Chapter 1,348 The aftermath of the Southern Plateau, the yellow wind turning into feathers
"Ah haha! Finally, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the feathers of the three gods fly to the legendary hometown! What a rugged mountain range, what a suddenly wide open valley!..."
The sky is bright golden, the mountains are vast gray-yellow, there is not much green, and the precipitation is very limited. Among the difficult and majestic mountains, there are sparse extensions of black coal, and occasional gilt mottled. This kind of gilt
There are real gold and stones, as well as copper deposits. And the Opata valleys of coal and copper, the U.S.-Mexico border in later generations, and the mineral-rich inland mountains of Sonora suddenly unfold at the end of the mountain road!
"Ah haha! If we set up a stronghold on this steep mountain road and have someone guard it, even one or two hundred tribal militiamen, we won't be able to get over it! This wonderful terrain is even more difficult to overcome than the Colima Mountains.
Attack! Although the valleys separated by the mountains are a little dry, there are rivers flowing through them, and we can grow corn, pumpkins and sweet potatoes! When we got here, we finally got through it, and we were as happy as if we were back home.
!…Ahaha!…”
Old Feather Peng Guali climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the valley below and the distant village smoke. He was covered in tatters and stained with dark red blood that had not been washed away for a long time. He was laughing heartily. He was leaning on a tree.
The mountain-climbing scepter is blowing the wind and sand of the eastern wasteland, confident like a monkey of destiny, and ragged like a crazy rat king. And behind him, a thousand pioneer feather warriors, holding hundreds of Zabu and Yomei
Warriors also emerged one after another, like a pack of rats that escaped from the fighting on the plateau, came to a brand new hunting ground, and transformed into wolves.
"Ancestors bless the feathers! We have traveled a thousand miles north, and we can go further north! Let us take a closer look. What do the Opata tribes with red copper look like? Come, let us go down the mountain and see
See if their women are fertile and good? Look at their villages and see if their cultivated land by the river is well planted. Do you want us to help? Haha!..."
The feathered warriors laughed together. They were all wearing armor and carrying bronze spears. Their faces were full of wind and sand, and they were a bit used to life and death, and were ferocious and led beasts and cannibals. And among these feathered warriors who had been fighting for ten years
Among the elites, the miscellaneous tribesmen of the wasteland were holding stone spears, and they were simple and ferocious at the same time. The prisoners of the Yomei tribe were in a daze, and they just followed the team numbly, carrying heavy supplies. And more women and children of the clan were still counting.
Your Majesty the Hundred Warriors were on the mountain road at the back winding to the north. They stretched out for two miles. I don’t know if there were three thousand or four thousand people. I don’t know how many small tribes they had trapped with them. The number of people was actually more than when they set out!
"Ah haha! Little Mountain Eagle Weiho, you have been to the territory of the Opata people, and you recognize the chief of this valley! Next, I have to look at you! ... I have treated you well these days, so I will keep you here.
We won't eat even if we kill, and we won't even let you starve. You have to lead the way and take us directly to the Opata tribe, the largest tribe in this valley! The clan's food is about to be exhausted. The rations for these six thousand people are...
Ordinary small tribes can’t afford to support them!…”
The little mountain eagle Weihuo looked numb. Looking at the ferocious old face of Old Feather, his legs trembled in fear. He didn't know what kind of threats he had received these days. He nodded hard, swallowed hard, and then reluctantly spoke.
"Chief Feather, you... don't worry! We, the Yuome tribe and the Opata tribes, have known each other for many years. I am in charge of trade, and I am also familiar with the chiefs here! The Opata people have three large valleys in total, and ten
Several small valleys are separated by mountains. The more than 100,000 tribes of the Opata people are distributed along the rivers in the mountains. The valleys where the three major rivers flow also have the largest village population and are divided into the North Valley, the East Valley and the West Valley.
The three major tribes on earth…”
"I dare not say that the name of our Yuomei tribe has spread too far. At least the tribes in the West Valley recognize it... As long as you use the banner of the Yuomei tribe, the Opata people will not be hostile to us in a short time.
You can even subsidize some food!…”
"Ah haha! Little Mountain Eagle, with your words, the Lord God is so happy! Don't worry! I won't eat you, I will marry my niece to you tonight and sleep with you! ... As long as you get out of the mountain road, let
The warriors have been recuperating for two days, taking this critical breath and regaining their strength to fight... As for the next food, we don't need their help, we will get it ourselves! Of course, it is better if they don't take precautions..."
"Ahaha! With the blessing of our ancestors, as long as there is enough food, I will feed everyone! As long as we occupy this valley, all of you warriors from the Yuomei tribe will be members of the Feather clan! Anyway, Yue
Umebu is gone, swallowed up by the kingdom in the south. You all should just follow me...ah hahaha! I have gathered enough strength to hold on to the spear in my hand!..."
Old Feather's crazy laughter was whirling and fluttering in the yellow wind, scattered among the mountains. And the more than a thousand wolf-like Feather clan also laughed excitedly. The ensnared tribesmen in the wasteland even sent out canine descendants.
The wolf howled. And the face of the prisoner Yome also showed a bit of cruelty and ferocity. After all, it is better to eat from others than to be eaten by others...
"Ouch!~~Ouch!~~"
The long wind blew through the valley, and the howls of wolves echoed vaguely in the horizon. In the nearest village of Opata, a group of women raised their heads in surprise and looked towards the mountain pass to the south, but could not see anything. These Opata women
They were all wearing straw clothes and carrying straw baskets on their backs, collecting dried vines from the mountains after autumn.
The Opata people live in arid mountains, and agriculture is not developed. The growth of cotton requires 500 mm of precipitation, which exceeds the rainfall in the mountains. Therefore, the Opata people rarely have cotton cloth, and they wear grass every day.
Even the houses are thick and short thatched huts. They are ancient rattan weavers, and can even use dense fine grass to weave bowls and baskets that can hold water and serve as daily utensils.
Many small Opata tribes have relatively low productivity and still retain the characteristics of matrilineal clans, with female grandmothers. The grass utensils woven by women play an indispensable and important role in life, and naturally have economic consequences.
Political power. However, men have not experienced too much fighting, have not evolved a specialized warrior class, and cannot dominate the tribe. In fact, the Opata tribes have rarely fought battles involving thousands of people, and they will not be able to form a line.
They go out to fight in the military formation. They are especially good at fighting in small groups of dozens of people, and the best are the archery hunters in the mountains.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this time, the most powerful enemy known to the Opata people is just the Apache tribes facing them in the northern valley.
There are hundreds of "prairie barbarians" who have hundreds of plans and are covered in tattoos. They go south to plunder and flee. That is the truly chaotic interior of North America, a barbaric tribe with cruel disputes on the prairie. But the Apaches migrating on the prairie, although fierce
They are not afraid of death, but they are not good at fighting in the mountains. The tribes in the northern valley also hold red copper spears and axes, and are always wary of them heading south...
However, the violent winds and waves set off by the southern plateau have finally swept into the far northern interior. Even a residual yellow wind is so violent that the Opata people cannot imagine! Not to mention, leading this "yellow wind"
"It was the cunning and ruthless Feather who came under the banner of Yomebe...
"Ah haha! Come down the mountain and let the warriors restrain themselves! Take a good look at the situation of the Opata people and see if they can fight!...Remember, we are all the remnants of Yome, and we were beaten by the southern War God tribe.
Those who are still on the run and come here to join us!... Let the large tribe of the Opata people in the West Valley lower their guard. If you can deceive and sneak attack, you don't have to use force! If anyone leaks the news, I'll see if I don't skin him!..."
"After conquering the big tribe in the West Valley, don't kill people indiscriminately! Once we occupy this valley, we will have a home. We will settle down and never leave again! ...The sky is high and the Lord is far away. The banner of the Feather Clan can be erected again.
La!... Brother Peng, what are you talking about? The best thing is these thousands of miles of mountains and this dangerous terrain? Occupy the valley and call yourself the king behind closed doors? Ah! Your knowledge is still too shallow.
Got it!"
Old Feather picked up the scepter, shook his head, laughed wildly and walked towards the river at the foot of the mountain. His crazy voice drifted farther and farther away, and only the loud laughter could be heard in the distance.
"Ahaha! A bunch of ignorant crazy tigers! Once we take over this valley, we will still have to raise the banner of the main god, and even accept the priests from the south, and ostensibly pay tribute! In this way, we will scare the rest of Opata
Tribe, take a look and see if you can get some useful weapons and some scarce supplies from the south!..."
"Ancestors! They are all fellow villagers of Prepecha, and they all believe in the main god... Oh! The glue people, the ancient glue people of Totonac!...Ahaha! For the sake of this path of the clan, I gave up all my sons.
I gave it away and gave it to the songbird priest in the south. I also gave my granddaughter to the little crow to sleep with and gave birth to his seed... Who is more loyal than me in this sincerity of belief in the Lord God? Who is more calculating than me?
Plastic Man? I have eighteen hummingbirds painted all over my body!…”
"God bless you! Bless the hummingbird, let me get some Opata women and give birth to a few feathered babies! The same goes for you, sleep with more women, and make the tribe with more feathers like moles, let the clan prosper again! This sporadic
Six or seven thousand people are enough. At least 20,000 people are needed to occupy these hundreds of miles of valley. And with 60,000 people, the entire Opata Thousand Miles Mountainous Area will belong to us in the future!...Ahaha
