mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 319 The Incarnation of God of War Kuku

However, the seemingly loose and loose skirt hung firmly on her body no matter how violently she moved.

This disappointed Zhao Chuanxin.

Women's hula dance can still see the femininity of women. Kara, the god of dance, pays tribute to her sister Pella, full of natural tension.

And when those Kanaka men came on stage, the style of painting changed.

These men are well-built, not the kind of pure sharp-edged bodybuilding, but thick and fat-coated outside, but they don't look fat and clumsy.

According to the Chinese people, it is five big and three thick, with big arms and round waists.

Sometimes they bend down, sometimes stand up, twisting their waists and abdomen, and when they raise their hands and feet, they are full of powerful rhythm, and they are extremely masculine!
With the tattoos on their backs, arms, legs, and even their fingers, toes, and faces, it makes people feel that they will pick up the spears on the ground and go into battle at any time.

Li Shutong was terrified: "Payment, why do I feel that they seem to jump up and beat me at any time?"

Liu Yuanshan also whispered: "Look at them staring and sticking out their tongues, it's so scary."

Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved when he heard this.

Who is the most capable race in the Pacific Ocean?
That must be Samoan.

Their bones are strong, their bodies are large, and their strength is especially outstanding,

It is more troublesome to subdivide the Samoan race, but the Kanaka is also a kind of Samoan.

Later generations, because of excess nutrition, they are basically wide and fat.Even now, they are inseparable from the "refrigerator" figure, but they are more symmetrical than later generations.

The American conscription, the favorite to patronize is the Samoan ethnic group.

Each of these men was a born fighter.

Of course, the brain is another matter.

But after thinking about it, he dismissed those thoughts again, feeling a little unrealistic.

After all, he lived and worked here in peace and contentment, and lived a good life, but why would he follow him around to fight?
He explained to the two: "The Kanakas are strong, stronger than Asians, Europeans, blacks. Some even say they are the strongest people on earth. As for why they are so strong, I don't know. In particular, they combine fighting with religion, and when they fight, their fighting will is no worse than that of little devils."

Combatants of faith are the scariest.

During World War II, Samoans also participated in the European and African battlefields.

Although Germany's Erwin Rommel was an opponent, he said with emotion that if he was given a Maori army, he could conquer the world.

Of course, there are still some differences between the Kanaka people of Hawaii and the Maori people.

At this time, the Kanaka man on the field was jumping and yelling: "Hula... Kahei... Hula... Kahei..."

The eyes are like copper bells, and the tongue is like a beast, just like the four king vajras in the temple.Coupled with the powerful battle dance, Li Shutong and others felt their scalps go numb.

The high priest also began to sing in a low voice without knowing the meaning.

Boy, it's a full stereo show, full of sound and color.

"This is our Hula Ka'i war dance, which communicates with Kuku, the God of War, who grants us mental and physical strength," Kirsch said.

Zhao Chuanxin also saw some clues.

This kind of war dance can indeed train flexibility and coordination, making their strong bodies soft.

Big and flexible enough, just ask if you are afraid?
After the war dance, Zhao Chuanxin took the lead in applauding.

It is indeed wonderful.

The high priest nodded towards Zhao Chuanxin, with a smug expression on his face.

Next came the Hakoko performance.

This is a skill for throwing spears.

Their spears are of wood and sharpened bone, and vary in length.There are long-distance throws, and there are also those used for close combat.

Not only do you have to practice the accuracy of throwing, but you also have to practice catching spears, which is a bit scary.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to accept it.

The high priest said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Friends from afar, you should demonstrate your bravery for the soldiers."

As he spoke, he handed a throwing short spear to Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to take it, shit, in this respect, he felt that he couldn't compare with others.

Isn't it good to pretend to be strong in the field you are good at?

But seeing that all the Kanaka people were looking at him, he could only bite the bullet and took the short spear, saying, "A few more."

The first one, he didn't need to think about it, the effect was definitely not ideal.

Miao Cuihua didn't care about anything else, she was only worried about Zhao Chuanxin's body: "Last time you lost a pig and lost your waist. Either forget it, or you will suffer for a long time."

Zhao Chuanxin blushed: "Look at what you said, I was an accident that time. A pig weighs more than a hundred catties. Can it compare with a spear?"

The last time I flashed my waist, I was almost given by Miao Cuihua...

He took out the devil's crystal glasses and put them on, picked up a short spear, imitated the Kanaka posture, ran up, and threw.

The short spear flew out, getting farther and farther away in everyone's sight!
Zhao Chuanxin didn't hold out hope for his accuracy, but the so-called miracles with great strength should deter them with strength.

However, after all, he has not mastered the skills, and he is not as far away as the Kanaka people, and his accuracy is even worse.

The crowd sighed.

Zhao Chuanxin suppressed his hands and didn't blush: "Low-key, everyone is low-key."

"..."

Li Shutong smiled wryly: "The face of passing on salary is really thick."

Ning An refused to accept: "Sir is still very strong."

Li Shutong was speechless: "Do you know whether he is strong or not?"

In fact, Li Shutong's personality has become much more cheerful during the time he ran with Zhao Chuanxin.

Ning An: "I..."

With the calibration of the first stick and experience, Zhao Chuanxin was closer to the center line when he threw it for the second time, and he threw it a little further.

Huh?
Zhao Chuanxin found some tricks.

Regardless of others' comments, he picked up the third throw.

the fourth root,
fifth root,
The sixth root...

Constantly calibrated by devil crystal glasses,
Zhao Chuanxin's throws became more accurate and farther away.

When the short spear at his feet was empty, Zhao Chuanxin looked up, and everyone stared at him blankly.

You know, Zhao Chuanxin threw about seventeen or eight short spears.

This thing is also quite labor-intensive. The first two or three times can be regarded as a warm-up.After throwing seven or eight times, you will gradually become exhausted, your arms will become numb, and the throwing distance and accuracy will also decrease.

But the next seventeen or eight roots are farther away each time, and more accurate each time, which is impossible for ordinary people.

The high priest said excitedly: "Friends from afar, you are definitely the incarnation of the God of War Kuku! Your Ma Na is incredibly powerful! It can be seen that you have never touched Ko'a, but you can master the skills in the shortest time , is really amazing."

Without waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to be modest, Kishi next to him suggested, "Sir, why don't you try to pick up the spear?"

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback, and gave Kishi a hard look.

The dog has come up with a bad idea!
Even if he was killed, he wouldn't try to pick up the spear. What if he was stabbed to death?
Kishi was stared at in bewilderment.

He didn't understand what he said wrong.

In the concept of the Kanaka people, since the value of force is strong, it should be performed properly, so as to communicate with the gods.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go here, I'm a layman, I can't compare to you."

A group of Karnaca men looked at each other: "..."

You call this a layman?

The high priest sighed: "Although we Karnaca are protected by the gods, the weapons of the white people are too powerful. Our Ko'a are not their opponents."

Ko'a is their collective name for spear weapons.

In the last century, the Kanakas living in Hawaii often fought against white Europeans.

Their flying spears also made the white people suffer.

This thing is definitely not as good as a hot weapon, but if you get stabbed, it will be very cold, and it is inevitable to blow the lamp and pull the wax.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes rolled: "Everyone can practice hot weapons, but your spears have been practiced since childhood. If you think about it, it's just guns. I can provide you with some for practice."

As he said that, he had an extra Lee Enfield box rifle in his hand.

The high priest's eyes lit up, and the surrounding Kanakas also joined in.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the coconut tree not far away, pulled the bolt of the gun, and pulled the trigger.

Bang, the coconut falls.

Bang, keep falling.

Bang, drop again.

A group of Kanakas watched with straight eyes.

After emptying the bullet, Zhao Chuanxin put the gun on his shoulder: "How?"

The high priest nodded: "Strong, you are a born warrior!"

When Mi Shan saw the coconuts falling, some of them were broken, he ran over to lick them.

cooked rice:"……"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the Kanaka people were interested in guns, so he took out a dozen rifles and some ammunition from the secret realm: "Give it to you, my friend."

Li Shutong narrowed his eyes. He knew that Captain Zhao had never done any business at a loss, and he must have some kind of plan for giving these guns away for free.

The high priest was moved and stepped forward to hold Zhao Chuanxin's hand: "Friends from afar, you are a true friend of our Kanaka people. You are the incarnation of the God of War. We Kanaka people would like to unite with your spirit. Please allow I sent someone to leave the Kakau mark on you."

After Kishi translated, Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "What is the Kakau imprint?"

Don't be fooled.

Kirsch said: "It is a seal that binds us together, a seal blessed by the gods of Kann and Rono."

It's the same as saying nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, it should be a trick like dotting holy water on the forehead.

It doesn't matter if this kind of thing is beneficial but not expensive.

The main reason is that he has some small calculations in his heart, and maybe he will have contact with these Kanakas in the future.

Just say, "Yes, yes, but I don't have much time, because we have to get back to the boat."

The high priest nodded: "It's okay, I will arrange it."

Then, he turned his head and said something to the Kanaka loudly.

The crowd suddenly became excited, men and women eager to try.In the end, the high priest ordered a mixed-race woman with a plus-size figure.

After hearing this, the woman turned around and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin and Li Shutong looked at each other in blank dismay.

When I asked Kishi, she said, "Her name is Mahina. She is not only the best dancer favored by the god of karaoke in the clan, but also the best Kahuna Ta Tatau."

Zhao Chuanxin was angry: "What exactly are you talking about?"

Kirsch's English text was not very good, and she scratched her head anxiously at this time, and finally said: "In short, she is ingenious."

While talking, Mahina came running with some bottles and cans.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that her plump body was trembling while running, but her face was not flushed and she was not panting. She lamented that her physique was really good.

The high priest said: "Now, my friend from afar, please sit down, and I will chant mele oli for you."

Zhao Chuanxin subconsciously took out his pocket watch to look at it, but the longitude had changed and the time was not adjusted, so he couldn't do it accurately.But looking at the sun in the sky, there should be enough time.

Anyway, he couldn't understand what the high priest said, so he simply sat down.

The High Priest began to chant: "O great Kane, life-giving water to the earth.

O great Kanaloa, the salty waters that endow the sea.

O great Ku, rule the island of Keawe..."

however,
When Mahina took out a needle that was 8 centimeters long, polished from tortoise shell, with a wooden handle, stained with ink, and lifted Zhao Chuanxin's clothes.

Zhao Chuanxin was in a hurry: "I, Cao, wait, stop, what are you going to do..."

(End of this chapter)