There was silence in the low long house, with only the faint smell of blood coming in the wind. Kakaro lay quietly on the ground, as if he had returned to the embrace of the Mother Earth. And the mysterious words, like prophecies, fell on the three of them.
My heart couldn't let go for a long time.
Bertard took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to feel the old priest's breath, turned around and shook his head.
"Your Highness, he is dead."
Shulot looked solemn and reached out to pick up the wooden board on the ground. He looked at his emblem and name and was speechless for a while. After a while, he looked at Coca.
"Coca, did you hear the old priest's last words clearly?"
"Ah, the respected Chief of Death!"
Coca carefully glanced at the name on the board, and then glanced at Kakalo, who was lying dead on the ground. Although he did not believe in gods, when he encountered this mysterious phenomenon, he still regarded it as a prophecy of the wilderness priest, and was full of confidence in Shulot.
In awe, Chief Red Frog lowered his head deeply and replied.
"Great Chief, Kakaro's last words were, Flower of Death, the soul you have been looking for is in the place where you keep traveling, and you can never catch it!"
Among the Chichimec people, "Alan" means "the flower of death", "away" also means "travel", and "meeting" and "capturing" are similar.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I heard."
Shulot nodded calmly, but waves of turmoil arose in his heart.
"Know my name, know my emblem, prophecy before death...The flower of death cannot catch me? Does this refer to the secret of my reincarnation?...The node of destiny is in the east? This is a prophecy for the colonists
Coming soon?...The shadow of death is coming from the south? Is this talking about the coming smallpox plague?...Is there anyone in this world who can really see through everything and predict the future?!"
The king was silent for a long time, lost in thought. Bertard looked calm, and Coca bowed his head respectfully. The time in the long room almost froze until a personal guard bowed his head and came forward.
"Your Highness, the envoy of the Eastern Route Army is outside the house. There is urgent military information."
Hearing this, Shulot woke up from his meditation. After thinking for a moment, he gave the order in a deep voice.
"Bertard, give this wise wilderness priest a good burial! Erect a tombstone for him and write his last words on it. Treat the tribal priests who have surrendered in each tribe kindly. Let them send two more people to sort out the wasteland inheritance here.
, and send them all to my big account!"
"Follow your will, Your Highness! I will send men to check the priests in the wasteland."
Bertard bowed and saluted. As soon as Hulot took two steps, he remembered something again, turned around and asked.
"Coca, you said the Red Crow tribe was the first tribe to escape?"
"Yes, Warchief."
"Where did they escape?"
"Uh... it should be the north, I just don't know if it's the northwest or the northeast."
Koka stared and couldn't answer.
The king shook his head slightly and ordered the warrior commander.
"Pay attention to the Red Crow tribe. It's best to catch their leader!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
Shulot stopped talking and strode out of the long room. There are too many secrets in this world, buried silently in the dust. And he is destined to leave his own footprints on the dust of history!
Outside the longhouse, an Otomi envoy was waiting. His face was dusty and dusty, and his eyes showed some anxiety. When he saw Shulot walking out, the envoy suddenly fell to his knees and shouted loudly.
"Your Highness! Three days ago, the Eastern Route Army was attacked by the Dogmen! Prince Giowa sent me to ask you for reinforcements!"
"Who is the leader of the Guakili canine descendants? How many tribes came? How many warriors are there in total?"
Xiulote's expression did not change and he asked in a deep voice. He had long expected that the Eastern Route Army would be attacked by the canine people, and had already ordered Giowa to set up camp for defense. Even if Giowa relied on the camp, even if he could not win, he would not be defeated.
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"Your Highness, the leader of the canine descendants should be Red Dog Chief Chichika. The army fought for two days, and the flags of five large tribes, Red Dog, Red Stork, Red Deer, Red Monkey, and Red Salamander, all appeared! The enemy in front of me
It is estimated that there are 8,000 to 10,000. The Red Dog tribe sent more than 2,000 troops, the Red Stork, Red Deer, Red Monkey, and Red Salamander each had more than 1,000 troops, and the other ordinary tribes also had 2,000 troops!"
"Eight thousand to ten thousand?"
Shulot frowned. There were more than 60,000 canine descendants gathered near the city of Parmus in the northeast. Armed with all the strong men, the maximum number of 20,000 warriors could be mobilized. This number of troops proved that the canine descendants still had some strength left.
"Prince Giowa has eight thousand warriors in his hands! He has the same strength as the Guakili people, and he set up camp in advance. Why did he ask for help from me so quickly?"
"Your Highness, the Guakili canine descendants are divided into two groups. One is the main force assembled. Five large tribes are camped together to confront the prince in front. There are many red-haired people in the large tribes. They harass the camp day and night, and the warriors are not allowed to do so.
Rest."
The messenger took a breath and replied carefully.
"The other way is the harassing partial division. More than two thousand soldiers from the ordinary tribes were divided into a dozen small teams and went around to the southwest of the camp. These ordinary tribes moved flexibly. After they dispersed behind the army, they continued to plunder the supply teams! I'll come
At that time, the latest batch of grain transport teams had just been looted, and the militiamen suffered more than 200 casualties..."
"What is Giovanni doing?"
Hearing this, Shulot was a little dissatisfied.
"With eight thousand warriors in his hands, he can't even protect his own food route?"
"Your Highness, in accordance with your order, Prince Giovanni set up a camp to defend it! The dog descendants attacked twice and left two hundred corpses behind, so they stopped attacking with force. There is still half a month of food in stock in the camp.
As long as there are enough militiamen transporting food, the dog descendants cannot really block the food road."
Then, the envoy of Otomi showed hesitation. He looked at Coca next to him, and the Red Frog chief took a few steps back consciously. The envoy then whispered.
"Your Highness, the prince begs for your understanding! He has just assumed the position of leader of the mountain city and the bird-shooting king of the Otomi people. His reputation has not yet been established, and his control over the legion is not yet stable. The Guakili dog descendants are coming fiercely, and he does not dare to fight with him at this time.
If the opponent loses the battle, the morale of the army will be shaken. Even if the battle is won, the Guakili people will be defeated and will not disperse, often setting ambushes. The previous leader of the mountain city won first and then lost. When chasing the fleeing enemy
Ambushed by a sharpshooter..."
Having said this, the messenger paused, then suddenly fell to the ground and shouted loudly.
"Your Highness, the prince is holding on to the camp and it is unbreakable. He asks you to lead the army and join hands with him to defeat the enemy!"
Shulot thought for a while and nodded slowly. He said with a smile.
"It has only been a few months since he became the leader of the mountain city, but Giowa has indeed made a lot of progress! Go back and tell him to hold on for another five days. When I sort out the situation in the valley, I will lead the army eastward!"
The next few days were very busy. The wounded soldiers had to rest and recuperate on the spot, the prisoners had to be divided into camps and managed, and troops were left to garrison in the valley. Xiulote personally took control of the two legions, comforted the surrendered Guakili tribes, and gave aid to those who died in battle.
The warrior held a sacred funeral. He took out a thousand Otomi warriors and more than 3,000 militiamen from the Western Route Army to guard the valley camp and manage nearly 20,000 dog-born prisoners. Then, the king led more than 13,000 warriors and added
Three thousand red frog warriors, a mighty army, sent troops to the east!
This chapter has been completed!