is the longboats of the Alliance, or the canoes of the Taino and Siguayu, or even more distant and powerful invaders, it is difficult to brave the roaring wind and waves. But from a military point of view, this time can also be a good opportunity for some kind of surprise attack, even if the cost is high.

Priest Tomat fell into deep thought about the opportunity, until the faint shouts in the village woke him up from his thoughts. He listened for a while, but it was Puap's loud and loud voice, which was sternly yelling at the Taino militiamen who were in training.

"Well, this guy, if he can obey orders without getting confused, he will be an outstanding and brave officer of the kingdom."

Priest Tomat looked towards the village with a smile on his face. There is nothing to do in the heavy rain season, so the warriors of the kingdom live in the village. Their daily life is to train Taino men during the day and appease Taino women at night. It is estimated that in a few months, many warriors and sailors will have to become fathers.

"Taino people are used to group raising, and the concept of marriage is not too strong. But for the Kingdom, if they want to win the hearts of the warriors and let them settle in Cuba, the best way is to let them start a family and start a business! Wait a few days, I have to mention to Chief Splash, hold a collective wedding witnessed by the main god, let the warriors marry the Taino women they like!"

Priest Tomat stroked his chin, thinking about how to persuade Chief Splash to agree. After the wedding, it is natural not to keep the warriors of the kingdom here, but to take the Taino women away and become the first batch of local tribes to join Iron Bay Town.

"Well, there is no shadow of Tiewan Town, so there is no rush for now. All plans need to show force first, and fight the Siguayu people! Regarding conversion, the attitude of Chief Splash has been a little loose recently, and some seem specious. I have to often Go find him!"

Interesting to say, after the long talk that day, Chief Splash's attitude gradually changed. The chief was even willing to bear his temper and listened carefully to Priest Tomat's explanation of the scriptures to understand the myths and epics of the main god. However, every time Priest Tomat proposes a formal conversion, Chief Splash will divert the topic and never respond positively.

But in the eyes of Priest Tomat, this is a good trend. He is going to work harder to develop Chief Splash, who has a gentle personality, into the first Chief Taino who converts to the Lord God!

"Well, we must find a way to convert the chief to the Lord God! I still have to find someone to figure out how to plan."

Priest Tomat raised his head slightly, watching the torrential rain become smaller and the sky gradually darken. Soon, he decided to return to the village. On the way back, he stepped on the muddy soft soil and thought of another problem.

"It's so strange! Captain Chivaco said he would go out to investigate in the morning, but he didn't come back all day, and he didn't know what he was doing."

On stormy days, it doesn't stop falling all the time. It's more rainy every day and little rain every day. And when the heavy rain subsided the next day, Chivaco, an old militiaman who was missed by others, was in high spirits. He took his apprentice Dark Snake and sailor Didi two oil bottles, and together with the guide Heishi of the Maria Department, they went on a journey in the 20th century. Fishing upstream from villages many miles away.

The upper reaches of Maria Village are close to the mountains. There is not only a water inlet where the small river flows into, but also a large lake in the valley, Rio Mayarí, which is forty or fifty miles long. There are several Taino built fishing huts along the lake, and there are mountains for shelter from the wind. When the storm is howling, this slightly quiet estuary is indeed a comfortable place.

"Dark Snake, Didi, let me tell you, come out with me to fish and learn some crafts to support your family. It's better than you staying in the village and watching the warriors messing around every day! You are still young, you have to grow up for another two years, don't Hurry to make a fool of yourself, actually, if you talk about it, that’s the way it is! Remember, don’t listen to Puapu’s nonsense! How can you come out to fish for such a shitty thing about men and women?”

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, carried a simple fishing rod and walked steadily on the muddy ground with bare feet. He babbled, his old face turned into a flower with a smile. Both Dark Snake and Didi carried straw baskets containing fish on their backs, dejectedly and weakly followed Father to do "more interesting" things in the mountains.

"After the torrential rain, the water level has risen, the river has become anxious, and the water has become mixed. But it is the best time for fishing!"

The old militiaman smiled and pointed to the river mouth ahead. That is the place where rivers and lakes meet, the terrain is narrow, but the water flow is turbulent. According to the experience of the old militiamen, there is no need to look at it at all, it must be a good fishing spot.

"Look, the water brings the fish down. As long as it is blocked, there must be fish! A lake as big as the upper reaches flows through the lumps of the mountain pass. The fish gather together, which is easy to catch. Just throw There are rods! Also, the river is mixed with sand, and the fish float up, so the line doesn’t need to be deep.”

Chivako stretched out his hand and danced happily. After all, Dark Snake and Didi are still teenagers, affected by Dad's emotions, they quickly cheered up. The four of them found a bay for fishing at the mouth of the river and lake. As a result, after the fishing started, the old militiaman's smile froze, and sweat soon appeared on his forehead.

"Wow!"

Taino's guide, Heishi, jumped into the bay, groped for a while at the mouth of the river, and happily picked up a big fish.

"Big one! Big one! Another big one!"

The old militiaman looked up, his face twitching. This big fish is as long as an arm, and it is estimated to weigh at least ten catties! At this moment, the big fish was out of the water and was struggling desperately in the arms of the guide Heishi, but couldn't break free. If you look carefully, it is said to be a big fish, but it is actually two big fish, one big and one small.

The smaller one was a remora with a line, or twine, tied to its body. One end of the hemp rope was being wrapped around the arm of the guide Heishi. On the other end of the hemp rope, the sucker on the head of the remora fish is firmly sucking the side of the big fish, so that the big fish that is good at swimming can't escape no matter what.

This fishing method is exactly what the Taino people are famous for! You don't even need a fishing rod, just rely on the active adsorption of fish to catch big fish in the lake. Relying on this unique skill of "fishing with fish", the guide Heishi only took two quarters of an hour to catch eight or nine big fish in this crowded estuary, even filling the straw baskets.

Dark Snake blinked his eyes, then looked at the captain's daddy's fish basket, there were only a few small fish.

"Father, your words are much, much better than Heishi's. But your fish are much, much less than his."

"Ahem! That's because, that's because Heishi always goes into the water, scaring my fish away."

Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco blushed, and he was really a little helpless. He "coughed" twice and tried to explain a few words, but saw the guide Heishi coming back from the water again, holding a huge round shell in his arms.

Then, Heishi Han smiled, walked up to Chivako, and put the heavy round shell at the feet of the old militiaman. It turned out that this time the fish was attracted by a big blue turtle.

"This, the biggest one, is for you!"

The guide Heishi blinked innocent eyes, smiled and pointed to the big blue turtle. Then, he pointed to the three fish baskets behind the old militiaman.

"Here, lend me one. Mine is full!"

The old militiaman was dumbfounded, staring at the big turtle under his feet, and then at the empty fish basket. He finally couldn't help it, and jumped to curse.

"Blind God!."

The day was getting dark and the day's fishing was over. The old militia released the big turtle and looked at the four full fish baskets. Three and a half of them were caught by Heishi alone.

In addition to the amazing fishing, the guide Heishi also showed another unique skill, which is to use slightly poisonous senna hemp fish. He tossed handfuls of chopped senna leaves into the mouth of the river, where the fish that gathered would eat them. After a while, a dozen or twenty motionless and anesthetized fish floated up on the water.

Heishi picked and picked, only picked up the big adult fish, and left the small juvenile fish alone. After a few minutes, the anesthesia passed, and the rest of the fish quickly returned to normal.

"Blind God! This kind of fishing method is not a Taino, it's better to call it a murloc."

The old militiaman clicked his tongue, but he felt a little admiration in his heart. He settled down and asked Heishi for advice on fishing skills. After fishing for another day, he felt that he had gained a lot. It wasn't until the scouts sent by Priest Tomat found the fishing hut by the lake that he reluctantly ended the "investigation" and returned to the village in Mayari with a full catch.