The end of April carries the sound of wind, and there is thunder hidden in the wind. The thunder is interrupted by the rapid cry of killing, startling the birds in the forest. The fighting on the northern border never stops, and thousands of canine descendants continue to plunder southward.
, fighting continuously with the warriors of Otopan State. Then, hundreds of Mexica scouts also joined in. The elite warriors of the kingdom were fully armed, and under the leadership of the Otomi scouts, they fought one after another with the Guakili people.
and gained the absolute upper hand.
After several fights, the invading Guajili tribe noticed something different. Soon, a brutal ambush ended in the mountain forest. Two red-haired senior Guajili warriors looked solemn and carefully inspected the weapons of several new enemies.
Corpse.
Due to low productivity, the Guakili people are still in the barbaric tribal era, and the primitive tribal alliance has just taken shape. The population of each large tribe is limited, and the most is only about 10,000 people. There has not yet been an obvious wealth differentiation among the tribes, and naturally there is no such thing.
What nobles and warriors.
Within the Guakili tribe, except for a very small number of priests, there are usually only four simple and crude levels: the first level is boys who cannot fight and can be abandoned by the tribe at any time; the second level is those who can fight and give birth.
The young man is regarded as the foundation of the tribe; the third level is the warrior who masters combat skills, the core of the strength of each tribe; and the last is the senior warrior who has experienced battles and is the person who truly holds power in the tribe. These senior warriors often wear their hair
Dyed in sacred red as a symbol of being blessed by the gods. As for the old and weak in the tribe who are unable to fight and work hard, they are usually not treated as humans, and they will not live long at all.
"Damn! Amosi, where did this enemy come from? It's like a cactus on the plateau, hard and prickly!"
Looking at the dead canine corpses around him, the young red-haired warrior let out an angry growl.
"I used a hundred-man team, but I couldn't surround twenty people! The tribe lost twenty-five warriors, leaving less than ten corpses!"
"Iwekan, in the wilderness, an angry coyote cannot catch a vigilant antelope. You have to suppress your anger and learn to observe and wait."
The older red-haired warrior Amosi shook his head. He groped carefully on the corpse in front of him, and then laid out what he touched.
"An obsidian dagger, an obsidian war club, and five packs of replacement obsidian sharp blades. Hiss, what a wealthy tribe!"
Amosi exclaimed in surprise. He continued to check, with a hint of confusion in his expression.
"A golden necklace, engraved with the sun and hummingbirds, should be a prayer tool. Hey, it's not made of wood, but gold, which the people of the city like?"
"An ax with a short handle on one side? What is it made of? It's really sharp and hard, a good thing!"
"Well, a tough rattan hat, a rattan shield, and a complete set of cotton armor, with the key parts thickened with leather. Well, this smell, is it soaked in precious oil? No wonder the warriors' hunting bows can't shoot
wear!"
"Finally, a small cotton bag, inside...dried leaves and fresh grass?"
Amosi looked at it for a moment and found nothing. He turned his head and shouted loudly.
"Iweikan, you are the scout captain of the Red Fox tribe, and you have inherited more knowledge than me. Come and see, what are these?"
Ivican frowned and approached. He picked up the leaves, sniffed them vigorously, and then tasted the fresh grass.
"Hey, the feathery leaves, the special aroma, the ink leaves? The slightly spicy taste, the fresh juice, is it spicy grass? Ah, these are expensive herbs that are carefully collected and treasured by tribal priests, and they can heal wounds and stop bleeding. How can they actually do this?
On an ordinary scout! Damn it, damn it!"
I don't know what kind of stimulation, Iwekan's anger suddenly burned like a flame. He angrily took out a cactus fruit from his waist and threw it into the sky with all his strength. Then, the scout captain took off the short hunting bow from his back and put it on a reed pole.
The animal tooth arrows shot into the sky with "swish, swish, swish"!
His shooting skills are so superb that every arrow will hit the cactus fruit accurately, and even line up with the previous arrow! The fist-sized fruit stayed in the air for ten breaths before turning into dozens of fragments and scattering.
fell to the ground.
"Wow, praise the God of Wind, you are really capable of shooting down the condor! You are worthy of being the scout captain of the big tribe!"
Amosi was full of smiles and praised sincerely. After venting, Iwekan's emotions calmed down. He stamped his feet fiercely.
"Damn it! So what does it matter if you have good shooting skills? These new enemies are well-equipped and capable of fighting. They are completely different from the poor and war-fearing Otomi people! Each of them is richer than me, and they all have strong armors and helmets, and even
There is a thick shield! The archery skills that the tribal archers are proud of cannot break through the defense and cause effective damage!"
Iwekan gritted his teeth. He only had a hunting bow, a stone spear, a damaged cotton armor, and an obsidian dagger. The cotton armor and dagger were both purchased from Otomi not long ago.
It was seized from the hands of others. At this moment, the scout captain looked at the equipment spread out on the ground, and continued to curse angrily with red eyes.
"Damn it! Where did this huge tribe come from? War sticks, daggers, hatchets, shields... a scout's weapons and equipment can arm three tribal warriors! Their fighting skills are far more skillful than the Otomi people.
The will to fight is much stronger. Even when surrounded by several times the enemy, no one wavered and surrendered. What a dangerous jaguar! Spring plowing is around the corner. If we don’t understand the situation of these people, how can the tribe go south and how can they settle down with peace of mind?
?”
"Ivican, I have already asked about the captured Otomi prisoners. These people are Aztec warriors and senior warriors of the Mexica Alliance. They are reinforcements invited by the Otomi people. Mi from the south.
Kencho Lake District!”
"The Aztecs? Ah, the rock cactus tribe that worships the sun? I have indeed heard rumors that they are good at fighting... Micancho Lake area? Isn't that the territory of the Talas Condor tribe? Why are there Aztecs?
Kill people?"
"A year ago, the powerful Condor tribe was wiped out by the even more powerful Aztecs. On the land of the Condor tribe, the great chief of the Aztecs created a new chief, Xiulote.
It is said that he is a descendant of the God of Death, possesses the magic of the gods, and is also very powerful..."
Amosi looked serious and seriously recounted the news that had been passed down through several hands.
"By the way, he is also the sworn brother of the new leader of the Otomi people. At the request of the Otomi people, he led his troops north to support this time, bringing a total of 10,000 soldiers with him!"
"What? There are ten thousand more such warriors?"
Ivican took a breath. He looked at Amosi with doubt on his face.
"I don't believe it! Is this news accurate? How many prisoners can be counted?"
"I don't know, and I don't believe it either. There are a few newly captured Otomi prisoners in the tribal camp, and one of them seems to be a noble. You can ask yourself."
Amosi shook his head. He definitely couldn't count such a huge number, so he was also very suspicious.
"Well! When the hyenas are hunting antelopes, where can they expose their backs so that the dangerous golden eagles can watch? Amosi, the matter is urgent. Let's go north and return to your tribe's camp!"
Amosi nodded in agreement. He turned around and took a few steps, then thought of something and turned back quickly. Then he grabbed a dagger from the ground and put it in his hand; he picked up a copper ax and put it on his waist; finally
Picking up the cloth bag containing the medicinal herbs, he carefully put it into his arms.
Iwekan turned around and saw that Amosi was still reluctant to leave, and he roared angrily.
"Damn it! Amosi, go quickly, business is important! I will let the soldiers leave a set of things for you!"
"Ah, well then! Ivican, my friend, your words must count!"
Amosi looked at the holes in the cotton armor on the ground reluctantly, finally turned around and started running quickly.
The canine race always runs swiftly. The group of people quickly headed north and returned to the camp in just one day. Iwekan immediately summoned the prisoners of the Otomi people. After questioning him carefully for half a day, he looked solemn and immediately took him with him.
The prisoners went north.
The team of scouts traveled a long distance, first crossing the southern border of Parmesan and running for two days, finally arriving in a warm valley. The towering mountains shielded the cold wave in the north and isolated the dangerous cold. The gurgling stream
It flows down from the mountains and collects in the lower parts of the valley, forming a shallow lake.
Thousands of Guakili canine descendants settled by the lake in the valley. A red fox flag, a shallow wooden fence, and hundreds of thatched huts formed the "Red Fox" flag.
The new camp of the "Fox" tribe.
Outside the camp, there were two hundred patrolling scout warriors. When they saw the Iwekan team coming from afar, they respectfully saluted the red hair. In the camp, more tribal warriors shouted, waving their weapons, and maintained
The order of the tribe.
Thousands of Otomi civilians, together with the same number of Guakili tribesmen, are busy working on the fertile soil by the lake. Most of these people are sallow and thin, and their steps are staggering. They are doing extremely heavy labor, but only a few of them are.
With only a little food, people fell to the ground every day. Under the strict requirements of the leader, they had to burn down the trees by the lake, remove the stones in the soil, pull out the weeds in the fields, and work hard to level the land and make it ready for spring plowing.
Prepare.
Iwekan stopped and looked at the tribe in front of him. He didn't care about the piles of corpses in the corner, only saw a patch of life. The tribe struggled out of the cold wave, just like the grass growing from the cracks in the rocks.
, full of new hope!
The air near the lake was slightly moist, which made people feel refreshed. The scout captain took a few deep breaths to calm down his ups and downs, and then took the Otomi captives to the longhouse in the center of the tribe.
As the sun set and the moon rose, the bonfire in the longhouse burned all night and did not go out until dawn. Early the next morning, more than a dozen groups of envoys left in a hurry and went to the surrounding large tribes. Then day and night alternated, with envoys hurriedly coming and going, and scouts shuttled back and forth.
Like an arrow shot out.
As the center for communication between messengers, the leader's longhouse is always bright day and night. Senior warriors continue to hold meetings, and noisy disputes can be heard from the center of the tribe. In the blink of an eye, another ten days have passed, and the disputes have come to an end.
Reluctantly reached an agreement.
On this day, the canine camp was in a state of excitement. The tribal horns were blown high, and the passionate war drums were as fast as a rain shower. Soon, hundreds of red-haired warriors who were good at fighting were carrying hunting bows, leading five hundred senior tribesmen.
Soldiers, quickly left the camp. They were like a pack of running hyenas, roaring lowly, and soon blended into the southern forest and disappeared completely.
