The night was dark, shrouding the mountain forest. The moonlight was sparse, illuminating the mountain road. In the rugged mountain forest, a group of six or seven warriors were walking in the dark without torches. Each of them carried a small package and carried a strong spear.
, and trekked northward cautiously.
"Are we leaving like this?"
Everyone walked around in silence for a while, and the youngest Chippawa finally couldn't help it and asked softly.
Zukata listened to the movement in the forest and continued walking for a while before answering in a low voice.
"What? Do you want to stay and surrender to the Mexicans?"
"No! How is that possible!"
Chipawa's eyes widened. Zukata quickly made a gesture of silence, and he quickly lowered his voice.
"Mexicans destroyed my hometown and killed my father...I will never surrender!"
"Well, no one will surrender. Then keep walking!"
Zukata nodded and kept walking. He tilted his head and looked at Chippawa's profile. From this angle, the young militiaman looked like the person he had sworn to risk his life to protect. Some people who had been there for a long time.
Unforgettable memories came to his mind, making him sigh softly.
"Marshal Kuius...I can't help you for not protecting your son..."
Zukata's voice was so soft that Chippawa didn't hear it. Of course, even if he heard it, he wouldn't understand it.
The meeting between the two seemed like an accident, or like a campfire story told by a tribal sage. The army on the southern route collapsed, and Chippawa was led by a group of defeated soldiers to flee north, using it as food to enable him to walk on his own.
When Zuccata was passing by with his people, he glanced at him, killed the scattered soldiers, and rescued him. Afterwards, several people headed north, crossed the river, and then headed north to the wilderness and joined Guakili.
tribe of people.
Along the way, Zukata's actions were so clear that he seemed to have a plan. However, the plan was no longer important because the important person was no longer there.
Chippawa walked away with his head down for a while, then spoke in a low voice.
"Captain, although Chief Red Monkey asked us to go south and return the prisoners of the Red Frog tribe... we may not surrender..."
Zukata raised his head and glanced at Chippawa lightly. He was silent for a while and spoke calmly.
"After taking the first step, can the second step be far away? The priests of the three gods said that when your soul sinks into the ground, it will be attracted by the deep kingdom of the underworld. Step after step, you will finally fall into the hands of the moon goddess.
In my hands...at this moment, the outcome is already determined. If I stay here any longer, nothing will change."
After saying this, Zukata pondered for a while and asked.
"Chippawa, are you reluctant to part with the silver in the camp?"
"Ah, Captain!"
Chipawa's face turned red. He lowered his head and replied slowly.
"The canine descendants will definitely not be able to stop the Mexicans. We really have to leave! It's just that we left in such a hurry and didn't bring any belongings... The bag of silver coins I finally saved..."
Zukata shook his head. He looked serious and taught.
"Chipawa, gold and silver are just temptations from the gods. As a warrior, you can enjoy wealth as much as you want, but you must not be bound by it! You must be the master of wealth, not its slave!"
Chipawa looked at Zukata's expression, bit his lip, and said nothing. After a while, he whispered, "Captain, we are different. I am not a warrior of the kingdom, but a conscripted militiaman.
I have never seen so much money in my life... At the beginning, if my family had money, they could give benefits to the warriors who conscripted Ding... My father would not be the first batch to be conscripted, and I would not be the first.
The second batch was taken away. Grandma and Amei will not know whether they are alive or dead..."
"The warrior who conquers Ding..."
Zukata was silent. He was born into a noble family and was a guard warrior of Prince Cuius. His family has been passed down from generation to generation and he has served the Tarasco royal family for nearly two hundred years. To him, the warriors who conquered Ding were just insignificant people.
Harmful and humble native dog, he would bow down and wag his tail submissively every time he met. He knew how these people behaved in the local area, but he never paid attention to it. Because to him, ordinary civilians were like ants.
like existence.
The unchanging world lasted for more than two hundred years, and the noble and the lowly were born. Until the kingdom fell, everything was changed. At this moment, the noble guards are living in the wilderness, what is the difference between them and the sons of the militia? They are just after the country is destroyed.
"The Kingdom of Tarasco is dead...The Mexicans are our enemies."
After a while, Zukata's face was expressionless and his voice was low.
"We have to survive and live well. Chief Amosi is in front. Catch him and go to him. Life is in the east."
"Ah! Instead of going to the Red Dog Tribe, we go to the Red Crow?"
Hearing this, Chipawa was a little surprised. A heroic figure was engraved in his heart, giving him strength instantly.
Zukata nodded and smiled dullly.
"Well. Chief Red Crow is not only tenacious and decisive, but also flexible and good at learning. He is an eagle disguised as a crow, able to avoid the storms in the rainy season and truly soar in the sky of the wilderness... Chippawa, you said,
The Red Crow Tribe has been preparing to migrate eastward."
"Yes, Sister Alan said. They fled from the Red Fox Valley just to move to the east, to the territory of the Huastec people."
Chippawa said with certainty. He had always kept in mind Sister Alan's words. In fact, Chippawa was slightly older than Alan, but when he thought of Alan's heroic appearance in shooting the enemy, he couldn't help but think of himself as
younger brother.
"That's alright. The east is the only way to survive."
Zukata nodded in confirmation. It was these words that made him determined to defect to the Red Crow.
"The Huastec people live in the jungles of the lowlands. Their folk customs are weak, they love art, and they have many craftsmen. They are plump grass rabbits. They have no ability to resist in the face of the stoic Steppenwolf... This is a wide road
The avenue is enough for us to walk on it..."
"Let's go quickly! Ozoma will soon find that we are missing. He will either send people to chase us, or... the Mexica army will go north soon!"
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The night became darker and darker. Along the way, everyone saw many traces of the red crow team walking by, but they could never catch up. The elite canine scouts were very good at running. Even if they were carrying rescued prisoners, they would be as fast as the wind.
Go and make it difficult for the southern warriors to catch up.
A few quarters of an hour later, Red Dog's main camp appeared in front of everyone, and a large bonfire flickered at the mouth of the valley.
"what to do?"
Chippawa was panting. He looked at the bonfire not far away and asked tentatively.
"The Red Dog Tribe is just ahead. Should we report Ozoma? Chief Chichika is always generous..."
"Not going."
Zukata must have shaken his head.
"The Red Monkey is about to surrender, and the fate of the north has been determined. Chief Chichika has deep pride in his bones and will definitely fight to the end. He is also fierce and moody... If he goes over now, he will die."
Everyone nodded. Zukata lit a torch, took the token of the red monkey tribe, and walked along the edge of the camp openly. Sometimes he would meet a red-haired team in the mountains, and he would show his token with a dull expression and pretend to be a red monkey.
The messenger of the tribe. Many scouts have seen this southern warrior beside Ozoma, but no one doubts him.
The group of people marched for several miles unimpeded, leaving the Red Dog main camp far behind. Soon, the spear team climbed onto the last hill. Everyone's eyes suddenly opened up.
In the faint morning light, the extinguished bonfires are like stars in the sky, filling the entire fertile valley. The tributaries of the Tampen River flow quietly, and the farmland beside the river is full of straw remnants, covering the earth with gray and yellow.
The coat. Further away, the small town of Palms is like a low stone, lying at the end of the sight, simple and vicissitudes of life.
"Pamus Valley, here we are."
Looking at the vast farmland and rivers, Chippawa looked longingly. At this moment, he thought of his hometown in the south again, and couldn't help but mutter to himself again.
"It's a rare sight in the wilderness! It would be great to stay here..."
The sky had just broken, and the morning light illuminated the hills. Zukata stood on the top of the high mountain, but he did not look at the vast farmland, but turned his back to the valley. He looked at the mountains and forests in the south, his expression solemn, and he clenched the hand tightly.
Spear.
"The Mexica Legion is dispatched!"
Hearing this, everyone looked back in surprise and saw a shocking sight.
In the mountains more than twenty miles away, thousands of dark green warriors marched north, followed by tens of thousands of gray-blue figures, like the mythical feathered serpents swallowing them! A few miles in front of the army, five
The Baihong Frog warriors, wearing cotton armor and holding bamboo bows, were the first to clear the way. They descended from the high ground and without any pause, they rushed towards the main Red Dog camp behind them.
"Ah, look there!..."
Chippawa stretched out his hand and let out an exclamation.
Zukata glanced at it and then lowered his eyes. In the familiar red monkey camp, there was a flag that he was more familiar with. On the flag, an abstract long snake circled into a rotating sun, which was the symbol of the Mexica Alliance.
!
"The Red Monkey Tribe... surrendered!"
After a few breaths, Zukata took a deep breath. In the dawn light, he turned around calmly and took the lead towards the Red Crow Tribe in the valley, never looking back.
