Asia, north of the Zhuangyuan Bridge.

"My grandfather took his sons to hunt in this forest. Now this forest and this sea belong to me. I will also take my sons to hunt in this forest and fish in this sea. In the future, my son will also take his son to hunt here and fish here."

"We form a hunting team, get food, we dance, we worship gods in the mountains, we form families with people we like, fight here, kiss here, make love here, we will eventually reproduce here, that is my land."

"It belongs to me!"

Zheng Tu, who was wearing a feather crown, did not wear the Ming army blue iron-lined cotton armor left by Magui. He did not even use the Ming army standard waist knife. Now only one pair of armor is left, worn on a younger tribal warrior.

The Ming army soldier had already taken the women and children from the warriors to protect the tribe and migrated northward. They would pass through the land of the Yi people, pass through the long pine trees, and finally arrive at a place full of pine trees.

The man from the tribe who lived in a big house from the sea said that they were Ming army, from the other side of the sea, and now they live in a place full of pine trees in the north. It was very far away, even farther than anywhere else they had been to Zhenguanxi.

The men and women who stayed behind were cutting arrows, grinding the iron arrows made for them after melting the armor from the fire kiln made by the Ming army in the Zhuangyuan Bridge over and over again.

The cluster of arrows has slender arrow slings. Ming Jun said that iron arrows have the opportunity to penetrate iron armor. The slender arrow slings penetrate the arrow shaft can make the arrow stronger and easier to nail the armor.

Unfortunately, the Spaniards came too fast, and the storm-like raid caused them to suffer heavy losses, and they had no chance to use this new weapon. Now there are only thirty-one iron arrows left, which have been scattered to the fifteen best shooters.

But they still had guns, and some slaves liberated from the Spanish said, "Gang". The Ming army called this gun. They also had nine long guns, and most of the captured Spanish muskets were robbed back in the raid.

Zheng Tu said: "We will all die, die today."

The only remaining warriors who were wearing bone-made clothes and wearing cowhide blankets did not respond. They still polished the clusters of arrows and placed the clusters with slender arrows into the hollow shaft at the front.

But someone around him turned to look at Zheng Tu, and applied strange patterns with blue dye from somewhere to the face. A small bone was nailed to his chin, and he pulled out an ugly smile and said, "If God wants us to die tomorrow, we will live obediently today. If God wants us to die today, that is today."

"Before I die, I will snatch their hearts and eat their brains to get their strength."

He was Zheng Tu's shaman. As he said these terrifying words, he was stroking the mane of the tall horse beside him with a gentle look.

There were three horses in the tribe in Zhenguanxi, two of whom followed the migrant women and children to the north. At present, they were the only cavalryman, with the Ming army's waist hanging on his waist.

This is exactly why he knew they would die. Being raided made Zheng Tu lose his prestige in the surrounding small tribes. People were no longer willing to go on an expedition with him. Most of the tribes migrated northward after the war.

Now they only have more than 200 hunters, nine guns, one horse, more than one hundred bows and thirty-seven pairs of crossbows.

The crossbow was taught by the Ming army. The wooden crossbow bed, and most of the hanging knives under force were wood. Only a few were made of cow bones, which were not so durable.

At the same time, four young hunters walked out of the jungle with bows and arrows and axes, hugged their waists and rushed southwards among the bushes.

Walking hundreds of steps southward will be the Zhuangyuan Bridge.

Zheng Tu didn't know why the invaders stopped pursuing north. They had the opportunity to pursue them. If they pursued them on the day of the raid, no one in the entire Zhuangyuanqiao would have survived.

But the reason is not important to Zheng Tu. His home is destroyed more important. Now he wants to kill the invaders and hope to take back his home.

Even if he cannot take back his home, at least he can die in his own home.

"The invaders bring disaster to this land, and my tribe is not the first, nor will it be the last."

Zheng Tu was not happy with the gifts from the Ming army, nor was he angry with the invasion of the Westerners. Taking back his home or going crazy to die was just a road, just because he should have done so.

All he has now is pessimism about this land.

From the Ming army, what he was most interested in during the short time of spending time was Spain and the Ming Dynasty. The Ming army compared them to their own people, and described a distant and rich country in just a few words.

At the same time, the Spanish mentioned by the Ming army were slightly weak and were defeated by the Ming army in a place called Lin Lai, but the country was also quite large. At this time, the two countries not only negotiated peace but also formed an alliance.

And Portugal.

In Zheng Tu's view, no matter which country it is, it will bring destruction to those who have survived from generation to generation on this land.

And they were powerless to resist.

The warrior in a cow bone leather roared in the bush, and the sharpened stone spear pierced from the bush, making a loud sound of gold and stone with the armor of the Spanish patrol soldiers. Then a sharp stabbing sword penetrated the ox bone in his chest and came out from behind the warriors.

A sharp arrow with a stone arrow in a short distance followed closely at the throat of the Spanish soldier.

Everything was shining, followed by the Spanish captain's loud roar.

"Indian!"

Another arrow shot from the forest. The impact brought by the bright armor made the captain wearing a high-top helmet take a step back without causing any damage.

Even the two musketeers next to him who were only sewn with prismatic cotton armor were not afraid of stone arrows.

It is worth mentioning that this cotton armor in Spain was learned from the Aztecs, and its name was "Ichkawibili". It is similar to the armor of the Jaguar Warrior. Most warriors have it. The difference is that the Jaguar Warrior also wears a layer of jaguar skin in the cotton armor.

The domesticated Indians in Havana made this cotton armor for them, which was more suitable for the Mexican climate than plate armor and also provided good defense.

The quilt in the cotton armor was pressed extremely finely, and even the Spanish arrows were difficult to penetrate, which obviously made the Indians very cost-effective. Therefore, after Spain declared bankruptcy for the second time, the Governor of New Spain equipped the soldiers with a large amount of this cotton armor.

This is the kind of armed clothing with big shoulders worn by Spanish conquerors later, and this kind of production process was used.

After the four warriors who attacked each other died, no more arrows were shot out in the bushes. When the Spanish captain saw that the enemy had fled north. Although one subordinate died, he did not pursue him, but sent someone to report to the captain who was guarding the camp.
Chapter completed!