The rustling autumn wind blew through the valley, turning the shallow trees in the wasteland yellow, and also brought the chill of cold. The leader of Chichica died in the battle, and all the tribes in Guakili lost their will to fight. In the next few days,
The Mexica Legion marched all the way, chasing the enemy northward, recruiting them to surrender and then defeating them.
Red Monkey Chief Ozoma did not break his promise. He left for only one day before returning with Red Deer Chief Masat and presented the city of Palms in the center of the valley.
Under the leadership of the two Guakili chiefs, Xiulote led his troops slowly northward, approaching the fertile valley with a radius of dozens of miles. The flag of the black wolf was flying high, and thousands of armored warriors had solemn expressions on their faces. Everyone was walking through the harvest.
After walking through the farmland, passing by the tribal people who were afraid of lying on the ground, they finally came to a distant and simple small town.
The area of the small town is not small, but it is not a city in the strict sense. To be precise, it is more like a large tribal camp. It is surrounded by only a low wall as high as a person and a surrounding fence.
.The low city wall has not been completely closed, leaving a large opening in the west. The opening is adjacent to the winding river, and thousands of acres of farmland have been opened up. There are no canals in the farmland, and all rely on mountain streams. At this time, it is full of
Withered yellow straw.
"The defenses are rough, the terrain is open, and there is no city wall to rely on. No wonder Chichika clings to the entrance of the valley..."
Shulot stopped in front of the small town and watched carefully for a while before asking in a deep voice.
"Is this Palm City?"
"Yes, respected Chief Death!"
Ozoma stood beside him with a respectful expression.
"It is the last city in the thousands of miles of wilderness in the North! Going further north from here is the Satskas Wasteland where we Guakili people have lived for generations. The wasteland stretches for more than two thousand miles, and it is all semi-tourist.
A tribe of hunters and semi-gatherers. To the northeast of the wilderness are the tribes of Coahuík along the Bravo River, to the northwest are the tribes of Concho along the Concho River. Further north, I heard that there are countless hunting tribes, only the elders
The wasteland priest can tell you a thing or two..."
Shulot listened to Ozoma's story and nodded slowly. He looked to the north in silence, where the brown mountains undulated and extended, and the green cactus moved away, seemingly to the end of the world.
The Bravo River is later known as the Rio Grande, the fifth longest river in North America. It originates from the mountains of Colorado and has a total length of more than 3,000 kilometers. The upper reaches of the long river pass through New Mexico, and the lower reaches of 2,000 kilometers are
It is the natural border between the United States and Mexico. Along both sides of the long river, there are many hunting-gathering tribes, which are collectively known as the "Southwestern Aboriginal Tribes" (The Southwest) of North America in later generations.
Among them, the names of many tribes were recorded in history during their resistance to the expansion of the Yankees and have been passed down to later generations. The upper reaches of the river are the Navajo (Navajo) close to the Great Basin, the brave and warlike Apache tribes (Apache),
The Mescalero people in the mountain forests; the canine-like Toboso people downstream of the river, the Lipan people on the border of the Great Plains, and the Coa people as far downstream as the Caribbean estuary
Wake (Coahuiltec) Ministries.
Most of the tribes in the upper reaches of the river make a living by hunting and have always been agile and fierce. The further down the river you go, the higher the proportion of the tribes engaged in gathering. By the time you reach the Caribbean coast, almost all of them are farming tribes with different temperaments.
More docile.
The Concho River in the west of the wilderness is a southwestern tributary of the upper reaches of the Rio Grande. Tens of thousands of hunting tribes also live there. Opata, Pima, Tarahuma
The Tarahumar, the Jumano, and the Concho tribes that closely follow the eight tribes of dog descendants...
Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes slightly. Too many North American Indian tribes perished due to the brutal expansion of the Yankees. Millions of indigenous groups were forcibly relocated and exterminated without even leaving any names.
, was deliberately forgotten by the writers of history. Since he came here, as the king among the aborigines, he was determined to change everything, no matter how long it took!
In this era, if you want to cross the endless forests, grasslands and Gobi, and go deep into the wild and ferocious North American continent, you cannot rely on the difficult land route. There are only three long rivers and smooth roads: the St. Lawrence River and the Great Lakes Basin in the north, and the long river in the central and southern Mississippi.
river basin, and the Rio Grande basin, a long river in the southwest.
“Only by relying on three long rivers can we communicate with the various tribes of North American Indians, spread religious beliefs, establish trade routes, and even establish subordinate relationships to resist the colonists who continue to come west. The St. Lawrence River is too far away and the Mississippi River is too difficult.
Only the Rio Grande is close at hand.”
Shulot's thoughts flew into the distance, thinking about the distant time and space. If you don't plan for the eternity, you can't plan for a moment; if you don't plan for the overall situation, you can't plan for a region. He has too many longings for this vast continent, too many
Plans, too many ambitions...but that will be in the too distant future.
A thousand miles begins with a single step. For now, this small city of Palms will be the furthest point that the Black Wolf King's Banner has reached during the Northern Expedition.
Thousands of personal guards first entered the city to set up defenses. Later, Bertard came out of the city and nodded to indicate safety, before Black Wolf's royal flag moved again.
When Shulot walked into the city, he saw low thatched huts and large sheds. In the corners of the city, there were scattered farmlands and domesticated turkeys. Thousands of dogs knelt on both sides of the dirt road.
The tribal tribe welcomed the arrival of the great chief of the God of Death. The chief walked until he walked to the center of the small town and saw the first stone building, a small and dilapidated temple.
In front of the temple is a vast square, with a newly built wilderness altar in the center. Various red flags are placed under the altar, and there are piles of bull head skeletons and abstract and strange wood carvings around it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is the large altar built by the Zuma priest. It was originally used to prepare the sacred wilderness sacrifice and sacrifice all the serfs and captives."
Ozoma always observed the chief's expression and explained in a timely manner.
Shulot looked at the shape of the altar and nodded slightly. A few days ago, the scouts had already reported on the movements in the city.
"That's right! This altar conforms to the tradition of the wasteland. As long as the symbol of the main god is added, it can be used as an altar for the main god's great sacrifice. Chichika was busy and not only built the altar for himself, but also saved me a lot of effort.
"
The king smiled, then looked around and shouted an order.
"Put the flag of the main god on the altar! Then arrange it with various 'gems' produced by the kingdom. The war priests prepare the holy fire and blood wine in advance. I want to combine the conversion ceremony with the god sacrifice ceremony!"
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the Chief Priest of the Divine Enlightenment!"
The priests accompanying the army bowed in response and immediately began to prepare. Since the kingdom began to produce "gems" in abundance, the sacrificial rituals have been simplified a lot. The priests do not need to carry heavy gold and silver ritual vessels, and can simply replace them with hundreds of kilograms of "gems".
There are too many "gems" fired in the kingdom, and the accumulated gems cannot be sold at once, so they are all used in sacrificial ceremonies and noble tombs.
"Where are the serfs and prisoners in the city now? Show me!"
After arranging all this, Shulot looked at Ozoma again. The red monkey chief bowed his head and saluted, and continued to lead the way. Soon, in the corner of the city, a lifeless camp appeared in front of everyone.
"Great Chief, there are about 6,000 serfs and captives from various tribes imprisoned here. They were originally prepared sacrifices, but the tribes did not have time to deal with them when they fled..."
Ozoma pointed to the camp, looking a little nervous and worried.
There were hundreds of canine warriors guarding the outside of the camp. At this moment, they all discarded their weapons and knelt on the ground. Through the fence, Shulot watched the thousands of people in the camp. Each of them looked numb, their clothes were ragged, and they were very thin. The guarding dogs
The leader just shouted a few words, and they knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to look at the armored warriors.
Tens of thousands of Otomi people settled in the valley of Parmus, and now only these six thousand young men and women are left. In the wider wilderness outside the valley, the fields have long been deserted, and the villages are all dead.
"We fought for the city and overflowed with people... The city of Palms has been cleansed."
Shulot shook his head. Almost all the Ottomi nobles in the valley are dead, and the remaining ones will be moved around the Red Fox Valley. Palms City will be classified as a direct territory of the kingdom, and serfs and captives will also be reunited.
They were restored to civilian status and were busy farming for the kingdom. As for the few captive Otomi nobles, the kingdom would partially recognize their status and then transfer their titles to other places.
Thinking of this, the king glanced at Ozoma and said in a deep voice.
"I said that the surrendered tribes of Guakili will not be sacrificed."
Hearing this, Ozoma finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the kingdom does not liquidate the killings of Guakili's tribes and everyone surrenders, there will be no psychological burden, no matter who they are loyal to. The Southern Alliance is not only rich and powerful, but also
Far away. Waiting for the Mexican Legion to move south, the situation in the north is not yet...
"However, the surrendered Guakili tribe will gather southward, cross the river in batches, and move to the hinterland of the kingdom! There is more fertile land there and there are ample water sources. As long as they surrender to the kingdom, they are all my people.
, I will treat everyone equally!”
The king's words came again. The two Guakili chiefs looked at each other and felt shocked in their hearts.
"Great Chief, our tribes in Guakili have been living in the wilderness for generations. This is our root! Move south to the south of the river..."
Shulot cast a calm gaze, and Ozoma's words stopped abruptly. He looked at the two of them expressionlessly for a while before speaking without any doubt.
"The Guakili tribe must migrate! The faith of the main god must be spread! Go, tell your tribe, and be prepared for the conversion ceremony in a few days!"
"...obey your command, my wolf king."
Ozoma fell to the ground for a moment, and finally answered softly. Masat's expression changed for a long time, and he kowtowed heavily to the ground.
"You guys go down!"
Shulot waved his hand, and the two chiefs lowered their heads and left. He looked to his side again, and the warrior captain looked calm, but he kept holding the battle stick in his right hand.
"Bertard, I will rest in the city tonight. You go and sort out the food in the city, and take out some priests and warriors to appease the serfs and prisoners in the camp. Send an envoy to ask all the leaders in the city to come over one by one.
Meet Wang Qi!"
The warrior commander nodded and strode forward to make arrangements. Under the leadership of the two chiefs, the various tribes of Guakili surrendered one after another and camped outside the city of Palms. At this moment, there were more than 10,000 Southern Allied Forces stationed near the small town.
There are about 20,000 people and the surrendered dog tribe, so we need to be careful.
The setting sun slowly sets, casting its afterglow on the vast land. The Palms Valley is long and narrow, and the distant sounds of fighting still echo at the east and west valley mouths, like the end of the Northern March.
A kestrel spread its wings and rose above the mountains. It looked at the tribesmen who were fleeing in panic, and then at the warriors who were encircling and chasing them. Then, without looking back, it headed toward the northeastern sky. It knew that there was
There is more food, more tribes...and more rivers that flow into the vast lake as far as the eye can see.
This chapter has been completed!