Daming Crazy Emperor

Chapter 675 Indian Dialect
To the southwest of Natal, in the dense virgin forest, thousands of young and strong Indian tribes are slowly riding their horses forward on the forest path.

Jin Yiwei Baihu Wang Chong is the leader of this team.

Originally, he was just an officer of a hundred households, with more than a hundred Jinyiwei elite scouts under his command, but now he has more than five thousand people under his command!
Because according to the arrangement of Jinyiwei Commander Luo Sigong, each Jinyiwei elite scout should bring fifty young and strong North American Indian tribes under his command.

Therefore, his original team of more than [-] people expanded to more than [-] people in an instant.

This time their main task was to go to a farm established by the Portuguese more than a hundred miles away. Therefore, not only did he bring more than 5000 young and strong Indian tribesmen, but also a confidant of De Sierra's, and several The surrendered Portuguese soldiers followed him.

The distance of more than a hundred miles, originally it would not take an hour to gallop on horseback.

However, this forest path is too narrow, and it can only accommodate two people riding together.

More than [-] riders must not gallop through such a winding path, otherwise, if there is something wrong in front of them and stop, they will crash into a bunch of people behind.

There was no other way, he could only let his five thousand riders ride their horses and walk slowly forward.

Not only are the roads here narrow, but the weather is also very hot. It's October now, and it's freezing and snowing in the capital of Eastern Yin, but it's still so hot that people are sweating.

Alas, who said this is heaven, it's so hot here!
Wang Chong wiped off his sweat, then raised his binoculars to scan the jungle on the left and right.

Daming's telescope has been mass-produced, and because of the successful development of new glass, the accuracy of the telescope is constantly improving.

At this moment, Jin Yiwei's elite scouts are equipped with a telescope, and the higher the grade, the higher the accuracy.

The telescope in Wang Chong's hand can see clearly from five miles away.

To be honest, he was just detecting the situation in front of him and on the left and right sides as usual, and he never thought that there would be any ambush in such a place.

After all, Portugal's garrison here is only a few hundred people, and most of them were recruited by the former governor, the Duke of Braganza. Who has the ability to ambush their brigade of more than [-] people?

Unexpectedly, this time he just raised his binoculars to scan, and he really found an ambush in the jungle about two or three miles ahead!
This ambush, how to say?

He was really speechless.

Because the ones ambushing them in front of them were young and strong Indian tribes holding wooden spears and stone axes, and the number of them was not very large, at most there were only a hundred people.

Hey, what are you doing?
He really couldn't figure out what was going on here.

Are the people here a bit out of their minds?

A bullshit Portuguese lord who has less than a hundred people under his command dares to be crazy in front of their more than [-] troops.

These Indian tribesmen came to ambush them with wooden spears and stone axes!

Seeing this, Wang Chong couldn't help but shook his head and gave a wry smile, then raised his hand and said loudly, "Stop advancing."

After a while, the brigade of more than [-] people slowly stopped.

Wang Chong then said loudly: "Baiyun."

This white cloud is naturally not a white cloud in the sky, but a person's name.

People of Indian tribes like to use clouds, eagles, cows and so on in their names. Clouds probably mean smart, and they are usually women.

Although Zhao Baiyun is not very old, he is the elder of a tribe in the Southern Algonquin Tribal Alliance, that is, the Nankun Kingdom.

The hundred young men under her command are Wang Chong's personal guards.

When the little girl heard Wang Chong calling her, she hurriedly mounted her horse and cupped her hands, "General, what are your orders?"

Wang Chong pointed directly at the jungle in front of him and said, "There is an ambush in the jungle two or three miles ahead. There are about a hundred people. They should be young and strong from the Indian tribe here. Take your men and shout out to see what they want to do." .Be careful, they have wooden weapons."

Zhao Baiyun hurriedly cupped his hands and said yes, then raised his hand and said loudly: "Get off the horse."

There was a sound of "crash", and more than a hundred of her subordinates immediately turned over and got off the horse.

Immediately afterwards, she ordered loudly: "Take the shield and spear."

There was another sound of "crash", and more than a hundred of her men immediately took off the shield behind the saddle and the spear stuffed in the gun pouch.

Immediately afterwards, she waved her hand again and said, "Follow me in two columns and come forward, and line up neatly."

After all, she also took off the shield and spear from the horse, and strode forward.

More than a hundred people quickly came to the front of the team.

Zhao Baiyun looked back, and then ordered loudly: "Stand up shields left and right, step forward."

"Tap Tat Tat", more than a hundred people immediately walked forward in neat steps.

Wang Chong raised his binoculars and looked forward again. Although the young and strong Indian tribes in ambush showed a hint of panic in their eyes, they did not turn around and run away.

What is going on here?
It is really incomprehensible to be obviously afraid but not to run away.

Not long after, Zhao Baiyun brought his young men to a place less than a hundred steps away from those ambush people.

She directly raised her hand, causing her young men to stop, and then yelled into the woods in front of her.

It is true that the words of each Indian tribe are different, but many basic words are still in common.

The difference in language between them is roughly equivalent to the dialects of various places in Ming Dynasty.

If the people of Ming Dynasty all speak in the pronunciation of their respective dialects, then it is probably difficult for people in other places to understand.

However, as if everyone has adjusted their pronunciation to a roughly common accent, some of them can still be understood.

At this moment, the Indian tribes in North America have developed a relatively common Mandarin, because they communicate a lot in daily life.

If everyone pronounces it in their own dialect, it is basically a mistake, and both sides will have a headache.

At the beginning, not everyone learned the Mandarin of Ming Dynasty.

For the convenience of communication, they slowly searched for similar pronunciations in their respective dialects, gradually unified their accents, and formed a common language among several tribes.

This language can be understood by almost all tribes in the North American continent, but the Indian tribes in South America still don't seem to understand it.

However, Zhao Baiyun spoke Indian dialect anyway, and she was a girl, so she seemed to give people a sense of affinity.

The young and strong Indian tribe just hesitated for a while, then mustered up the courage to come out from the woods on both sides and began to communicate with her.

Chirp quack, chirp quack.

Wang Chong didn't know what they were talking about, but the people from the Indian tribe here seemed to understand more and more.

He could tell from the look of excitement on the other person's face that the exchange should have been successful.

Sure enough, not long after, Zhao Baiyun ran back and cupped his hands and said, "Report, General, it seems that many people from the nearby tribes are sick. They want to stop the Portuguese from grabbing some medicine."

These guys are really in a hurry to go to the doctor.

You hundreds of people stop thousands of people from robbing, are you looking for death?
No, people from several nearby tribes are sick!

Wang Chong reacted suddenly, and then he picked up the cowhide bag behind the saddle and quickly rummaged through it.

Soon, he turned out a stamped copper box.

Inside the box was a stack of soaked cotton cloths.

He directly took a piece, put it on his nose and wiped it carefully, then handed the box to Zhao Baiyun, and said solemnly: "Be careful, they must have a disease that is passed from person to person, so wipe your nose and mouth quickly."

Immediately afterwards, he said loudly to the back: "Bring some boxes of cotton wool."

The Jinyiwei scouts behind quickly opened their parcels, took out the same box, and handed it up respectfully.

Wang Chong took the box and put it in Zhao Baiyun's hand, and then he solemnly confessed: "You go and distribute one piece to each of your subordinates, and let them cover their mouths and noses, and take a hundred steps back to rest. As for the people in the nearby tribes, you Let them wait where they are. Remember, don't get too close to them when you talk."

Hearing this, Zhao Baiyun quickly took the box and walked forward quickly.

Looking at her back, Wang Chong couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Alas, it was a bad start, and I encountered such troubles when I came out to carry out the mission.

However, he can't ignore this matter, because it is also one of their tasks to win over the Indian tribes here.

Although this is a troublesome matter, it is also an opportunity.

It would be very grateful to him if he could help cure the diseases of several Indian tribes around here.

The question is, how to cure this disease?

He thought about it carefully, and then ordered: "Old Zheng, take your men and horses and hurry back to report to Lord Luo. Others, get off your horse and rest under the shade of trees on both sides of the road, and don't enter the jungle."

(End of this chapter)