In fact, when he first arrived in the city, many of his neighbors were acquaintances from the old days in the city of Hungshutizgan, but they were already unrecognizable—and in just a few years, the mental outlook of these people had changed dramatically.

Cocomm remembers very well that even before the old city-state was conquered by the Aztec army, his neighbors and acquaintances had few of them, and most of them lived a hard life of being poorly clothed and having eaten a meal, and almost everyone was starved to the bone.

But today, almost every one of them is fully dressed and has a red glow. Even though some people are still shirtless due to the hot weather in this place, at least everyone has shoes, and most of them are plastic shoes that have never been seen before, which are durable and comfortable.

In addition, the city was home to many foreign faces, including the Chichimec nomads of the northern desert, the Mayans of the dense jungles of the south, and the inhabitants of the Mexican valleys of the north. Some of them were merchants, bringing in pearls, gold, silver, natural gems, and slaves, as well as all kinds of wood, which were popular with the "men of God." Some came to work and relied on their own labor to exchange for the goods of "godmen".

Not long ago, a group of merchants came to trade on dozens of large rafts, and the items traded were the logs under their feet, and they sold all of them, leaving not a single raft behind. Just as the citizens of Harbor Hope were wondering how they would go back, they saw them put the matches, sugar, refined salt, and "miracle medicine" (antibiotic pills) they had exchanged for them in their baskets, and returned to their tribe by land......

The kingdom of Hongshutizgan, where his ancestors had lived for generations, and even the vast land under his feet, were all about to become different from before.

Looking at the "aristocratic mansions" made of steel sheets and beams on the side of the street, Cocombe vaguely realized in his mind.

With the surging flow of people, Cocombe walked briskly along the sand-paved streets towards the large square below the pyramids. It's a staging ground for logging teams and a timber dumping ground, always filled with mountains of logs and loud trumpets.

Since the end of last year, the square has been filled with an even more spectacular scene: on one side is a very rough, hideous, violent, steampunk steel machine, humming and humming, from time to time emitting wisps of black smoke and white steam, and on the other side is a large boiler, which is blazing from morning to night, boiling water day and night, neither for people to drink nor for bathing, for that machine to drink.

Eventually, the pot camel machine will drive an old-fashioned pumping machine, which is also very rough, hideous, violent, steampunk, and will lift the clear mountain spring from the canal to the cistern at the top of the pyramid, and then distribute it to all corners of the city through a still crude tap water system.

By the time Cocombe finally reached the center of the square, the top of the pyramid was already crackling with a third firecracker.

Then dozens of nobles with many feathers on their heads came down from the top of the pyramid, began to count the number of people with straight faces, and shouted at those who were late, and then took out a bunch of metal plaques with intricate patterns and distributed them to each lumberjack. Cocomb also took a metal plate from him and hung it carefully around his neck. In this way, when the evening is over, he can go to the granary with this sign and collect his salary - the logging team in Port Hope is paid a daily wage for every day of work.

Since the Indians had no currency, the lumberjacks' salaries were mainly in kind such as corn, sweet potatoes, salt, and cotton cloth. If they wanted to get other things, such as shochu, porcelain, and sweets, they could also trade grain cloth in the market. …,

After taking names, handing out signs, and receiving their axes, machetes, saws, ropes, and other tools, thousands of lumberjacks from all over Central America, under the command of the team leader, walked out of the city along the main road and into the forest not far away to cut down trees.

But Cocombe broke away from the group with three other men, and went out of the road, plunging headlong into the reckless jungle where there was no road at all, and made his way through the thorns and thorns, and made a few marks on the trees and rocks from time to time, in case he accidentally got lost.

Because, today, Cocomb received the task of being the leader of an exploration team, taking two Chichimec people who had come from the north to work, and a Mayan slave who had just been bought with 500 boxes of matches, leaving the old logging yard where the forest resources were about to be cut down, and going to find new, high-quality wood suitable for cutting.

-- After this period of frenzied deforestation, the forests around Port Hope have become increasingly scarce of high-quality trees that have grown into timber.

Then, with axes and machetes, Cocomb and his team would carve out a path through the grass and thorns so that the army could follow the path to the lumber yard and drag the felled trees back along the path. If there is a lot of wood to be hauled, the path will be trampled into a large road.

This is a difficult and dangerous task, because in the untouched jungle there are always dangers lurking, such as poisonous snakes, poisonous insects and jaguars. And once you get lost in the jungle, you will be in danger of your life.

-- Don't think that the Indians are all brilliant wilderness hunters, like Bei Ye at the top of the food chain, who can eat anything and live anywhere. In fact, most of them are just ordinary farmers, and many have never even been outside their villages in their lives.

As a result, Cocombe, who has lived in the barren forest for more than two years by hunting and gathering wild fruits, is often selected as the leader of the exploration team, and can receive double the salary, allowing him to live a very comfortable life in Hope Harbor.

Today, however, Cocomb feels as if he has used up all his life's good fortune.

Because, not long after he walked with the exploration team in the lush tropical vegetation, he had just come to a glade with spring water gushing out, and was about to stop here to rest his feet and drink water, when he suddenly saw a group of familiar visitors who made his legs weak.

-- Bright feathers on his head, various oil paints on his face, most of his tongues and ears pierced, various ornaments, red and white cotton cloak on his shoulders, a sharp javelin with a thrower, a round shield with feathers, and an obsidian machete "Macquawit......

They are the invincible kings of all of Mexico, more terrifying in the jungle than jaguars, and the arch-enemy who destroyed the kingdom of Hun Huntizgan six years ago...... Aztec warriors!

After identifying the other party's identity, Cocombe immediately couldn't help but scream, trembling violently, and couldn't even stand on his feet.

How could the Aztec warriors appear on the outskirts of Hopeport? Are they going to attack the kingdom of Honshutizgan again?

Although he thinks that with the help of the "godmen", the kingdom of Honshutizgan has become more powerful than before, but in Cocombe's superficial understanding, his motherland, which has just experienced a great disaster, should still be difficult to compete with the Aztecs who dominate Mexico.

Even if Hope Port can withstand the attack of the Aztec army, at least these unlucky ghosts who have bumped into them are afraid that they will be wiped out.

Thinking of this, Cocombe involuntarily quietly took a few steps back, and observing his surroundings, Jihua took a route to escape......

Fortunately, there were not many of these Aztecs, only a hundred in total, and it didn't seem like they were there to fight. Moreover, after their encounter with Cocomb and the others, they did not show any hostility, but ...... Belch? On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief?

Then Cocomb saw that among the Aztecs came a tall, well-built, richly dressed young man, who first raised his right hand to his side, spread his palm, made a gesture of peace, and then raised his chin and commanded rather arrogantly:

“…… We are messengers sent by Montezuma Bixia! Go back quickly and report to your king, and let him send a guard of honor to meet you!" ”