The strong wind blew through the mountains and fields, bringing with it the slight chill of the northern continent. When the red crow Amosi changed from a sad old farmer to a cunning and threatening canine chief, hundreds of miles away in the south, hundreds of canoes finally came from
It breaks out of the mountains in the upper reaches of the Tampen River tributary and stops at the confluence of the gentle river.
"O Lord God! The gray wolf in the wilderness traveled four hundred miles eastward, and the towering mountains hung hundreds of people high. And the wolf-like warriors landed here, broke out of the barren and desolate valley cage, and finally came to this vast and vibrant place.
The green fields and fertile fields!…”
The poet Paramo staggered, jumped out of the sturdy but somewhat damaged boat, and stood on the Asakusa plain by the river, unable to open his eyes.
The 400-mile upper reaches of the Tampen River tributary was located in the mountains. It was very difficult to navigate. The drop was huge and the current was fast. It really shook him a little dizzy! Several times, his boat even hit the river beach, even the small boat.
Several pieces of the front plate of the boat were knocked off. The navigation ability of this upstream is at its peak for a shallow-bottomed and flexible canoe. Even a larger paddle boat would probably have an accident.
After taking a few breaths, the poet Páramo took a deep breath, widened his weathered eyes, and looked lovingly at the green land. He even knelt down on the ground in excitement and kissed the slightly wet soil.
"Ah! Thousands of miles of fertile wilderness in the east, the plains beside the Tampen River, the rich fields of the Huastec people! Even the soil by the river has the fragrance of vegetation, and is much more moist than the barren sand in the wilderness.
Much more! This is the blessing of the Lord God and a gift from the Mother Goddess of the Earth!…”
"Quack...quack! Quack...quack!"
Several large-billed crows circled in the sky, emitting a particularly loud croak. This large crow, unique to America, can grow to half a meter long, has a rather long and sharp beak, and occupies the ecological niche of small raptors.
At this moment, they opened their sharp eyes, looking down at the boats docking one after another on the river, and the bipedal beasts that kept getting off the boats, judging whether there would be food or danger.
In the past few years, they have been smart enough to patrol hundreds of miles of swamps and plains. They have seen too many fights between two-legged beasts and eaten many dead bodies. And these animals covered in fur and wearing
Feathered bipedal beasts with long single claws are often the creators of corpses of the same kind, and occasionally dangerous crow hunters.
"Ancestor! Praise Chief Paramo! He conquered this fertile land in the east and led our Qingqiu tribe to finally come out of the wasteland and valley!..."
"Oh! Brother-in-law, the chief, there is so much water, so much grass and trees here! Wow! There is an abandoned village over there, with fields around it!..."
"Yes! It's such a good place. It's much better than the arid wasteland! Brother-in-law of the chief, from now on, these hundreds of miles of fertile land by the river will belong to our Qingqiu tribe, right?! Hey, do you want it?
For the sake of my sister, please take more care of our Guamar tribe..."
"Huh? Where are the Huastecs, the original farming tribe here? Ah! Chief Daddy, you're not going to let us farm, are you?... But I want to go hunting or fighting! Those are the warriors of the tribe.
What to do…”
As a large group of small boats docked, hundreds of canine-headed people wearing straw coats and furs, wearing feathers and bone ornaments, and carrying large bows and bone arrows, all swarmed ashore. They surrounded the center.
The poet Parramo saluted and cheered in a chaotic manner, shouting various titles.
Most of the tribal warriors wearing ordinary clothes and holding spears stood around obediently, shouting "Chief Baramo" in unison. However, a small number of tribal leaders wearing armor, carrying bows, and carrying battle axes all gathered together.
Come forward. They shouted "Brother-in-law of the Chief", "Brother-in-law of the Chief", and "Daddy Chief", each one getting closer and more enthusiastic than the other, which was quite interesting.
In fact, there is a reason for such a closely related title. Parramo was born in a civilian warrior family in the alliance. Naturally, he did not have the retainer background of a noble family, and he did not have many reliable relatives in the clan who could control more than ten dozen things for him.
One hundred thousand tribesmen.
Faced with such a situation, the solution Balamo came up with was to give full play to his talents, marry into various large tribes in the wilderness, and marry more than 20 tribal noblewomen and noble widows in one go! Such a way
Since then, he has dozens of brother-in-laws who are headmen, and a dozen cheap sons who are half-adult and half-adult. These canine relatives who are quite influential in the tribe and have a high status can serve as a prisoner for him.
He firmly controls the major tribes, and even joins the army to fight with him, and goes on expeditions everywhere!
"Huh! Shut up! What are you yelling about! Didn't you see that I was praying and chanting, seeking enlightenment from the gods?!... Why are we gathering together in such a mess? We separated into several teams and went to check the surrounding area.
Tan! I’ll camp in that deserted village tonight and clean it up in advance!…”
"Obey you! Great Chief!..."
"Okay! Brother-in-law!"
"Yes! Brother-in-law!"
"It's up to you, Daddy!"
Following the curse of the poet Paramo, the chaotic canine warriors quickly began to take action. Under the leadership of each well-equipped leader, the canine warriors formed a team of more than ten or twenty people and ran in all directions.
Dispersed. Soon, police posts were deployed one by one, and the patrol team also climbed to the surrounding commanding heights, fully demonstrating the scouting ability of the elite canine.
"Huh, Lord God! I have been wandering in the wasteland for more than ten years and have eaten so much sand! This time I finally stepped out of the wasteland and got a real decent piece of land! ... Well, this is the Tampeng River.
In the middle section, it is three to four hundred miles away from the Wasteland City in the west and the Otter City at the mouth of the sea in the east... The location is just right, there are two rivers intersecting, and the water and soil are very fertile. There are also many Huastec abandoned areas around.
As long as the tribal people are relocated to the village fields, spring plowing can begin in April and May... It is indeed a good place to build a city!..."
The poet Parramo stood by the river, looking at the surrounding scenery, his heart full of pride and emotion. If the Sacascarat Wasteland is a land of drought and the dry yellow of Gobi rocks; the Palms Valley is a clump of
There are clumps of cacti and the yellow-green of sparse grassland; the Huastek River Swamp here is full of water and green with grass and forests. And if such fertile soil is completely cultivated, then Qingqiu County, which has nearly 200,000 people, will be green.
Even if the Qiu tribe has a truly prosperous and stable core foundation that can be passed on to future generations, it can still expand!
"Your Highness, Your Highness! You asked me to guard Qingqiu, and you asked me to guard Qingqiu in the wasteland valley for more than ten years... Now, you have gone to the cage next to the God King, but I have walked out of the cage in the wasteland valley!
…”
The poet Paramo looked for a long time, recalling the past years, and his expression seemed a little gloomy. At this moment, he was wearing a bison skin robe, with a bone sun amulet around his neck, and his face was painted with the traditional Canine symbol in red ink.
Chief Wen Ke, followed by a large group of canine warriors... No matter how you look at it, he is already a complete wasteland chief!
Time is like a river, passing by continuously. Now, more than ten years have passed since the autumn when Shulot first sent him north to run a caravan with the Guamar dog descendants and grasp the situation in the north. And it has been more than ten years since he took over Qingqiu County and took charge.
Nearly ten years have passed in the kingdom’s northern enclave!
The wind and sand in the desert for more than ten years have continuously shaped the hills from Mexico, making him grow and change from a melancholy, gentle and kind Mexica warrior battalion commander, until he became the heroic and heroic man he is now.
The unruly, cunning and ruthless chief of Paramo!
The only thing that remains unchanged is his love for poetry, which is like the awe and speculation in his heart for His Highness who personally promoted and arranged him.
"Your Highness, Your Highness! More than ten years ago, a grass tree and a monkey took refuge in you at the same time. You also personally gave me a surname, called Paramo Rulfo! At that time, the starting point of the grass tree was comparable to
The monkey is still tall!…”
"But why are you like a ruthless mountain god who threw the grass and trees into the barren northern wasteland and into the desolate and remote Qingqiu cage, but you let the monkey stay in the prosperous lake kingdom, and even became the marshal of the kingdom, always
Protecting the foundation you value most?..."
"Don't you believe in my loyalty, but trust that bumbling monkey?... But my feelings for you are like sunflowers facing the sun! Even if they are not as good as the monkeys who are as close-fitting as cotton cloth, they are still there.
How can Ezpin’s four-fingered general Prepecha compare?!…”
The poet Páramo looked melancholy and let out a low sigh. Over the past ten years, his emotions towards Xiulote have been very complicated and constantly changing.
"O Lord God! The sun rises and sets, and the desert wind blows and the sand rises! Everything in this world is changing, you are changing, I am changing, and the green hills are changing... The grass and trees are growing bigger and bigger, and once upon a time
The spacious valley nursery has turned into a narrow tribal prison! But what about you? My mountain god, have you forgotten me?..."
Is Qingqiu a prison? Of course it wasn't at the beginning. When Paramo first started to take charge of his own affairs, holding tens of thousands of Otomi and dog descendants in his hands, and running the Pamus Qingqiu Valley with a radius of hundreds of miles...he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.
Your Highness, I have nothing but gratitude!
But when he stabilized the Qingqiu Valley and gathered more and more canine tribes, he found that the cultivated land in the valley was so limited that it could only support more than 100,000 tribesmen at most. And the more canine tribes he gathered
The tribes can only transport them to the south, to the hinterland of the kingdom, in exchange for the kingdom's food and weapons replenishment... It seems that in just a few years, the expansion of Qingqiu County has reached its ceiling...
"Your Highness! Your grass and trees have grown into big trees, standing on the high green hills! He looked around, and all he saw was desolation! To the east were the descendants of the red crows and dogs who migrated eastward, and the Huastec people who were vassals of the alliance.
Alliance, the southwest is the two Otomi states that are vassals of the kingdom, and the southeast is the northeastern state of the Mexica Alliance...The only direction in which it can expand is the west and the Sacascarat Wasteland in the north!"
"But, what is there in the wasteland? How can we make big trees grow? I only saw the dry Gobi and barren hills, and only a few sparse cacti! Oh, and there are also large silver mines deep in the northwest wasteland.
The ground for a hundred miles is full of silver stones, not even a root of grass grows!"
"But even if this is the case, I am still loyal to you with all my heart! As long as you are in the kingdom, as long as you hold the power of the kingdom! No matter whether it is the commander of the county army in each county or the various tribes in the wilderness, there will be no
Any dissatisfaction can be controlled by you like an arm!…”
"My Highness, all the army commanders of the kingdom have prepared their armies! And I have mobilized a full 20,000 fierce and brutal canine warriors, who are preparing to fight to the death for you and attack the north of the alliance! These poor tribal warriors
You are never afraid of death, and you can still pull out more after beating them all, as long as you can loot, burn and kill... But why do you want to go to the capital city in the lake and actively throw yourself into the God King's cage?..."
"Don't you know? Once you have an accident...Monkey, Ezpin, I...my loyalty, our loyalty, to whom can I dedicate it? And when the time comes, my ambition, our ambition, will no longer be
I can’t hold it back anymore!…”
This chapter has been completed!