Liu Zheng beckoned in the direction of the woods, and nothing happened.

He sighed helplessly and shot an arrow in that direction.

After more than ten seconds, several natives in the camouflage of tree branches walked out a little embarrassed, and one of them had an arrow stuck in the branch.

"Are you from the Gravel Clan?" Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, the honorable strong." The natives at the head replied honestly.

They had been observing the surroundings for the past few days, seeing the departure of the "Legend" and witnessing the musket drills, and they had long been deeply terrified in their hearts.

"Do you know where the other branch of the White Mud tribe is?" He asked again.

"Yes." The native hesitated, but admitted.

He didn't know if this mysterious powerhouse could read minds, so he didn't dare to hide it.

"Okay, you lead the way to the White Clay Tribe. The rest of them shall return to your tribe and tell your chiefs and elders that they may come to me in seven days to the tribe of the White Mud. If you don't see them then, be prepared to bear my wrath. Liu Zheng said calmly.

His tone was so calm that he didn't make any gestures of demonstration, but the scouts of the Gravel Tribe felt a suffocating majesty that they had no doubt that his wrath would burn the entire Gravel Clan.

The other scouts left quickly, it took two days from Baini Village to the Gravel Tribe, and another two days from the Gravel Tribe to the Baini tribe branch, and they had no room for delay.

Valuables were given to Raphael, and there was not much to take with them in the village, only some daily necessities and souvenirs.

Saying goodbye to the deceased villagers, Liu Zheng took the remaining 26 Baini people and embarked on the road to the Baini branch.

Originally, he had promised Haka to bring the White Clay branch to the village, but after receiving the hidden mission, he changed his mind.

When the new Ramakat Empire is established and the White Clay becomes the High Priest, it is believed that Haka will be even happier.

Hessi, the scout of the Gravel Tribe, cautiously led the way ahead, occasionally glancing enviously at the muskets held by the White Clay Tribe.

He saw Liu Zheng smash the coconut with one shot, and he yearned for this powerful weapon.

"If you behave well enough, I can give you a shot." Liu Zheng saw through his thoughts.

There are only 8 adult males who survive, and the extra 2 strokes are wasted.

With Liu Zheng, there is no need for women to go to the battlefield.

He Xiu was in ecstasy, Liu Zheng didn't need to lie to him, he really had a chance to get those fire-breathing weapons.

He pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Araha, I know there is a shortcut to the White Clay Clan in two days, but..."

Liu Zheng looked at him calmly, waiting for him to say the rest of the words.

"But there was an Azkert army stationed on the road, about 200 people." Heshu also explained, by the way, why there were troops stationed.

It turned out to be a trading point for the Azcons, and enemies from the surrounding tribes who had committed serious crimes or were taken prisoner could go there and sell them to be transported back to the Central Valley as sacrifices.

"It's okay, let's go there." Liu Zheng's tone was as natural as climbing a mountain on a different path.

"Yes." Heshu suddenly expected the Azkets to show their usual pride and rudeness, so that they would know what the price would be paid.

In order to avoid trouble, Liu Zheng released Long Wei.

Not to mention the beasts along the way, even the birds did not dare to pass through this airspace, and only ignorant insects dared to crawl around.

As a good scout, Heshu was keenly aware of this.

Although Liu Zheng tried to avoid affecting them, Hexiu could still feel the majesty emanating from him.

He easily understood the connection between the two, and began to believe that the man in front of him was a god walking on earth.

After crossing a thicket, the group came to a path.

The path doesn't look like it's artificially built, but has been stepped on too much.

This reminds Liu Zheng of what Lu Xun said in "Hometown", just like there is no road in the world, and when there are more people walking, it becomes a road.

Although the road under the foot was used to transport sacrifices sold to the Aztecs.

They were quick enough to catch up with the group in front of them to deliver the offerings.

"It's from the Golden Leopard Tribe, and those sacrifices look like people from the Feather Tribe." Heshu knew the nearby tribes well.

Liu Zheng nodded and stepped forward.

The people of the Golden Leopard tribe also discovered them, and they were very vigilant at first, but after seeing that it was a group of old, weak, sick and young, they relaxed a lot, and even looked at them with bad intentions.

But they soon didn't have the leisure to look at the women of Baini Village, as Liu Zheng got closer and closer, the fear from biological instinct caught their hearts, and every nerve of theirs was urging them to flee, but the freezing reaction caused by excessive fear made them unable to move at all.

Many of the reactions that humans inherit from their distant ancestors are mostly beneficial, but a small number are also unfavorable.

It is said that when the ancestors of human beings encountered a beast of prey, they found that the beast was more sensitive to moving prey, and whoever moved first died first, and if you remained still, the beast might not be able to figure out your reality and choose to give up attacking.

Through continuous natural selection, this coping plan was written in the genes and has been inherited to this day.

But after humanity became the hegemon of the planet, such a reaction became a stumbling block in the face of danger.

Because the tools that human beings rely on to dominate the earth require timely and flexible actions to control.

Regardless, the people of the Golden Leopard Tribe and the Lingyu Tribe fell into extreme fear together, their pupils growing and their hearts racing.

It's like there is not a man in front of you, but a whole mountain range coming down from the sky, trying to crush them into powder.

Almost, Liu Zheng put away Long Wei.

The tense nerves of the two tribes finally relaxed, and they gasped for air, wet their backs with cold sweat.

"Aren't you all remnants of Ramakat? Why do you sell your former countrymen as sacrifices to the enemies who will destroy your country? Didn't your relatives and friends have their hearts gouged out by the Aztecs, and didn't your children have their throats cut by the Aztec priests? Liu Zheng asked, pointing to the people of the Lingyu tribe.

"They compete with us for prey." A man from the Golden Leopard tribe replied.

"Then you can kill them, why sell them to the Aztecs?" Liu Zheng asked.

"The Aztecs will pay us money and weapons." Or the same person answered.

"Then you continue to kill your former compatriots with these weapons and sell them to the Aztecs. Your power is getting smaller and smaller, but the Aztecs are pleasing their gods. When they come against you, your treasures and weapons will be taken away from you, and your lives will be taken with them. Liu Zheng said.

His words made the people of the Golden Leopard tribe not know what to say for a while, so they could only be stunned.

"My name is Liu Zheng, and I'm from the sea. Go back and tell your chiefs that they may come to see me in the White Clay tribe within seven days, or bear my wrath. If you meet people from other tribes on the road, tell them about it. Alright, you can go. Liu Zheng said as he walked.

He casually tore off the rope that bound the Lingyu tribesmen, and the Golden Leopard tribesmen looked at each other but didn't dare to stop them, and left after saluting.

The people of the Lingyu tribe bowed down and thanked each other and left, leaving only a young man who looked very strong.

"Ahara, my name is Howling Wind, and I beg to follow you." Howling Wind fell to one knee with his head buried in his knees.

"Get up, then you will follow Heshu." Liu Zheng said casually.

"Yes." Howling Wind replied happily.

Heshu was also very happy, which showed his place in the hearts of the gods.

Soon they came to the valley where the Aztec army was stationed.

A team had already loaded a batch of sacrifices and was ready to set off, and saw Liu Zheng and his party stop again.

The steward came over and asked, "Are you here to sell sacrifices?" So soon, we're about to go. ”

Liu Zheng was looking at the scenery of the valley with his back to him, and turned his head after hearing his words.

His fair, delicate skin like milk immediately caught the attention of the steward, and the steward stammered for a long time without coming up with a reason.

Liu Zheng was very helpless, talents like Haka are really rare, and the average quality of the natives is still too low.

He had no choice but to speak, "Call your general." ”

Only then did the steward react, and hurriedly went to call someone to call the general of the army stationed there.

The garrison general has strong muscles, high cheekbones, and fierce light in his eyes from time to time, and is a typical jaguar warrior.

The Aztecs worshipped the jaguar, the king of the American jungle, as "cautious, intelligent, noble" and a powerful animal capable of dodging incoming arrows before leaping quickly to pounce on attackers.

Therefore, they called the most powerful warriors the Jaguar Warriors, and a warrior had to take more than 4 captives to advance to this rank.

Jaguar warriors generally wore tiger skin armor, which contained salt-soaked cotton armor, about two fingers thick, to cushion the impact of stone axes and stone arrows.

The tiger skin is decorated with various colorful feathers (the more captives captured, the more ornate the decoration).

The jaguar warrior's weapon was the "Macquawit", a machete or axe with sharp obsidian on the sides, sharp enough to shave and held in place with turtle droppings.

It is not a weapon made of stone, but it is incredibly powerful, and it can cut off a horse's head with a single blow.

The shields of the samurai were usually made of rattan or hardened wood, reinforced with leather and decorated with feathers.

In addition, the officer's back was inserted with towering braids decorated with feathers, precious stones, gold and silver.

This not only indicates rank, but also acts as a link in a chaotic battle, allowing the commander to determine the location of the various combat teams.