There is such a person in this world.

His father inherited the leader from his father's father, and his family led the tribe to live between the plateau, jungle, Gobi and mountains.

They weave cloth, make pottery, cultivate, hunt, gather herbs, harvest soybeans, and sometimes fish in the rivers. They will get some shiny yellow metal. That is not a good thing, it is just a decoration. The knife made of it can barely be cut, but it always gets smaller and smaller as it gets.

No one in the world is more familiar with this rich land than them. Everyone says that one day this land will be handed over to his hands by his father, and after decades of peace, it will still belong to his son.

Until one day the Spanish riding horses came, in the eyes of most outsiders, the cause of the war was gold, but in fact it was not. Gold was not an important thing, the cause was their greed, their way, even if they snatch a piece of wood, war would still occur.

The short-tailed leopard was never trained by his father as a warrior. The environment they survived determines that this place would not encounter too many wars. He is an excellent hunter and a qualified leader. He is also the priest closest to the feathered snake god in the tribe, but he is not a warrior.

The changing world made him a warrior. When his father died in a war with the Spaniards, he became the leader of the tribe and led his tribe to give up the coast where he could catch fat big fish and migrate to the plateau protected by mountain jungle.

All matters are done for revenge.

He collected the Spanish armor and smashed them into pieces to protect his chest; he fumbled the use of muskets, and someone pointed the muzzle at himself and pulled the trigger; he tried to tame a rough pack beast with four legs, and could kick the knees with raised his back hooves.

He killed some invaders and let some go, and finally knew that outsiders could use them. People's desire for gold allowed him to get a credible Dutch smuggling merchant, who sold all the gold knives, bought back a messile gun, a pair of breastplate, and even had a Spanish infantry train his troops.

He knew that a person's life was sometimes long and sometimes short, and for him, life was about preparing for the coming war.

No one knows when the war begins, just like looking through the entire tribe and no one knows what the whole picture of the continent they have lived for generations.

In fact, the short-tailed leopard never believed that he could defeat the Spaniards. He did not believe that anyone could defeat the Spaniards. He witnessed the rise and fall. So many powerful tribes disappeared in the hands of the Spaniards, just like the Aztec living in the mouth of his father.

The length of their survival depends on when the war with the Spanish begins. When the war begins, he will die like his father, and the war that will eventually begin will be his grave.

When a man dies, he chooses to decorate his grave with more muskets and war horses.

His grave is almost repaired.

But fuck, Baima, tell me now that the Spaniards have been defeated?

Or was it a group of people who came from whom I don’t know where they defeated the Spaniards?

"Dutch merchants took away the golden sword and left you to build muskets, armor and helmets, and Europa. Such a deal is not bad, but what if you don't have the golden sword?"

Knock!

A well-crafted Ming-made waist knife was slapped on the table by Pei Xiao. The brass rigged with unique carvings and the red painted wooden sheath had the noble texture of patina. He grabbed the handle of the knife wrapped in red thread and pulled out the waist knife. The unique sharp patterns reflected the clear blade body of the sunlight outside the window was extremely dazzling.

"The Beiyang officer's sword in the Ming Empire was thick and used in battle formations. It cannot be used for short hair blowing, but the steel clamping is quenched for durability. This knife is not sold, and the craftsmanship of the military palace is left with the kingly transformation. You can make it even with iron."

Immediately afterwards, a roll of woven cotton cloth was also placed on the table, half dark and half bright, with exquisite workmanship.

Pei Xiao stroked his hand over the cotton cloth and said, "The three-branch spinning wheel is spinning three tubes at the same time; the slurry dyeing and weaving are all-powerful; this cloth is not sold, and the weaving of the military government is left with the kingly transformation. You can weave cotton as well. If you are in accordance with heaven, the court will also have five-branch spinning wheels, weaving brocade and satin, and raising mulberry silk."

The routines behind were almost the same, including farm tools, seeds, and planting methods for farming; bird guns and flag army training related to military affairs, and were taken out by Pei Xiao to give a speech to the short-tailed leopard.

"In the past, Aztecs had millions of people, but they were defeated by hundreds of Western barbarians. Is this because the Western soldiers were invincible? At that time, you could not wait for firearms and did not know about equestrians, but now Yang has passed dozens of pieces. All of them are brave and brave. There are those who are galloping horses, those who raise guns, and those who wear armor."

"Why are you still defeated by the Westerners today? Not to mention driving them out of Asia, tens of thousands of people were regarded as beasts to drive away the mines and die. Those who are determined to resist have retreated step by step and retreated to the deep mountains and valleys."

Pei Xiao pointed out his fingers and focused on the table: "It's not a good heart! In the face of such a disaster of extermination, the leaders of the tribes clearly showed up and followed millions of people with one cry. Why worry about the death of Western thieves? But they all helped the evil and led beasts to eat people, causing Asia to lose its rule by white-faced alien races!"

"Ah, if the Emperor Wanli of the State Council had not sent troops to cross the east, and if the Westerners were defeated one by one in a hundred years, would there be any descendants left in the world? Then, who would have the face to treat your ancestors if you are the chiefs of the tribes?"

Pei Xiao said here that Bai Tao from the White Horse Department was translating next to him, and he was stunned by the short-tailed leopard... It's not that these people are unknown, why would they feel a deep regret when they hear this? What does this tone of the brothers of the same clan mean?

Pei Xiaocai ignored the short-tailed leopard's doubts. He said sincerely: "Two hundred years ago, we visited you. On the northwest coast, you were doing well at that time. Although you were behind, the tribes were harmonious and the people were happy, so they did not disturb them much. However, they did not expect that the situation was so bad when the crossing east was so deteriorating!"

He was talking about the research results of Yang Tingxiang in Mexico City. There were descendants of the "Religion of the Northern Yuan Dynasty" in the north. The Feathered Snake God is similar to their dragon. Moreover, the people of the Black Water Marine Islands are not strangers to the Central Plains. Even the people there were not classified as Asian indigenous people, but the Black Water Marine Jurchens.

As for more examples, there is an ancient connection between the two sides, it is simply Yang Tingxiang's conjecture. Even if there is a connection, it is very likely that the indigenous people are only connected with the Jurchens and the Mongols, but this is not important.

When reading the Western books in Changsheng County's Water Pavilion, Yang Tingxiang discovered that the Westerners were so shameless that they snatched the gold and silver of the indigenous people. They also wrote on the book that when the indigenous people discovered this mine, they heard the order of the gods, saying that the gold and silver did not belong to them, but were kept by the gods for tourists from afar.

At that time, Chen Mu said that if they didn't come, when these generations died, what was written in the book would become real.

Similarly, what he said will become true in the future.
Chapter completed!