"Go outside the tent and receive five lashes!"
Chichica looked fierce and shouted in a deep voice. He was wearing a wolf robe and sitting cross-legged in the wide main tent. On both sides were tribal leaders sitting around. The tribal council was being held, and all the chiefs participated together to decide on the Guakili Alliance.
The future. Chief Red Dog wore a long crown with eagle feathers and sat on a buffalo hide blanket, with a big dry buffalo head behind him.
The North American bison is the largest land beast in the northern wilderness, and even in the entire continent. It is nearly two meters tall and weighs up to one ton. It runs extremely fast, has a bad temper, is very aggressive and dangerous. All tribes in the wilderness use hunting bison as a form of bravery.
symbol. This bison was the prey of Chichika when he was young. He personally cut off the head and made it into a specimen. At this moment, the huge bull head is placed in the main tent, which not only shows the fearlessness and bravery of the chief, but also declares
With his unquestioned leadership status.
Uman tore off his cotton armor from his upper body, stripped his upper body, and strode outside the tent to be punished. He gritted his teeth and remained silent, allowing another guard to crack the whip hard. The whip fell, making a harsh sound.
There was a crackling sound, leaving blood stains on his flesh. Wuman's head swished, and large beads of sweat appeared. After receiving the punishment, he still gritted his teeth and walked back to the main tent with the scars on his back.
Kneel down before the chief.
"Uman, do you know you were wrong?"
Chichika looked at the bright red color behind her bodyguard and her tone softened slightly.
"I realize my mistake!...This attack was not successful, too many elites were lost...Toh even died in the battle!"
Wuman gritted his teeth and lowered his head to answer.
Large tribes in the wilderness usually have a population of about 5,000, and usually have more than 2,000 men capable of fighting, including 300 to 400 elite red-haired men. The living environment in the wilderness is harsh, food and materials are scarce, and the climate changes drastically.
It is difficult to form too large a tribe in one place.
The Red Dog Tribe is the largest tribe in the wilderness. It merged along the way south and now has a population of nearly 10,000, more than 4,000 warriors, and 800 elite red-haired people. In today's battle, four to five hundred tribal warriors who were good at fighting were lost.
, one hundred elite red-haired hunters!
Thinking of this, Chichika felt a pain in his heart. The tribal warriors were just that, they could be recruited from various tribes. The red-haired hunter had superb shooting skills, but it was difficult to replenish them easily. He held the long dagger at his waist and suppressed the urge to kill.
Then he looked at Uman again.
"Uman, you just said that the leader of Otomi on the opposite side was shot with dozens of arrows and did not fall down?"
"Yes, Chief! The last Otomi leader was shot dead by us in one round. This one was shot several times and was fine. His skin is thicker than an armadillo!"
Uman nodded bitterly, with a look of reluctance. He failed to kill the opponent's leader in one fell swoop during the raid. The Ottopan warriors therefore calmed down and formed a battle formation to resist, causing many casualties.
"Thick-skinned?... I seem to have heard somewhere that there are many thick-skinned warriors in the cactus tribe. Otuwa once sent a messenger, saying that this is an expensive and strong armor. As long as the cactus tribe is defeated, the thick-skinned warriors can be defeated.
Grab the skin..."
Chichika tried to recall. The five members of the Red Dog Alliance have been operating further north. They have not had many fights with the Mexican coalition and are not familiar with the other party's tactics and equipment. After thinking for a moment, the Red Dog Chief suddenly slapped his thigh.
"By the way! Two days ago, a tribe escaped from the Red Fox Valley. What was it called?"
"Chief, he is from the Red Crow tribe. They also brought several small tribes over, and now they are all merged together. As an envoy, I went to see them. There are more than 2,000 tribesmen. The warriors are over 800 years old, and the red-haired tribes are over 100 or 200 years old.
.But it is a small tribe after all, and there is actually a young girl among the red-haired warriors..."
The guard curled his lips, obviously disdainful.
"With a population of more than two thousand, it is not considered a small tribe. There are many women in the wilderness who have excellent shooting skills!"
Chichika smiled and didn't care. He just continued to ask.
"Red Crow Tribe, where are you now?"
"They took the mountain road farther north. They are now in the Palms Valley and camped by the river outside the small town. Well, they seem to want to continue migrating eastward along the Tempen River."
"You go, go now!"
Chichika gave the order without hesitation. He needed more information about the southern tribes.
"Tell the Red Crow tribe that they have been drafted! Ordinary soldiers can stay in the camp, but the red-haired ones will be sent to fight. By the way, let their chief come over and listen to me!"
The guards bowed their heads and accepted the order, then left the camp to the east. Chief Red Dog looked at Wuman again.
"Uman, the wolf pack only hunts for a moment! In this battle, you persisted in persisting after the failed raid. You should be punished! However, you charged in person, as brave and fearless as a bison. You deserve a reward! Well, I gave it to you just now.
After five lashes as punishment, now it’s time to reward you. From my back tent, I will choose an Otomi noble girl to reward you!”
"Ah! It's up to you, Chief! Ouch..."
Wuman looked happy and kowtowed to the ground.
"Haha, go down, my bison!"
Seeing the warrior's respectful look, Chichika nodded with satisfaction and continued to discuss military affairs with the tribal leaders. He sat in the main seat and gave only a few brief instructions, and the leaders of each tribe nodded in agreement. Even the chiefs of large tribes often
Expressing submission. This clear-cut status is completely different from the three tribes in the Red Fox Valley.
"The leader of Chichika and the scouts reported back that the Red Fox Valley had fallen and had been defended for less than ten days! As a result, Otua escaped, Mizli was captured, and Miwa surrendered. A total of 20,000 wasteland tribesmen were left to their own devices.
The sacrifices the Aztecs disposed of!”
Speaking of this, Red Monkey Chief Ozoma's eyes flashed. He looked at the worried chiefs, and then looked at Chichika who was looking up.
"Now, the cactus tribe's army is rushing here like an unstoppable bison. The cactus warriors are menacing and as fierce as jaguars. The wolves in the wilderness never take risks in fighting, and the vast wilderness is enough for us to stay away from danger.
..Chichica, should we back off?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No! Ozoma, we cannot retreat."
Chichika answered clearly. He cast his gaze, staring closely into Ozoma's eyes, full of the power of a leader.
"Now the old camps of each tribe are in the Pamus Valley in the northeast. Tens of thousands of hungry tribesmen are waiting for food. And seeing that the corn is about to mature and the harvest is right in front of you, how can you leave at this time?!"
Then, Chief Red Dog paused, with murderous intent on his face.
"The Red Fox Valley fell so quickly because the Red Fox tribe took the lead in escaping! Ozoma, do you want to take the lead in escaping?"
Faced with Chief Red Dog's questioning, Chief Red Monkey was shocked. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly, and mumbled in a low voice.
"Well, respected Chief Chichika... Of course, I will act together with all the ministries..."
"Okay, remember your promise!"
Chichika patted the cowhide under him, making a loud snapping sound. He looked around and looked fiercely at the leaders of each department. Some of the leaders nodded in agreement, while others were still worried. Chief Red Dog thought for a moment and opened his mouth to encourage.
"Chiefs, we have more than 60,000 tribes in our hands! Counting the able-bodied women who can shoot arrows, each tribe can muster 30,000 warriors! And the coalition forces on the opposite side only have 20,000 to 30,000 men at most. The numerous Otomi native dogs are overwhelmed.
Attack, there are only a few thousand cactus warriors who are good at fighting! They still have to leave troops to guard and maintain the food routes. As long as we occupy the strategic points and harass the opponent's food routes, we will definitely be able to defend the valley!"
"The Pamus Valley, fifty miles to the northeast of us, was blessed by our ancestors and promised us our home! It is fifty miles from east to west and thirty or forty miles from north to south. It is surrounded by mountains and is easy to defend but difficult to attack! There is a wide Tampeng in the middle of the valley.
The river flows all the way to the east, irrigating the fertile land... This is rare fertile soil in the north. As long as you plant seeds, you can harvest a lot of food!"
"With such a rich place, do you still want to return to the barren wasteland? After living in a comfortable stone house, do you still want to sleep in the open air? What's more, even the women in the south are fairer and fairer than the tribal women.
It's bigger and softer, and it won't shoot you with a bow at any time!"
Hearing this, the leaders laughed loudly, uttered obscene words, and all expressed their agreement. The Palms Valley is extremely rich. There is no need to worry about cold currents or water sources, and a large amount of food can be grown. You can also fish in the river, and there are birds and animals in the mountains.
There are many. This is a good place that the tribes in the wilderness could not have imagined before heading south.
Seeing the expressions on the leaders' faces, Chichika grinned and put away his murderous intent. He had ten thousand direct tribes in his hands, and more than sixty thousand tribes in the wilderness who obeyed his orders. There had never been such a large tribal alliance in the wilderness.
Only the fertile south can support it.
As the leader of tens of thousands of Guakili people, Chief Red Dog has no inherited experience to refer to, and no wilderness tradition to support him. He can only rely on direct force and the leader's prestige to rule so many tribes. For
He rewarded and punished the warriors of various tribes to gain military morale; to the ordinary chiefs, he gave generous gifts of goods to appease the people; and to the chiefs of large tribes, he not only easily win over them, but also severely beat them if they did not comply. After half a year of such busy work,
Finally, I managed to get all the ministries under control.
However, the premise of all this is that he cannot be defeated or retreat. Defeat will damage his prestige and attract challenges from ambitious people. Once he leaves the rich Palms Valley, there will be no such fertile land to support the gathered people.
All the ministries will disperse in one fell swoop and return to a state of scattered sand in the wasteland. At that time, the so-called leader of the alliance will also exist in name only.
After tasting the power, Chief Red Dog was never willing to let go. After seeing the wealth and weakness of the southern tribes, he ignited greater ambition. At this moment, desire was like a galloping herd, under the leader of the wilderness.
His heart was racing. He looked at everyone again and howled like a wolf.
"Ouch! Our ancestors bless us! Leaders of all ministries, we will be stationed here to fight the invading enemies! Burn down the trees, build stones, and strengthen the camps in the mountains... Prepare your bows and arrows, and wait for the cactus
The tribe is here to die!”
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