Chapter 1020 The Surprise of the Itelmen Hunter, the Powerful Island Department, Enemy or Friend?

"Praise be to the supreme Lord God! Praise be to His Majesty inspired by God!..."

"Wow! The main god is very high, in the sky! The great chief is very high, on the top of the peak!..."

"The sacred mountain of the ancestors, sits the Great God! His eldest son is the Great Chief!..."

The red sun is setting to the west, and the sky is getting dark. On the Kamchatka Peninsula in November, it gets dark very early, and the temperature at night will drop to a few degrees below zero. The kingdom warriors and tribal sailors on the longship gathered around the lit bonfire, ate meat and soup, and praised and prayed loudly. All kinds of shouts and songs are floating on the cold seashore. Although the languages ​​of the sailors are not the same, but at this moment their joy, their dancing and dancing, are all from the heart and expressive!

Of course, on this cold and unknown coast, whether it is a stout kingdom warrior or a tall tribal sailor, they all maintain the most basic vigilance. They wore thick leather armor and soft furs, and the bronze axes on their waists were never removed.

And all of this was seen, heard, and even smelled by the two Itelmen hunters lurking in the grass!

"Suck!...Cuckoo!...What kind of meat is this? Such a deer is so attractive, it smells hot?...Hey! The fire they use to cook soup is so big, why doesn't it seem to be wood, it's...black stone ?…”

The hunter Mulu crouched among the grass, inhaled the smell of meat in the wind, couldn't help licking his lips, and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. These tribes don't know where they came from, they don't know what kind of broth they're cooking, they don't know how to save fuel...they smell like never before!

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't startle them!...The black stone for boiling soup?...Spicy soup! Coo!..."

The hunting captain bit his lip, looked at the soup pot on the campfire in the distance, and tried hard not to let the saliva stay. He didn't know his own luck, extraordinary luck recorded in history! They were the first people to smell the aroma of chili peppers in the vast Old Continent!

"Damn! They eat so much, we are still hungry, come out to investigate..."

For the Kanchajachu tribe, which lived on fishing and hunting, food and fuel in winter have always been in short supply. Even if the Mugou is the leader of the tribe's hunters, the second person in the tribe after the old grandmother, there will not be many opportunities to eat meat and soup like this.

"Yes. Captain, they were yelling happily. We lowered our voices and said, we must not be able to hear it... It's strange! I don't know which tribe these people are talking about. I can't understand a word!..."

"Hmm...the witness of the ancestors with spirits! Luba is indeed strange!..."

The hunting captain Mu Hound frowned, his pie-like face was full of doubts. Even though he hunted around and saw many tribes from the north and the south, he really couldn't figure out where the group of people in front of him came from.

"Those tall hunters, with big bows on their backs, look like the tents in the far north...but they don't have the prominent wing armor of the tents and deer, and they can't understand the language?..."

"Those warriors who are not tall all carry golden metal axes. Could it be the island that invaded from the south? But they are not as hairy as the island, and they are not as short... Well, the island has metal weapons and small boats, could it be It is the more southern and stronger Shimabe!…”

Thinking of this conjecture, the hunting captain, Mugou, pursed his lips, silently holding the sharpened flint ax at his waist, with a bit of murderous intent on his face. Hunter Mu Lu also untied the compound recurve bow on his back, and counted the number of bone arrows in his quiver.

Looking carefully, this composite bow has an obvious three-layer composite structure. The bow is made of black birch wood, the back of the bow is made of larch wood, the middle layer is made of deer tendons, and the three are carefully glued with fish skin glue. twisted, and the bow body has obvious recurve arc. This bow-making skill alone, from the technology diffusion of the nomadic tribes in North Asia for thousands of years, far exceeds the longbow of the kingdom!

"The spiritual ancestors testify! The metal axes should be made of copper, not iron... and the only ones who use copper weapons are the islands on the southern islands, who are constantly harassing our enemies!"

The hunting captain, Mu Gou, held the stone ax and touched the three stone javelins on his back, with a serious expression on his face. Before the arrival of the Russians in the 17th century, metal tools were rarely used in the tribes of Kamchatka. Most tribes use finely crafted bone and stone tools.

It is not that they have no chance to exchange for expensive ironware from the nomadic Ewen and Ewenki in the west. But for these extreme northern Asian tribes, unless it is high-quality steel that can withstand low temperature, ordinary iron tools are not suitable for the environment, and they are far less useful than stone tools!

Yes, in the winter that lasts for half a year, the southern tip of the Kamchatka Peninsula, which is often minus 10 to 20 degrees, or even the northern tip of the peninsula, which is minus 30 or 40 degrees, ordinary and inferior iron will become very fragile and easy to break. Bone and stone tools are durable. Therefore, whether it is Chukchi, Koryak, or Itelmen, metal utensils are rarely used in daily life.

Only the Ainu people living on the warmer islands in the south would learn to smelt and cast metals and use simple bronzes and irons from their gradual contact with the country. These metal-tool-wielding Ainu also harassed the tribal coast, attacked solitary hunters, and poached deer on tribal lands. In other words, the Ainu Islands are the enemies of the Itelmen Mountains!

"Mulu, how many arrows have you brought?"

"Four palms, 20 arrows. Captain, there seems to be a lot of people on the other side... Four palms make a team, two teams, three teams, four teams, four and a half teams... Luba, there are so many of them!..."

"Ancestors! There are four palms in one team, four or five teams, all of which are elite hunters in leather armor!...Hiss! What kind of island tribe is this? How can they gather ninety elite hunters?..."

The sun was setting, sinking into the mountains on the west side of the peninsula. The hunting captain, Mu Hound, gritted his teeth, and when he saw the number of people who had landed in the tribe, uneasiness appeared on his face instantly. Ninety elite hunters are a powerful force that cannot be underestimated in the entire bitter cold and desolate peninsula! And what disturbed him even more was the gigantic ship docked by the bay that he had never seen before!

"Ancestors with spirits! Their big ship is... so big! It's so big!..."

Seeing the Daxuelang docked on the shore, the 36-meter-long hull, the two Itelmen hunters stared in shock for a long time. Compared with the two or three-meter-long fishing boats of the tribe, this huge galley looks like a whale in the sea. I don't know how many young men and how much effort it took to build it! And just the wood used to build this boat, used as firewood, is enough for the mountain tribe with hundreds of people to survive the long winter!

"Ancestors! Luba's big ship! Extraordinarily tall islanders! A powerful island that has never been seen before!..."

After a long while, the hunting captain, Mu Gou, barely recovered, with a faint fear on his face. His fat, restless face was downcast and, at first glance, looked like a dejected Samoyed bear dog.

"Captain, shall we fight?"

"Fight? Fuck! Four teams of Luba's elite hunters, how can the two of us beat it? With the witness of the ancestors who have spirits, the entire tribe must be mobilized, all mobilized!"

"Ah! Here, mobilize the whole tribe to fight?...Captain, maybe they are not enemies, maybe they are just passing by...Or maybe, they are going to attack the Lubu?..."

"Huh? Not the enemy? Dahaizi is about to freeze! They parked the big boat here. If they don't leave for a few days, they won't be able to leave! ... The winter is so long, so many strong hunters need to eat, and they can't catch fish , then we can only hunt the herd of deer, hunt the herd of deer in our territory... that is the food of the tribe for the coming year!..."

Having said that, the hunting captain Mu Hound gritted his teeth, with both uneasy anxiety and helpless anger on his face. He couldn't help but raise his voice a little, admonishing the hunter Mu Lu who couldn't see the situation clearly.

"Mu Lu, the witness of the ancestors with spirits! Although this land of shrubs and tundra is vast, every hunting ground and fishing ground belongs to a tribe, and it is the source of food for the continuation of the tribe! What's more, with so many hunters, they have to find A winter camp that shelters from the wind and snow? And as long as they go to the warm mountains in the north, they will bump into our winter camp in the mountains! The warm spring water in the mountains is the foundation of the tribe’s continuation, and we can’t give it up at all. human! . . . "

"Captain, the winter camp is so big, it doesn't matter if there are dozens of people living there...as long as they are willing to keep peace with us, they will leave when the snow melts next year..."

"What? Are you a stupid snow rabbit, leaving them in our winter camp? ... What if they don't leave? What if you want to rob our camp and Dingkou like the tents in the north?! No, no! We have to go back quickly, mobilize the entire tribe, and prepare for a fight... It's best to ambush and attack them when they just landed and haven't figured out anything!..."

"Whizzing!…"

The two Itelmen hunters were arguing in low voices, but there was a sudden sound of piercing through the air, shooting towards the grass where they were crouching!

"Whoosh!...Boom!..."

More than a dozen sharp copper arrows were shot at a distance of tens of meters, and grazed the leather armors of two tribal hunters, and even hit their leather helmets. The two of them trembled, and when they raised their heads in an instant, their expressions changed!

"Ah! Ancestors with spirits! Ah this?...These cunning Shimabe who sneaked up!..."

The celebratory sounds of the banquet in the distance continued as usual, and no difference could be heard. But at some point, a dozen or so low-level warriors of the Kingdom, holding bows and arrows, spread out on the east and west sides, sandwiching them in the middle. And six or seven tall and strong Unanga hunters, all holding copper axes and spears, bowed slightly, like polar bears hunting, ready to pounce and chase!

"Witness of the Lord God! The glue-man tribe in the distance, the glue-man brothers in the distance...We have no malicious intentions, we are your friends!..."

The exploration captain Zuwaro walked out of the crowd wearing leather armor and carrying a copper axe, followed by several elite warriors of the kingdom. He narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the two nervous and fearful tribal hunters in the grass. With his sharp gaze, he glanced at the opponent's sturdy leather armor and flat leather helmet, then at the stone ax on the opponent's waist, and the stone javelin behind him. In the end, he saw Hunter Mulu's peculiar compound recurve bow, his pupils shrank slightly, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"Haha, praise the Lord God! Since you are here, my friends! Why don't you join us at the dinner party and have a delicious and spicy whale meat kelp soup! Then, let's have a good chat all night in front of the bonfire..."