Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1839 - 1326: I Was Exhausted, Hungry, and Furious!

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After a brief conflict and intimidation, there was a long stare down, with big eyes facing small ones. Zuwaro certainly wouldn't go ashore to duel with a Fish-Skin chieftain wielding a large hammer, whose arms could restrain a horse. On the entire Kingdom Longship, the only one able to tame a wild horse alone like the opponent, would likely be the sturdy Unanga Warrior Xiong Da.

But if they were to really fight, who knows what might happen? The opponent's battle roar and savage fighting spirit are completely different from the pure and resolute Unanga Warriors. With so many Fish-Skin barbarians surrounding, they might not adhere to the one-on-one rule! Anyway, calm these barbarians down first, then we can have a good conversation. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Tamikusa! Make a fire and cook on the ship! We'll eat fish porridge for lunch, add more of the Japanese rice, add more of the Kingdom peppers! Let these Fish-Skin Tribes stand on the shore, smelling and watching, and drooling!"

Zuwaro rolled his eyes and commanded Warrior Chief Tamikusa. The longship anchored in the river, and then the warriors on the ship, while staying on guard in confrontation, began busying themselves.

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Soon, under the astonished gaze of the Fish-Skin Tribe, the tribe on the longship started cooking. The faint scent of rice drifted toward the shore, along with a very special, appetite-stimulating aroma. Maha Agudah widened his eyes, gritting his stone hammer tightly, as his stomach couldn't help but rumble. The bow-wielding Fish-Skin Tribe around, though trying to maintain a fierce demeanor, occasionally swallowing revealed their inner thoughts.

"Damn it! What exactly are these boat-users cooking? How could it smell so good?..."

"What is this smell? It smells a bit strong, but seems delicious!..."

"Fought all morning, I'm hungry too!..."

The standoff by the river became increasingly agonizing, especially for the hungry Fish-Skin Warriors who hadn't eaten all day. And the original fighting atmosphere unknowingly dissipated much. And when this special aroma gradually lingered around the back market camp, there suddenly arose a loud shout, followed by the sound of wood breaking!

A tall barbarian, clad in tattered Fish-Skin and covered in blood, suddenly broke free from a low wooden cage!

"Roar!..."

"Damn it! Agudah, the newly caught tribe slave has escaped!"

"How is this possible? How could a slave in the cage break the heavy wooden cage pinned in the ground with that powerless posture!"

"Agudah, it's Hu Nu! It's that strong Hu Nu!"

"Ah! Hurry and capture him! Don't let him free other tribe slaves too!..."

The Fish-Skin Tribe on the shore clamored again, repeatedly chanting "Agudah's" name. In every larger Fish-Skin Tribe, there exists only one "Agudah," because the name means "Chieftain."

"Hmm? These are the Fish-Skin Tribe's... slaves?..."

Zuwaro squinted his eyes, carefully looking toward the camp, only to find a row of low wooden cages pinned at the temple's base wall, inside which ragged tribe slaves were imprisoned. The cages seemed deeply pinned into the ground, with the slaves forced to slump helplessly, unable even to shift, not to mention escape...

But now, a tribe slave actually broke the wooden cage and escaped! He roared angrily, like a furious giant bear, rushing to rescue other captives. He then, with three or five tries, forcefully broke another heavy and sturdy wooden cage!

"Damn runaway slave! Damn Boat-Using Tribe!... These annoying troubles all came together!... You all, go and subdue those hard-won tribe slaves! Alive!"

The Fish-Skin chieftain Maha Agudah angrily waved, and a dozen tribe warriors wielding hammers turned back towards the camp to first subdue the tribe slaves.

But during the standoff by the river, in a flash, more than half of the dozen war slaves had escaped. They grabbed thick wooden pieces torn from the cages, and in quick exchanges, fought equally with the returning tribe warriors. Especially the initially freed Hu Nu, who wielded a half section of round wood with such force that five or six warriors couldn't get close!

"A bunch of useless fools! Can't even handle a few war slaves..."

Facing the chaotic camp, Maha Agudah was furiously angry. He glared hard at the longship in the river; if not for these inexplicable Boat-Using Tribe, the warriors in the camp wouldn't all be dispatched to the river to confront the opponent. And if not for this, the newly captured tribe slaves wouldn't have the chance to escape...

"A bunch of inexplicable folks! If you have the skills, wait for my return and come down to fight again!"

Maha Agudah fiercely uttered harsh words to the longship, to the warriors drinking porridge and watching the fun from afar. Then, carrying a twenty-pound heavy hammer, he hurried to the camp. His running speed was swift and steady, like a fierce tiger in the mountain forest. But when he neared Hu Nu, he paused his steps, quietly circling into the opponent's blind spot, constantly shifting his steps.

"Roar!..."

A few breaths later, the tall Hu Nu roared angrily, forcefully swinging the round wood down. The strike was so powerful that it directly forced a Fish-Skin Warrior to retreat several steps, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground. However, Hu Nu's "technique" was exhausted, revealing some flaws on the side and back...

"Growl Roar!..."

Maha Agudah suddenly burst out, like a pouncing beast! He swung the heavy hammer vigorously, striking Hu Nu on the side shoulder, not quite a vital spot. Hu Nu also sensed danger, tried to return the wood forcefully, yet only halfway exerted himself, colliding with the incoming heavy hammer.

"Bang!..."

Hu Nu staggered back a step, and Maha Agudah also found his palm numb. However, he roared again pressing forward without pause, hammering again and again, making it impossible for Hu Nu to counter. And surrounding tribe warriors seized the opportunity together, swinging bone sticks from behind, striking at Hu Nu's knee crooks, back, arm crooks... After just a few breaths, accompanied by an unwilling roar, the tall Hu Nu finally fell to the ground, pressed by five or six men, unable to move at all!

"Spit! Tie up this stupid slave! Tie with three ropes! Bind tightly!"

Maha Agudah spat in Hu Nu's angry face. Seeing Hu Nu fall, the other seven or eight escaped Fish-Skin slaves cried out together, quickly losing their fighting momentum. They turned to escape but were chased down one by one by Fish-Skin Warriors, knocked down and dragged back again.

"A bunch of idiots! Tie them up, put them back in! These newly caught tribe slaves still need to be conditioned for a month before being barely usable..."

After finally dealing with this mess in the camp, Maha Agudah, gasping for breath, carrying the twenty-pound stone hammer, tired and hungry, returned to the riverbank. And upon seeing the longship tribe still eating porridge, still watching the show, still not disembarking, his face twisted with anger.

"Ahhh! Neither fighting nor leaving!... Boat-users! What do you want to do?!"...

"Under the Chief Divine's protection! Fish-Skin chieftain, as we said earlier, we wish to pay respects at the temple in the market! We mean no harm; we are your friends!"...

Zuwaro smiled, looking at the Fish-Skin chieftain onshore, raising the clay pot in his hand. Inside was steaming, fragrant, spicy meat porridge, with a tempting mysterious aroma.

"The Chief Divine is our witness! Fish-Skin chieftain, you must be hungry after fighting since morning! How about I send some meat porridge for you to taste?... Here! Just this pot! I'll have a couple of sips first before letting the warriors take it down for you!"...

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Maha Agudah widened his eyes, looking at the "Boat-Using Chief" on the longship, with a remarkably vivid expression on his fierce face. Yet the fragrance of rice, which he had never smelled before, and the more enticing chili aroma, his rebellious stomach growled once more, louder than before...