Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Four: The Red Crow, who is short of food, takes an unexpected turn
Coyotes are running and eagles are soaring. Omura's plan subverts the clan rule of the Mayan descendants, and the messengers from Cuba continue to spread westward. At this moment, two thousand miles away from the west, the two messengers from Jinwan City are also traveling from
Going north from the sea, they secretly formed alliances with the tribes of Red Crow, and along the way they passed through forest swamps and connected with the tribes of Qingqiu.
The threat of the snake mother Miava to the Silver Crow elders is not just a false intimidation. As a true chief who has gone through twists and turns and climbed up by any means, Miava will firmly seize the political initiative and squeeze out every drop of his prey.
Blood. And the Silver Crow Alliance, which has exposed its weaknesses, is the most delicious prey in her eyes!
From the increasingly vast cassava fields on the banks of Jinwan City, 1,600 miles further north, there is another large lakeside field where cassava cultivation has just been expanded, and Red Crow City is where Chief Red Crow lives.
Next to the endless Warrior Lake, the cold wind blows from the vast northern continent, like an invisible carving knife, engraved on the vicissitudes of the face of Chief Amosi. His eyes are deep, staring at the north shore of the lake, the large area
There were hastily built simple thatched huts, and there were thousands of grassland tribes in furs and furs, and as far as the eye could see, their backs suddenly hunched, as if they were carrying a thousand kilograms of weight.
"Ancestor! Moqi, how many grassland tribes did you bring back from Alan?"
"Amo, there are too many people. I don't know how to count them, but Azu does. He is good at estimating and has led a spear team to count them."
"Azu?"
"Great Chief, these Koahuik tribes on both sides of the river are all in large and small groups, with families and families. I actually didn't count them clearly!..."
Zukata wears leather armor, holds a spear, and his spine is as straight as a spear. This subjugated warrior of Tarasco, former captain of the bodyguard of Prince Cuius, has experienced nearly ten years of wind and rain in the wilderness and grasslands.
After the beating, it became as hard as a stubborn stone. At this moment, the Guaquilinava language he spoke word by word also had the taste of grit.
"But I have roughly estimated that the little chief Alan fought for more than two years and captured 80,000 grassland tribes from the northern rivers. This time he brought back about 50,000 people! Ten thousand people were placed in Suishi Lake, and the remaining 40,000 people were taken with him.
Here we are at Warrior Lake."
"Ancestors! Fifty thousand people, fifty thousand mouths! Mo Qi, Azu, how come you have brought back so many grassland tribes?! How can the Red Crow hinterland support these fifty thousand people? It's only February now, how can there be any?
So much stored grain to feed them until the autumn harvest?!..."
Hearing this, Red Crow Chief Amosi was shocked and couldn't help but take a breath of air. The wrinkles on his old face were shaking, and then he roared like an old bear.
"Where's Alan! Alan, that ignorant girl, where did she die?!"
"Amo, Alan, she didn't come back! She took thousands of tribal warriors who could fight to the northwest of the upper reaches of the river! She walked too fast, I couldn't catch up with her. I only met her messenger who reported the news, saying
We are looking for black stones that can be burned, which are the coals burned by the large tribal alliance in the lake..."
Speaking of Alan, who was leading the army to the west, Mo Qi, his close friend, shook his head slightly, but there was no worry on his face. The ones Alan took away were all the elites of the tribe who could really fight and run. In the northern continent known to the Red Crow Tribe, there were almost no
Any large tribal alliance can eat them in a field battle.
"Ancestors bless you! Amo, don't be anxious. At the end of last year, there were several small cold waves that continued southward. The deer herds, antelope herds, and bison herds either died or moved southward. The hunting grounds and fishing grounds on both sides of the river could not support them.
With so many tribes alive, 30,000 people can barely survive... As for these 50,000 people, if they don't go south with them, there will definitely be big trouble in Alan's side!..."
"Damn it! Cold wave, cold wave! Which year has there been no cold wave in the northern continent, and which northern tribe has not experienced freezing and hunger? These tribes were originally scattered all over the place and stayed well. Even if they suffered heavy casualties in the cold wave, they would at best find neighboring ones.
If the tribe annexes and eats them, it won't cause any big trouble, and it won't affect us Red Crow!... But Alan insisted on gathering them all into his hands, and gathered tens of thousands of them! Tens of thousands of people gathered together without eating.
If she didn’t drink, how could she be the same as the dispersed tribe? Big trouble is going to happen!… This bastard girl caused such a big thing and actually led her people away! And she doesn’t understand the importance of things. You two
Don’t you understand? You actually brought these 50,000 mouths to the heart of our Red Crow tribe! But if there is no food, people will not starve to death, this is going to cause big trouble!!..."
Amosi stared angrily, his eyebrows knitted together. Mozzi and Zukata looked at each other, both talking a little bit.
The three of them are all old men in the wilderness, and they all know it in their hearts. One winter in the northern continent, there were several cold waves, and the population of each tribe decreased by 20 to 30%, or even 70 to 80%. This was completely normal. Terrible cold waves
After that, the remaining tribes will devour each other. If there are a few warm years, the population will quickly recover.
In order to adapt to such a cruel climate, among the hunting tribes in the northern continent, girls of many tribes are fertile even at the age of nine, and have already given birth to offspring at the age of ten. However, the average life span of most small tribes is less than
At the age of sixteen, it is almost impossible to find an old man who has lived past thirty.
In this case, death and migration are the eternal themes in the cold northern continent, and they are the things that hunting tribes are most accustomed to. And these 80,000 Koahuik tribe are chasing the fewer and fewer people.
The prey gradually gathered on both sides of the river, and was then taken away en masse by Alan. But to put it bluntly, under the cold wave, the two sides of the river could only feed a total of 30,000 people. This was beyond the ability of the Mother Earth to support.
Fifty thousand tribesmen, who were supposed to be dead in the cold wave and returned to the belly of the Mother Goddess, were all led south by the Red Crow tribe...
"Amo, don't be anxious! Azu and I have calculated that if ten thousand people are placed on the side of the Suishi Lake, they can almost support the spring plowing and sustain the autumn harvest in October! I guess it can also be maintained on the side of the Warrior Lake.
If there are ten thousand people, then there are twenty thousand tribes!…”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Twenty thousand, we can support another 20,000 at most! But what to do with the remaining 30,000?! These 30,000 grassland tribes are also among the dead in the cold wave.
Those who got out are not obedient Huastec serfs!…”
Amosi frowned in the wind, took a deep breath, and suddenly understood on his face. He stared at Mozzi, who was slightly avoiding his eyes, and Zukata, who still had his back straight.
, asked coldly.
"Ha! In the end, you still want to lead people south and plunder the Huastec tribes in the south? No, this is not just what you two mean... Tell me, how many people in the tribe support you?"
"Ahem! Amo, we really have no choice! You said you wanted to settle down and farm the land. Although everyone complained a little, they actually supported you. You always keep your word and reward and punish each tribe fairly.
Everyone regards you as a real chief, even more real than Chief Chichika! If there were not tens of thousands of grassland tribes going south, the leaders would be happy to open up wasteland here and wait for the autumn harvest... But the girl is very powerful in the north
After a round of fighting and recruiting so many tribes, if we don't go south to the Red Crow hinterland, we will have to cause chaos in the north... We thought that instead of letting them cause chaos in the north or here, we might as well take them south to rob the Huastecs!
No matter how many die, the one who survives will earn a profit and bring back a large amount of loot!…”
"Hey! Mozzi and Azu, you two look smart... think about it! Going south to rob? You also need to prepare food when going south to rob. You can't go on an empty stomach! There may be decent Huastec tribes that have food stored in them.
, have all fled eight hundred miles away. To take these 30,000 tribesmen, we ourselves have to find 10,000 fighting men, which will deprive our hometown of 10,000 grain men, and reduce this year’s autumn harvest by at least 10%!…
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"We have to pay for the food for these 40,000 people traveling 800 miles south! Then we will stay in the south for half a year until the autumn harvest. Which Huastec tribe can afford to feed us? There is only Crow City, a thousand miles away!
...You should calculate this account carefully! Is it possible that we really want to attack the Silver Crow Alliance, attack Crow City in one go, and kill 20,000 tribesmen?!..."
Amosi sighed heavily, stretched out his rough fingers that had taken a spear and planted them on the ground, and opened them one by one to show to his two confidants. Although he was just a chief of a small tribe at first, he has traveled thousands of miles over the years.
He has seen the big world and led the growing Red Crow tribe. He has been diligent in learning...but he can see it far more clearly than anyone else in the tribe!
"Forty thousand safari tribesmen went south, bringing with them more than two months' worth of food at most! Don't worry about the supply at the rear. There is no surplus food at all, and it's impossible to transport food during spring plowing. Then you have to eat wherever you go, and when you encounter
Eat wherever you go! Within a month, walk 800 miles across the river to the territory of the Silver Crow Alliance. Then rob the villages when you see them, kill the tribes when you see them, and kill them to the edge of Crow City in half a month! At that time,
It is estimated that there is still food for the last half to a month, so we must attack Crow City and completely rob their city-state of their food reserves to survive!…"
"Ah! Breaking the wealthy Crow City and robbing the Silver Crow Alliance is like breaking the Otter City!...Okay! Amo! As long as you give the order, everyone will bring their elites and fight you to the end!..."
Hearing this, both Mozzi and Zucata showed excitement in their eyes. However, Amosi raised his legs with two kicks, causing the two cronies to almost fall down.
"Damn it! You two only know how to fight, can you use your brains! Attack Crow City within a month? How can it be that easy! Not to mention the Silver Crow Alliance itself, which can gather tens of thousands of militiamen... If they are really anxious,
Go ask for help from the Totonak Alliance in the southeast, and ask those southern city-states to send a large number of warriors with bows to help defend the city... How many casualties will we have to pay to break the city wall?... What's more, if they hold us back,
While asking for help from the Qingqiu tribes to the west... Then we will be really in danger!..."
"It's not like you haven't seen that cunning wild wolf in Páramo before! The old fox Otuwa, the red fox, also defected to him with a large tribe of red foxes at the beginning of last year... Now, he has won the Huastec territory in the west.
, is working hard to lead the tribesmen down from the wilderness! We all went so far south, completely exposing our backs and buttocks to him. Can he resist showing his teeth and bite us?!
…If he leads his tribe to raid Red Crow City, takes away our lair, and occupies the northeast without leaving...then we will be stray dogs who have lost their lair, and we will be dead snakes that have been cut off by seven inches!…”
"What? That old guy from Red Fox O'Toua is still alive? He actually defected to Balamo?..."
"Ah?! That ruthless guy from Paramo? Isn't he one of the great chiefs of the great chief of Death? Will he come to raid us and seize our territory?..."
Hearing this, Mozzi and Zukata stood blankly on the spot, with rare nervousness on their faces. They actually didn't care much about the Totonac Alliance in the south, which was said to be very powerful. Because no matter how powerful the opponent was, it would be difficult for them to send out an army thousands of miles away.
Go north and get to the Red Crow's lair. But the Qingqiu tribes located in the upper reaches of the southwest are dominated by tribes descended from the wasteland dogs, and have Baramo as their chief. They are almost another replica of the Red Crow Alliance. Qingqiu
The canine descendants of the Qiu tribe are really capable of marching more than 600 miles from the east of Huanggu City to steal the red crow's lair...
"You guys! Listen more to what's going on in the south, don't just look at what's happening in front of you! The Mexica's Chief Cactus recruited the Chief Death away and took him with him south to fight! And Páramo, the God of Death,
The great chief’s dog has lost its leash a long time ago and turned into an ambitious and greedy wild wolf... I have always been wary of him, just like I am wary of the hunters wandering in front of my house!..."
"His Guakili tribe and Bossaros tribe already know each other and are even very familiar with our tribes. If he is given the opportunity to steal our nest, he can easily annex it.
Kill more than 100,000 of our tribesmen..."
"As long as he eats us, he will transform from a dangerous wild wolf into a truly powerful brown bear! By that time, he will occupy this remote and vast wilderness grassland and control hundreds of thousands of wilderness grassland tribesmen.
Even the Great Chief of Death has a hard time controlling him!…”
"Ancestors! The grassland tribe that cannot survive, the Silver Crow Alliance that has fled away, the troublesome Totonak people, and the dangerous Qingqiu tribe! Hiss! This situation..."
Mozzi and Zucata fell silent after hearing Chief Amosi's analysis. They finally realized that things were really difficult to handle now.
"Amo, you are blessed by your ancestors, you are a divination by the Zuma priest, and you are a tribal chief recognized by Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother!... You always have a way, and everyone obeys you! What do you think we should do this time?...
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"What should we do? Hey... with these tens of thousands of extra mouths, we can only move forward and take one step at a time!"
Amosi rubbed his forehead vigorously and seemed to have aged a bit. He thought for a while before speaking again.
"Ancestors witness! We are short of food, so we must either rob it or... borrow it!"
"Ah? Borrow?...Who can we borrow from? Who will lend us food?..."
"Ha! The grassland tribes in the north have all experienced the cold wave and are now moving south. It is the time when they are the poorest and most hungry. Of course we can only borrow from the south! Bring the 30,000 tribes that cannot feed themselves to the south and suppress them in the Tanzanian area first.
On the Penghe front line, while preparing to send troops to rob, we are looking for Qingqiu, Silver Crow and Totonak alliance in the south to borrow!..."
At this moment, Amosi squinted his eyes and looked at the southern sky, finally showing a bit of the fierceness of a great chief. His voice was low and hoarse, like the crow of a crow, and it also had the tenacity of the wilderness.
"Send an envoy to borrow from Paramo in Qingqiu! Tell him that if you lend us food this year, we will pay him back 20% more next year... If you don't lend us, we will take 50,000 warriors to his Qingqiu tribe.
Looking for something to eat!…”
"Send another envoy to borrow from Papata of Silver Crow! Tell him that we have encountered a cold wave and the entire tribe has nothing to eat! Lend us food to survive this year, and we will not beat him in the future. If
If you don’t lend us food, we will send hundreds of thousands of tribes southward and eat up all their Huastec tribes!…”
"Well, finally we will send a group of envoys to find the farthest female chieftain of Totonak and row away from the sea! Let's just say..."
Having said this, Amosi paused and pursed his lips, thinking that he would never be able to get to Totonak's side. Then he changed his tone to a pleading tone and gave serious instructions.
"Let's just say... please beg the generous, powerful and kind Chief Snake Mother! For the sake of our belief in the Lord God, and the fact that Red Crow has always respected the Great Chief of Death, please lend us a batch of food!..."
"I heard that the Totonac people are fighting in the east. We can send people to help them fight! ... If she lends us food for three thousand people for a year, we will send her one thousand soldiers. And if she is willing to lend us thirty thousand
If you give us a year's worth of food for a man, we will send ten thousand grassland tribesmen who are brave and good at fighting and fearless of death to go to the east to fight for the Totonak Alliance!"
"Of course, we don't have any ships, so they have to send their own ships to transport food. One hand will hand over the food, and the other hand will hand over the talents!..."
Hearing these words, Mozzi and Zukata looked at each other, dumbfounded.
