Chapter 1250 The Ainu People of Hokkaido Are Also the Jiao People of America
Chapter 1250 The Ainu people of Hokkaido are also the Jiao people of America...
"Zu! The sea and the sea route you came from the west... is it really that difficult?..."
"Yes! The Lord God bears witness, Shell, you can't imagine the danger and difficulty of that kind of sailing!"
The sea is frozen, and the sky is a mirror. The sun is not warm, but it makes the snow crystal clear. The exploration captain Zuwaro gently reached out and stroked the long hair of the Ezo girl Chishima Shell. The hair was slightly curly and yellow, and the touch was like a short-tailed cat.
"Zu... I want to hear you say... Please tell me!..."
The girl Chishima Shell leaned against Zuwaro's chest and listened to his story quietly. Even though she couldn't understand much Mexica, she was still as obedient and dependent as a cat. She knew that men needed a patient listener whether they were sad or happy. Just like what the tribal legends say, women are men's listening ears and nimble hands, while men are women's hunting eyes and running legs...
"May the Lord bless us! Our route from the west is as terrifying as the icy abyss... Huh! On the island chain of God's inspiration, the frozen season lasts from November to April. There are often terrible ice and snow storms, sweeping across lonely islands, breaking tall trees and freezing small trees into ice sculptures. Even in early spring, heavy snow still comes with the cold wave, and the snowflakes are big and fast, like stars falling from the sky!... Then, summer Although the season is mild, there is thick fog that makes the sun invisible, so you have to be careful not to hit the reefs at any time. In late autumn, there will be big waves, even huge waves ten people high, which can often be seen... Only the short early autumn is the most suitable for sailing, but the time is too short and too urgent! ..."
"In winter, there is ice and big storms. In spring, it snows like falling stars. In summer, there is fog and you can't see. In autumn, there are big waves and it is difficult to sail... Lord God! Only the truly brave and pious can paddle through thousands of miles of island chains and reach this divinely inspired West Sea continent! ..."
Zuwaro's face showed memories, and his face also showed vicissitudes. Even when recalling the past, he still felt the difficulties and tests of sailing on the island chain. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around the girl, as if he wanted to hug the rare warmth and softness. And his deep eyes, once again stared at the stone tower of the empty tomb, and his voice also became sad and low.
"The Lord God witnessed! In early October last year, the warrior captain Tami Cao led five support longboats to the camp of Shenxuemu Island. Of the ten people who stayed on the island before, two warriors did not survive the extreme cold of winter and died of frostbite. Only the Unanga sailors and Sugpia sailors who originally lived in the far north were the glue people who truly adapted to the cold..."
"Tami Cao left a fishing longboat at the supply camp on Shenxuemu Island, and sixty warriors and sailors, which was considered to be the establishment of Shenxuemu Port! Then, he took four The longboats came west, looking for the next big island that was the most difficult to reach on the island chain route, Shenmu Island... This is really a big island of death! It was on this route of more than a thousand miles that they encountered terrible waves and sank a longboat..."
"In such a terrible killing wave, it was difficult to stabilize the longboat, let alone save people... A full sixty-two brave souls were swept away by the cold waves before they could even say their prayers before death! The remaining three longboats could only struggle forward, trying to find nearby islands and reefs, and then rush over to the beach to avoid the waves..."
"Supreme Lord, bless the pious fleet! They finally arrived at the small islands around Shenmu Island, but a longboat ran aground on the reef and could no longer sail... The fleet then left another ship with sixty people on Shenmu Island, left food and coal for the winter, and towed the damaged longboat to the island, waiting for repairs next year... In this way, it was equivalent to setting up a camp at Shenmu Port and establishing contact with the Unanga people on the island... And it was much easier to get from Shenmu Port to the nearby peninsula. …”
“After everything was settled, Tami Cao led the last two longboats to the west… Only then did they rush to the snowy peninsula before the freezing of November and met the hunting mountain hunters! Then, they first arrived at our summer camp, Shenshuangyan Port, where only a small team of people remained. Then, the two longboats continued to go south to here, and we met at the Nanshan Port of the Lord God… The Lord God bless us, this is really not easy! …”
Speaking of this, Zuwaro sighed, as if he had seen that exciting encounter again. On the sea surface where the ice and snow had just fallen, two tattered longboats appeared from the north, shocking everyone speechless. And when the warriors of the kingdom met, excited prayers rang out from the ship, even the warriors who were fearless of storms and death were excited and burst into tears, and they all cried like children weighing one or two hundred pounds!
"Chimer's third batch of support fleet, with more than ten long ships, sailed for more than a year and sailed 10,000 to 20,000 miles! They almost never stopped along the way, changing people but not ships, and finally delivered the support of two ships to the peninsula before the winter freeze! ... And with the supplies from twenty ports along the way, the support of more than ten ships, and one ship sunk and one ship crashed, the two ships arrived smoothly!..."
"What is a miracle? This is the real miracle! ... If there is no blessing from the Lord God, no divine revelation from your majesty, no guidance from the priests, no piety and fearlessness of the warriors! ... Such a great voyage would not be possible! ... Similarly, if there is no stable exploration reward, how can such a difficult route, such a high-spirited voyage, and such a great miracle be maintained for a long time? ..."
Zuwaro sighed, and a rare desolation appeared on his handsome face. He lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms affectionately. His eyes seemed to hide an insoluble melancholy, and he also had the true determination of a man.
"The Lord God is witnessing! All the pious efforts and all the responsibilities of the fleet are now on my shoulders. I am their leader! I will lead these fearless warriors to bring rewards to the kingdom for exploring the West Sea!... Shell, can you understand my mood? Can you know my sorrow and see the burden on my shoulders?..."
"Zu!... I... I understand!... You... You are a great shaman chief, a real man!..."
The Ezo girl Chishima Shell pursed her lips and looked up at her husband with admiration. She took the initiative to pull her husband's frozen hand and put it in her soft chest, as if she wanted to warm him with her body. Zuwaro shook his head gently, but pulled his big hand out and just rubbed Shell's head.
"No, Shell, you don't understand!... For this northernmost route, I have given everything, my body and soul... The Lord God bears witness! I, Zuvalo, must stabilize this West Sea route, and must bring back the craftsmen, livestock and crops of the West Sea continent, and bring back everything that Your Majesty has revealed!..."
"Um... Zu! I understand, I really understand you..."
Hearing her husband's denial, Qiandao Shell was a little anxious, and her eyes seemed to dim. She shook her head vigorously, grabbed the man's hand again, and answered seriously.
"Ancestor, my man! All tribes migrated from cold and barren places to warm and rich places... But only you, the tribe that came here on long boats, migrated from a warm and rich good place to a cold and barren bad place!..."
"So I know that you came here not to rob our land, but for the gods! You captured our tribe here, but you treated everyone generously, providing them with food and fuel for the winter, so that women and children could survive... You didn't treat us as slaves, but really treated us, the Utalians, as members of the tribe!... Just like you said, we are all "glue people" born by the sacred bird, and we were one family thousands of years ago! My people also believe in your words, believe in the sacred bird of fire, that is the real guardian spirit!..."
Qiandao Shell's voice was urgent, and her chest was heaving. She hugged the sad man tightly, leaning against his broad chest. Then, she raised her head again and asked with hope.
"Zu! You are my husband, and I am also a member of the tribe... Is there anything I can do for you? Or is there anything that we, the Utari, can do for the guardian bird?..."
The so-called Utari is the self-proclaimed name of the Ainu people, "people who can be trusted like partners." When hearing the question from the Thousand Island Shell, Zuwaro pondered for a while and seemed a little hesitant. After a long while, he rubbed the woman's head and spoke gently.
"Shell, I do have some doubts about the situation in the south... I heard from the captives of the Japanese that the Utari people in the south once fought with the Japanese people in the south on the big island in the south... Your tribe migrated from the big island in the south. Do you know what the situation is there?..."
"Ah! Are you asking about the southern big island of Ainu Mauxili?..."
The Thousand Island Shell listened carefully for a long time, and then it suddenly dawned on him. She blinked and said the Ainu name of Ezo, Aynu-mosir, which means "a good place for people to live". Then, she tried to think for a long time before slowly answering with gestures.
"Ancestor, the situation on the southern island is very complicated, and the Utari tribe is also divided into many branches!... Well, this has to start with the 'Mountain Spirit', 'Ocean Spirit', and 'Village Spirit', the three guardian spirits of the tribe..."
"A long, long time ago, this land of Ainu had no ferocious Japanese people, nor did it have various Japanese gods... There was only the 'Mountain Spirit' Big Bear, the 'Ocean Spirit' Killer Whale, and the 'Village Spirit' Fish Owl... The three guardian spirits protected the Utari people, from the large island further south of the South Island to the North Island with a thousand small islands, it was our fishing and hunting home!..."