Chapter 1,184 The waves of the Caribbean Sea, Chief Alan riding a bull!
The windy waves hit the Caribbean coast in December, splashing the waves shining in the sun. And mortal life is like the foam in the waves of the great era, so fragile and thin, yet so colorful!
In Kapok City on the western peninsula, Bertad's layout is like mountains and forests. He uses the safest way to promote the heavy kingdom trend and plans the lowland Maya with a radius of two thousand miles. The flag of the Mayapan royal family has been silent for half a century.
Later, it was re-established in the land of Maya!
As the name of the royal family spread, the descendants of the gods, priests, nobles, chiefs and warriors in various city-states were attracted by their different positions, and were disturbed by the turbulent undercurrent. At this point, the lowlands had clear hierarchies and stable inheritance.
Maya, at first, was like a muddy pond, allowing countless hidden fish to emerge...
In the tail village on the northern coast, the Toltec sacrifices are in full swing, using the most terrifying methods to destroy the traditional Mayan clan order, and even sweep away the tail feather clan that is blocking the front. Ten separate warrior battalions, just like the
The hunting wolves. They intimidated and drove all the tail feather gods, fleeing from the jungle villages in all directions to the city of Tiho, which was protected by city walls and had never been invaded by the "plateau barbarians". It seemed to be an indestructible stone city and gathered together.
The two city-states of the Tail Feather Clan have also become the hunting grounds intended by the "Head Wolf" Toltec. He lurks his minions and waits patiently in the "Devil's Tail", waiting for all the key prey to be thrown into the "cage" of the stone city-state.
Then, he will complete his work in one battle and eat the nearly 100,000 tribesmen of the Weiyu clan in one bite, completely exterminating the Weiyu inheritance, and not allowing any of the clan's descendants to escape into the jungle!
As for the surrounding Deer Insect, Li Shu, and Xiwu clans, if they dare to send reinforcements across the jungle... Black Wolf doesn't mind at all. Before attacking the city-state and swallowing the "forcibly eaten" dinner, he will first eat it in the field.
A few appetizing side dishes! After all, it is much safer and more effective to wait for work in the jungle only a hundred miles away from the coast than to go deep into the jungle hundreds of miles away to find enemies who don’t know where they are!…
"Well... His Highness said that we should guard the tree stump and wait for rabbits to come and kill them... Now I am guarding the rabbit hole and eat every one that comes... Haha! This is called 'encirclement and love' in Your Highness's art of war.
'…”
The butterfly's wings are waving hard, and the wind and clouds in the Caribbean Sea are already stirring. Wherever the waves of the sea pass, tribal disputes, battles and annexations are accelerating silently!
On the westernmost shore of the Caribbean, the raging Rio Grande rushes into the endless sea. Follow the mouth of the river to the upper reaches of the river, travel upstream for 600 miles, and arrive at a wide lake, which is also the largest lake in North America.
The southernmost lake in the plain, "Buffalo Lake".
At this moment, the shores of Buffalo Lake were buzzing with people. The tall red crow flag was flying in an extremely large tribal camp. Fully 50 elite centurions gathered under the same red battle flag. And this battle flag
The owner is none other than the "Eagle Shooter" whose fame has risen like an eagle, the "Daughter of Crows" who conquered the banks of the river, Chief Alan!
After more than two years of conquest, from the mouth of the Rio Grande to the northwest of Buffalo Lake, more than 50 Koahuik tribes and more than 80,000 grassland safari tribesmen were all captured in the 700-mile prairie swamp along the river.
Completely conquered by the Red Crow tribe that swept in like a great river!
The red crow tribe's bronze soldier leather armor, the pursuit speed of the wilderness dog descendants, the more stringent flag army system, the food supplies from the deep south, and the sharp eagle eyes, good at raids, and inspiring army leaders are all great factors.
The loose Koahuik hunting tribes in the southern plains were simply unable to resist...
Alan's extremely rare heroic marksmanship, even rarer status as a female military chief, and astonishing acumen that seems to be able to see through people's hearts have played an extremely crucial role in uniting the remaining hunting tribes of the matrilineal clan. In fact,
If Alan wasn't too old, the title given to her by the awe-inspiring tribe leaders would never have been "Daughter of Crows", but "Mother of Crows" like the grandmother of the tribe!
"The ancestors bless the Red Crow! From the conquered tribes of Koahuik, two thousand experienced warriors have been recruited to form twenty elite centurions! At this point, I have fifty elites in my hands
Centuries! And from Flint Lake in the south to Buffalo Lake in the north, I can mobilize more than a hundred ordinary tribes of centurions!... Now, the combat power of the army in my hands even exceeds that of my father... And with such strength
, if we go south to attack the Mexicans..."
The sky is vast, the sea of grass is rolling, and the lake is flashing with waves. "Daughter of the Crow" Alan, wearing a silver mask with terrifying carvings, raised her head slightly and looked at the sun in the southern sky. She was wearing tight-fitting leather armor and looked proud.
Her chest is puffed out, but there is no obvious trace of femininity. The large bow and arrows on her back and the two copper axes on her waist all show the powerful force of a military leader who sweeps through various ministries!
"Well... the Mexica people are still too powerful... the only advantage of the red crow is that it can march faster than them! And if it can tame the bison in the grassland and ride on the galloping beast..."
Alan narrowed his sharp eagle eyes, raised his red lips playfully, and looked at the Koawek headmen who looked frightened on the surface but secretly had their own thoughts. The older Koawek shaman Bird Bone looked respectful.
He lowered his head and carefully led an extremely strange, white, half-sized bison!
"The powerful one who can shoot flying eagles, favored by the Blue Heavenly Father and loved by the Red Earth Mother!... This is the most sacred beast in the river tribes and the purest darling of the spirit of nature...
The tribe is willing to dedicate Him to you! I beg for your powerful protection... Only a warrior as strong as you can ride on the back of a buffalo like the great Koahuik chiefs in the legend..."
"Oh? The most sacred and pure white bison? The powerful chief of Koahuik, will ride on the back of the bison?..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Alan raised the corner of his mouth, looked deeply at the old shaman like a bird bone, and then looked around at the seemingly submissive group of chiefs. Then, she was already prepared
He dropped the bow and arrow from his back and shouted to the guard Chipawa who looked in reverence.
“Chippawa, get it!…”
"Yes! Boss!..."
"Ouch!..."
The white half-grown bison suddenly let out an angry roar. That cry was not the docile "moo" of Asian domestic cattle, but the unique low roar of a powerful beast! Even though it was only half-grown, it had not yet reached adulthood.
Two meters high and one ton in weight, it is still over 1.5 meters tall and weighs over half a ton!
"Haha! What a manic four-legged beast!..."
Alan laughed cheerfully, but the moment the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, he was already riding on the white bison's neck, holding the white short horns firmly with both hands! The half-sized bison shook its body manically, and even started to get angry.
Running. All the Koahuik headmen looked frightened and fled in all directions, screaming. The old shaman bird bone was the first to bear the brunt. He was knocked over by the bison with a swing of his head and rolled on the grass.
A few meters.
"O ancestors! The sacred bison is mad!..."
"Quick! Get out of the way!..."
"What to do? What to do?! The chief is still on the cow!..."
"Ouch!..."
The white semi-large bison ran wildly, even reaching a speed of 40 kilometers per hour! But a pair of strong and powerful long legs clamped its neck tightly! And the owner of the long legs showed amazing vigor and strength, and held on tightly
She completely controlled the giant beast beneath her! She even let out a menacing cry like a jaguar, and went wild with the bison.
"Aha! You are mine...Ouch! You can't run away!!..."
The four-legged giant beast ran out of the crowd, ran through the long grass up to its waist, until it ran into the sparkling bison lake and into the deep mire! The bison became slower and slower, and finally fell helplessly into the deep mire.
In the deep mud of the lake, it could no longer move. And under the tightening of a pair of powerful thighs, it could not get rid of it at all. Its strength was gradually exhausted, and it could only lower its head and moan...
"Woo...ow...wow..."
"Hahaha! Stupid cow, if you fall into my hands, just bow your head obediently! From today on, you are mine!...Aha!..."
Alan shouted excitedly, and her voice changed from a majestic and deep female voice to a rising voice of joy. She slightly loosened her sweat-soaked thighs and listened to the low cry of the half-sized bison. Her face under the mask was full of emotions.
Highly proud. Then, she turned over her hand and took out an old Mexica stone dagger, and couldn't wait to carve her own name on the bison's horns! Oh, by the way, she doesn't know anything about Mexica.
Added characters, but with hieroglyphs symbolizing his name!
"A crow riding a wolf...a bow that pierces the eagle...that's me!...Alain the eagle shooter!!...Aha!"
"Ah! The war chief has tamed the white sacred buffalo!!..."
"Ancestor! Only the strongest warrior can sit firmly on the bison!..."
"Cough, cough!...Praise the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother! Chief Alan, who can tame the white sacred cow and pass the most difficult challenge of the Koahuik tribes, will be the sacred leader chosen by the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother! She will be
The greatest warchief of the tribes of Koahuik!…”
"Ah? Bird Bone Shaman, you are so strong! You were knocked over by a bison and you didn't die?..."
"Get out! I'm the shaman of the tribe! How can I not be strong enough?!...Ahem! Shout with me, 'Bull Riding Chief' Alan!..."
"Roar! 'Bull Riding Chief' Alan!..."
The ear-splitting cheers rang out on the shores of the Buffalo Lake. A low whine was heard crawling under Alan. The brave and proud female chief held her head high, her whole body wet with sweat and lake water, just like this, the water was sparkling,
Look to the southern sky!
One day, she will sit on the galloping four-legged beast, blow the deafening horn, and lead countless tribes to the south! But before that, she has to wait patiently. And her
Next target…
Alan narrowed his eagle eyes, slowly turned around, and looked to the northwest. There was the upper reaches of the river, where there were more hunting tribes, more galloping bison, and a rumor that was difficult to distinguish...
"In the northeastern upper reaches of the river, at the black border of the wasteland...there will be tribes that use black stones!..."
"And the black stone that can burn, the precious fuel that can survive the cold wave... is probably the flint coal that the Prepecha sailors mentioned, which is mined in large quantities in the Kingdom of the Lake!"
