Chapter 2236 - 1601: Vanguard Samurai Land on Brave Island
February 1496, Puerto Rico, Northern Coast, West Bay Tribe Ruins.
The twilight fell over the sea, reflecting a blood-red sunset. The broken Taino fishing boats floated by the shore, like dried logs several meters long. The fish ponds by the sea were still there, and in the distance the cassava fields remained lush and green. But the village of the West Bay Tribe was nothing but terrifying traces left after destruction.
Most of the huts in the village were burned and collapsed. The shell stone altars formerly dedicated to the Zemi God Card, which were everywhere, had been completely smashed. The largest ancestral house in the center was completely burned into ruins, leaving only a charred base and faintly exposed burnt remains.
"Ancestor! Heavenly Divine! Chief Divine of the Western... How could this happen? How could this happen?! Clearly, when I left, the West Bay Tribe was still there... over two thousand tribes, so many tribespeople..."
Messenger Rabbit Leg stood dazed on the sand, looking at the destroyed village, slowly shedding tears. Two months ago, he set out from here, desperately rowing a small boat, heading to Haiti Island for help. But now, upon his return... everything was gone. And his birthplace, Earth Department, is feared to be the same at this very moment!
"Boo hoo! Boo hoo!! Our West Bay Tribe... Our village... Our tribespeople... are all gone! All gone!"
"Waa boo hoo! Even the ancestral God Card, the spirit of the ancestor shattered!"
At this moment, with Rabbit Leg, the messengers of West Bay Tribe who went for aid directly knelt on the ground, each crying like tearful people. They wailed, stumbling and crawling, towards the ancestral house at the center. And the exposed charred remains in the ruins of the house made their pain even more agonizing! They dug with their hands, digging until they bled, uncovering charred remains, yet not knowing whose wife they were, or whose parents?
"...Chief Divine! Is this the abyss reached by the Evil Demon?"
Huitu Puapu stood on the shore, watching the destroyed Taino village, smelling the burnt scent in the wind, and a sense of bewilderment flickered in his eyes. He seemed to return to the battlefield of the western expedition, the battlefield of the southern expedition, and the battlefield of the eastern expedition... Those times of fighting and death by fire and blood.
In the paradise of Cuba, he stayed calmly for seven years, initially forgetting those long-gone battlefield memories. But now, everything is returning! War and blood are like an inevitable destiny awaiting the Kingdom’s Warriors. Every break, long or short, is merely a reprieve before the next brutal fight. And when the new battle arrives, perhaps it will be the final one...
"Damn! White-skinned Demons! Huitu leader, we must offer them as sacrifices! Chief Divine witnesses!"
Compared to Huitu, his Kingdom’s Warriors are more pure and devout. Each one is dressed in refined leather armor, carrying long spears, a javelin on their back, and at their waist are a Bronze Axe and Iron Dagger.
The Kingdom’s blacksmith workshop in Iron Bay Town produces small items like Iron Dagger and iron spearhead, with blades already catching up or even surpassing Bronze Weapons. As for larger items like Battle Axes, those crafted by ordinary blacksmiths are still somewhat brittle, not comparable to the Bronze Battle Axes brought by the Kingdom. Unless they are crafted by those two captured "Master Craftsmen," creating a Fine Iron Axe Blade.
"Chief Divine witnesses! Sacrifice! Sacrifice the Evil Demon!"
Huitu Puapu softly spoke, his eyes gradually igniting with fire. He was not purely a Samurai, but for the sake of his wife and children in Cuba, he could not retreat but only fight cruelly forward! The Evil Demon is destroying the Taino Tribe of Brave Island, which although not closely related to him, once the demon settles its footing and invades Cuba westward, that would be his home, the place he must protect!
"Spread out, search all around the village, and check if there are any stored food or hidden survivors. Tell those local guides to stop crying! Crying is useless, make the demon cry instead!"
"Go! Ask them if there are any other familiar or allied tribes around the West Bay Tribe? Such a large village surely can’t be completely unaware and didn’t run, not all killed by demons, right? I see only a few hundred bodies in the village. Even if captured by demons, surely some escaped. Quickly find other tribes around, especially those close to the southern inland, locate their tribespeople... Find out the demon’s movements and also a base for supplies!"
After Huitu Puapu sternly instructed, fifty Kingdom’s Warriors scattered, followed by inquiries in the Taino language. He turned away and then approached the three light sailing ships anchored under the twilight, heading towards the group of red-haired Canine Descendant Shooters.
"Mique, I’m unloading you all here! Carry a few bundles of arrows, use them sparingly. The Taino tribes on the island probably don’t have any decent arrow shafts. These arrow shafts are too troublesome to make... still, bringing down a few bundles of arrows is more practical!"
Speaking, Red-haired Captain Chabo shook his head, looking at the blackened village ruins, sighing.
"Originally thinking, with a West Bay Tribe sending messengers, a welcoming tribe could quickly help you establish a foothold, thus stopping at the North Coast... should have sent you to Great Sun Tribe south instead! Are you sure disembarking here won’t be a problem?"
"Haha! Chabo, how come after sailing for a few years, you sound like a different person, endless chatter? Back when we migrated through the Wilderness, what preparations were needed? At that time, eating one meal without the next, tying a dog’s tooth with a reed strip as an arrow, could still shoot a Coyote in the eye with one shot!... With ten days of rations and so many arrows now, with each having leather armor... is utterly sufficient!"