"Routines, they are all routines, I want to hear about human sacrifices. ”

As soon as Yamada Yingshou said this, Zhao Fei guessed that this Japanese must be interested in heavy things.

"Why don't you talk about Mayan culture!" Zhao Fei asked Hidetoshi Yamada, "But unfortunately, when I took the college entrance examination, there was no content about Maya in the history exam paper, so I didn't know much about it, and the terms Maya, Aztec, and Inca were a little confusing in my concept."

To sum up, my understanding of Maya is basically stuck at the following levels:

1. This is an extremely glorious ancient civilization;

2. This civilization suddenly and mysteriously disappeared;

3. This civilization built spectacular pyramids in the rainforest;

4. This civilization likes to sacrifice human beings;

5. What does this civilization have to do with aliens?

I think the above is also the basic understanding of Mayan history for most people. ”

"Hehe," Hidetoshi Yamada sneered, "You know too little!"

"Okay, then I'll just tell you about your favorite hardcore part of the movie. ”

"Haha!" Hidetoshi Yamada raised an eyebrow, "Listen up!"

"In the invasion of the tribe by the city-state, from the tribal point of view, the killing was a complete massacre, and the warriors of the city-state took the members of the tribe captive in order to sacrifice them on the altar.

Of course, under the historical conditions of the time, due to the frequent natural disasters, the rulers of the city-states wanted to seek the blessing of the gods through sacrifices, which is not incomprehensible from another aspect. ”

"Uh-huh!" Hidetoshi Yamada nodded.

As the captives are brought to the top of the pyramid, the film features a group of pampered Mayan aristocrats, dressed in flamboyant clothes and with indifferent expressions, who regard the captives as mustards, while the priests repeatedly arouse the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Their sacrifice to Quetzalcoatl was also brutal and bloody: they tied their captives to stone tables, peeled off their chests with sharp blades, tossed out their beating hearts and threw them into the charcoal fire, then cut off their heads and threw them off the stone steps of the pyramids.

When a head jumped and fell, the people who had been waiting at the foot of the pyramid cheered and danced merrily to collect the head with a net, and then the headless torso was thrown down and piled up into a mountain of corpses at the foot of the pyramid.

At this time, the crowd fell into a certain state of madness, and even the deformed dwarf was grinning......"

"You Japanese, don't you like this kind of perverted thing!" Zhao Fei finished speaking, and suddenly asked Hidetoshi Yamada in passing.

Yamada Yingshou glanced at Zhao Fei and didn't speak.

"There's a question I've always wanted to ask you. Zhao Fei suddenly asked Yamada Yingshou such a sentence.

Hidetoshi Yamada turned his head to look at Zhao Fei vigilantly, "What's the problem?"

"When I was in the flood security company, the recruit training camp, the umbrella bag used in the parachute training, was it you who did it?" Zhao Fei looked at Hidetoshi Yamada, staring at his facial expression, waiting for his answer.

Hidetoshi Yamada glanced at Zhao Fei, and then drove his car intently: "No, I haven't entered the recruit training camp in the flood. ”

"Oh. Zhao Fei fell into deep thought, and Yamada Hidetoshi's answer, he had already expected it, after all, when he was in the flood training camp, he had not seen Yamada Hideshou himself.

Because Zhao Fei was already riding in a jeep that had been hijacked by the undercover agents of the Ram Gang, he did not encounter an ambush by the Ram Gang on the way, and it was very smooth, and soon the jeep drove to Mexico City.

Mexico City is a city that was rebuilt on the ruins in the 16th century when the Spanish conquistadors razed the capital of the Aztec Empire, Tenochtitlan, the capital of the Aztec Empire, after defeating the Aztec Empire, an Indian civilization in Central America.

This city was also the capital of New Spain, a country founded by the Spaniards in the New World.

Tenochtitlan was originally a water city centered on a small island in Lake Texcoco, and gradually reclaimed the lake, after the Spanish conquered this place, they intensified to fill in most of the area of the lake, so most of the urban area of Mexico City is built on unstable backfill, and it is particularly incapable of resisting natural disasters such as earthquakes.

Mexico City's location in the middle of the valley basin of Mexico City has inherent air disadvantages, coupled with the dense population of the metropolitan area and the heavy use of old car designs, resulting in the city's world-famous high air pollution.

Compared with Yanjing in country T, the air pollution is really better.

Although it is also the capital, compared with its neighboring countries, the degree of prosperity is too far away.

The city is surrounded by steep mountains, and at the southern end is the Popocatepetl volcano, which rises to an altitude of more than 5,000 meters and has a year-round snow-capped summit.

Hidetoshi Yamada drives a jeep through Mexico City's famous Insurgents Boulevard from north to south, lined with banks, shops, hotels, restaurants, theaters, and nightclubs.

It is a scenic street as well as a historical street with numerous squares, monuments, statues, fountains, memorials, and cultural and entertainment venues.

Every 100 meters in the middle of the street, there is a life-size bronze statue of a celebrity, with ancient heroes such as Columbus, the explorer who discovered the American continent, and Bolívar, the leader of the Latin American independence movement, and outstanding leaders of modern times.

The jeep zigzagged off the Insurgents Avenue and drove into the slums.

Why do the helmsmen of the gangs like to be located in the slums? Is it because of the chaos?

The jeep shuttled back and forth through the dilapidated streets of the slums, and finally drove into a small courtyard, the entrance of which was guarded by two men with AK47s.

There are several pergolas in the small courtyard, and it is late in the day, and there is no sun shining on it, and it looks very dark under the pergola.

Hidetoshi Yamada and Zhao Fei both got out of the car, and as soon as Zhao Fei got out of the car, he quickly opened the rear door, grabbed the ram's younger brother, and dragged him out of the car.

After a while, a man in a top hat and a floral shirt walked under the pergola, a middle-aged man of nearly forty years old, followed by four or five younger brothers.

It looked like the boss, but to Zhao Fei's surprise, this person was not Mexican, but Chinese.

The weather here is indeed hot, and this man who looks like a boss is still holding a small folding fan and fanning the wind.

"Yingshou, it's hard work!" This middle-aged Chinese who looked like a boss said with a smile when he saw Yamada Yingshou, and then pointed at Zhao Fei with a fan, "Who is this?"

"He'......" Hidetoshi Yamada didn't know how to explain.

Zhao Fei hurriedly said: "I am the godson of the Xiashan Tiger, Zhao Fei." ”

"Oops!" the middle-aged man fanned his fan and said, "When did this mountain tiger recognize a godson!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he walked towards Zhao Fei, and several people behind him put their hands on the pistol holster on their waists.

Zhao Fei vigilantly grabbed his ram brother and took two steps back.

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