Become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Chongzhen!

Chapter 767 God’s Blessing
With the shaman as a channel, the communication with the boy was indeed relatively smooth.

Despite the language barrier, the boy is quite sensitive to some Spanish vocabulary.

If combined with lifelike movements, the communication would be smoother. If he was given a pen and asked to write and draw little hieroglyphs on paper, Sun Qin would probably ask what he wanted to ask. thing.

The boy was indeed abandoned by the tribe.

The land occupied by the Spaniards was still far away from the boy's tribe, but they would send people north every once in a while. The tribes who encountered them along the way had to offer gold, silver or some treasures, otherwise they would be expelled or even massacred.

The boy's tribe could not pay taxes, so they fled north. Before escaping, the boy suffered from an outbreak of smallpox.

This is not unfamiliar to the tribe, but they have no choice. The experience accumulated in the past few decades of relying solely on the dead tells them that they can only throw the person away and make a small ceremony dedicated to the gods.

Therefore, it is best to burn the dead body and offer it to the gods.

In this way, the angry gods and spirits will forgive the remaining people.

"Why are the gods angry?"

The boy called himself 'Makawunu', which is probably the direct transliteration of the sound. He also described the meaning of the name on the paper, which means 'fortress, war horse'.

It seems that his father gave him this name because he envied the Spanish's strong fortresses and horses.

Now he asked the shaman piously.

Because the shaman cured his smallpox, he admired the two shamans quite a lot. Sun Qin could see clearly in their eyes that even if the shaman asked him to die, he probably wouldn't even blink an eyelid. .

"Because you did not offer sacrifices to the true gods, because you allowed the Spaniards to run around in your land, causing them to bring filth and blasphemy to the land under the gaze of the gods."

The shaman also drew pictures to answer the questions. Professional shamans who had specially trained to draw pictures conveyed very precise meanings.

Makaunu was horrified after seeing the picture.

He lives with the advance team these days. After his body gradually recovers, the first thing he does is to stay away from them. He does not want to run away, but to take care of the people who are punished by the gods. That person will also be punished.

These people are very different from the Spaniards.

They wear more beautiful and exquisite clothes painted with mythical beasts and natural spirits, and the weapons and shields they use all show the elegance and power of their totems.

Their shamans are powerful and wise, and the songs and dances they sing are all mysterious.

Their flag is said by the shaman to praise the sun god, the moon god, the spirit of the stars in the sky, and a mythical beast called 'long'.

They also mastered thunder, lightning and fire, and even their lightning magic weapons were inhabited by mythical beasts.

Their faces are also different from the ferocious Spaniards.

On the contrary, they are very similar to us Cocopas, Chumash, and Apaches.
Now Makaunu understands.

In other words, I was deceived.

"Praise to Kukulkan! Kukulkan!"

Makawunu dragged her body, which had not yet fully recovered, to the outside of the tent and knelt down to the sun devoutly. While letting out a long and rhythmic cheer, everyone in the camp, which had begun to take shape, gathered to watch.

"What is he doing?"

"Worshiping the sun god."

The shaman had already sensed the young man's meaning from the excited drawings, and answered Sun Qin's doubts with a smile.

"He thought we were messengers sent by the gods to save their tribe."

"Oh, I'm not wrong, that's the truth."

The relationship between Indian tribes is not good, because the conflicts between beliefs and ethnic groups, as well as the constant wars for living space brought about by productivity, make it difficult for each ethnic group to coexist, let alone a united front.But in times of survival and death, there are still tribes that are willing to put aside their past grievances and fight side by side with other tribes.

It’s just that the Indians woke up too late. Even if they did, they would have been impacted by capitalism. There was no longer any possibility of national unity. There were only people named chiefs who were actually capitalists, and another group of foreigners with a more powerful system and a more powerful system. The struggle between capitalists who are more advanced and more inhumane.

However, for the advance team, a tribe on the verge of extinction just fulfilled their wishes.

They urgently need the assistance of the advance team to survive, and there is no room for resistance to the advance team.

Not to mention that East Asians are closer to Indians in terms of cultural foundation and appearance.

One party is here to cause trouble for them, and has been causing trouble for decades.

The other side is here to help them.

It’s not hard to choose who to get close to.

Before Makawunu recovered from his illness, he eagerly learned how to ride a bicycle at an extremely fast speed, and then helped the advance team scout to find the tribe he fled north.

It's not too hard to find either.

Smallpox is highly contagious, and the Indians had never been exposed to this disease and lacked knowledge and measures to prevent epidemics. Therefore, when a member of a tribe showed symptoms of smallpox, others were almost as likely to suffer the same.

Follow the traces of their departure, and also follow the corpses that were exposed in the wilderness or burned along the way.

Soon Makawunu led the advance team of sentinels to find his tribe that was struggling to survive in the wilderness.

"Makaunu!?"

"He brought those Spaniards!?"

"No! He is still alive! The gods have forgiven him! But, why don't you have any scars left after being touched by the gods!?"

Smallpox also had a higher mortality rate for the Indians because they had not been exposed to it before.

Europeans or Asians almost have a narrow escape from death, and Indians have an even lower chance of surviving, and even if they survive, there will be more herpes scars left on their bodies.

Makawunu returned alive without large and severe herpes scars, only a little bit of residual herpes, which was a miracle for them!

So actually?

That's right!

It's a miracle!

The poor and plague-stricken tribe heard a mysterious story from Makawunu.

"Those demons! It is indeed them! They are the ones who brought the disease! The disasters and wars they brought!"

"Are those tribes led by God? Can they save us? There are also people in the tribe who are plagued by diseases brought by demons."

Makawunu reminisced with the tribesmen, discussing what he had seen and heard, as well as things about the advance team.

The advance team scouts on the side were also sizing up this tribe.

There are less than a hundred people. Although there are more men than women, they are definitely easy to control. Judging from their mixed environment and the corpses found along the way, it is difficult for them to get rid of smallpox. If they do not join the advance team, then the final The outcome is most likely that no one will be left alive by smallpox.

The tribe's luggage was shriveled and sparse, and its members looked sallow and thin.

The more the sentry looked, the thicker his smile became.

We are at the end of our rope.

(End of this chapter)