Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty Seven Amosi is farming, Alan is charging
The sun sets in the west and rises in the east. The divine light disappears thousands of miles away, leaving only a little light. When you believe that there is Bodhi in the world, you also plant the seeds of Bodhi. And the way to enlighten the Bodhi mind is other than the great aspirations of all people and the divine empowerment.
There is also diligent practice.
"May the Lord God bless you! May the cassava harvest be abundant and the corn warehouses be full! May there be no cold wave this winter, and may all tribes survive this terrible divine disaster!..."
More than a thousand miles away in the land of Koahuik, Red Crow Chief Amosi has never truly believed in any gods and Buddhas. But at this time, he is also practicing diligently to deal with the pressure of more than 100,000 tribes.
, amidst the hard work with gray hair on his temples, he unconsciously came up with bodhicitta. At this moment, he was wearing the amulet of the main god, staring at the mouth of the Heron River in early winter, and praying silently.
"Oh divine heaven and earth! May the two thousand tribes going east be able to have enough food and clothing, and use the stone spears in their hands to carve out a bright future for themselves..."
At the mouth of the Heron River, hundreds of canoes and small galleys had already blown their conch horns to set sail. Soon, the huge seaside fleet was filled with two thousand fearful grassland tribes with broken hair and tattoos.
, slowly drove away from the mouth of the river and disappeared at the end of the eastern coast.
By the shoal at the mouth of the river, baskets of corn and pumpkins were piled up, like harvest fields. Hundreds of Red Crow warriors were happily carrying these staple grains that could keep the tribe alive, carrying them on their shoulders.
It was transported to the only masonry building in the nearby village. This building was of course not the temple of the main god, but the most important barn of a tribe.
"Ah Mo! Ah Feng and I kissed each other and ordered it again! It is indeed enough food for two thousand men for a year, at least fifty thousand kilograms! Although there are more miscellaneous grains, these grains should be eaten sparingly. The elderly, weak and children only eat one-third.
One... is enough for ten thousand tribes to survive the difficult winter! These coastal tribes are really rich! It's a pity that they are too far away, and the fleet is very capable..."
At the mouth of the river, henchman Mo Qi ran over excitedly, dragging a strong man with him. The man had a simple face, and he looked like a dog. There were no signs of the main god on his body, and he could only
Wearing a rough robe that is convenient for work. If it weren't for the wood-carved hummingbird amulet he wore around his neck, no one would have guessed that he was the highest-ranking secondary god priest in the Red Crow tribe, "Afeng".
"Ah Feng, are you sure that these foods can keep the 10,000 tribesmen through the winter?"
"Enough."
Priest Ah Feng nodded silently. He always did more and said less. Even with his strong body, he was the type of shaman who could fight among the dog descendants. But at this moment, when faced with Amosi's question, he just said:
"Witness the Lord God! Fifty thousand kilograms, 70% of miscellaneous grains, 30% of staple grains. Dried cassava and dried pumpkins are eaten first. Cook more, it is better to cook it into a paste, and add acorns and leaves. The old corn is kept the longest and is eaten last.
…These are enough to eat, but they must be stored well and the food cannot be wasted.”
"As for the grain storage barn, we still have to follow the old method. Lay a few more layers of hay on the top, and put a layer of bamboo chips on the bottom. The bamboo chips are then covered with a layer of plant ash, and they are well sealed with bison's dried dung.
Insect-proof and moisture-proof... As for the moles, the straw baskets containing the grains must be raised higher. These things dig holes very hard, and they live in litters... If you can raise a few short-tailed cats, it will be safe."
"Okay! I'll do as you say! I'll leave all the barns in the tribe to you! Ah Feng, work harder, bring a few more priest apprentices, and teach them the real skills that can keep the tribe alive!"
…”
"I will."
Priest Ah Feng nodded again. He waited for a while and saw that Amosi had nothing to say, so he turned around and left to greet people to decorate the barn.
"The Lord God bless us! We are so lucky to have such a Lord God priest! It would be great if the priests from the south could talk less and do more like him..."
Looking at Ah Feng's strong back as he left, Amosi smoothed his knotted hair with emotion on his face. Beside him, his confidant Mozi also nodded in agreement.
"That's right! The priest of the main god who was born in the wasteland is capable. He looks honest and honest, and his body is like a bison. He is a good look for a shaman! The priests from the city-state are quite different. They are all talkative and short-handed.
He is as smart as a fox, but he has too many thoughts and his facial features are really bad!…”
"Um…"
In the past few years, both the Mexica Alliance and the Kingdom of the Lake have sent several batches of missionary priests to the Red Crow Tribal Alliance. However, the progress of these priests' missionary work has not been great, and it is not as good as the tribe's original mission.
Wasteland priests and shamans. Many priests of the main god were even sent back by the Red Crow tribe for some reason.
It wasn't until the Kingdom of the Lake selected some young and strong preaching priests from the wilderness who had the same roots as the converted canine tribes that they were gradually accepted by the Red Crow Alliance.
As an alliance of hunting tribes that have initially settled down, the Red Crow tribes lack a lot of knowledge and technology. Therefore, even if they are not very interested in converting to the main god, the agricultural technology brought by the priests of the main god will bring a lot of benefits.
Architecture and life experience are what the tribe urgently needs.
And when the priest of the main god really brought tangible benefits to the tribe and brought about changes for the better, the faith of the main god took root in the Red Crow tribe for the first time! Similarly, with this
The connection with the belief in the main god allowed the Red Crow Tribe and various tribes in the south to have peaceful communication channels and the possibility of trade exchanges.
"The Lord God bless you! Before the cold wave comes, collect all the food and hunt for one last time... Then, hold a sacrifice in the main temple by the Warrior Lake! The Lord God of the South is quite powerful, I hope He can bless you.
We, the Red Crow Tribe!”
"That's right, that's right! Amo, I haven't held a celebration party for a long time. With this batch of food, I feel a lot more at ease! This time, everyone in the tribe must have a good time... It's best to come in winter.
If you are pregnant with a child before, you won’t delay next year’s autumn harvest!…”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Well... now that I have something to eat, I feel at ease. It's better to be more noisy!..."
Amosi smiled and nodded, stroking his gray hair again. He pondered for a while, looked around, and then asked.
"Moqi, in the face of these two grain transactions...the newly surrendered tribal chiefs, do you have any opinions?..."
"Amo, don't you understand these barbarians in the Great River Grassland? Their life on the grassland is similar to ours in the wasteland... It is better to hand over the tribes that cannot feed themselves to the coastal tribes and then exchange them for food.
It would be much better to eat people directly! Let me tell you, their only opinion is that they want to bypass our Red Crow headquarters and secretly do business with the coastal tribes!"
"After all, one person only weighs about a hundred kilograms, and many of them weigh less than a hundred kilograms. They are all bones, not as good as a deer... And in exchange for the coastal tribe, it is two hundred and fifty kilograms of solid food, which can be saved and used
If you let it go, you can keep a warrior full for a year!…”
"As long as you capture some small tribes, you can exchange them for food at a cost-effective trade. Which big northern tribe is not jealous? They all think that the coastal tribes have lost their minds and would trade so much food for people... Hey! I didn't know that this was the case.
How long can a good trade last... And how to divide the food exchanged is also an important matter. When I talk about this, I become anxious!..."
"Ha! Of course, we, the Red Crow Headquarters, will be responsible for the distribution! Let each camp rely on us to survive the winter. It's like the wolf pack has a wolf king, so there won't be any big chaos. And which leader dares to
If you make trouble in this matter, or secretly collude with the seaside tribe, you are seeking death! I will cut off his head, feed it to the black vulture myself in front of everyone!..."
Amosi's eyes were sharp, he clenched the bronze spear in his hand, and slammed it on the ground. It was only at this moment that he showed a bit of the fierceness of the Red Crow Chief, showing the majesty of commanding more than 100,000 tribes!
After all, he can firmly control so many ferocious northern tribes and firmly hold the position of chief of the Red Crow, so how can he be a soft-hearted person. And the only thing that can give him headaches and soft-heartedness is...
"Great Chief, the messenger who went to the north has returned and brought back a message from Chief Alan."
"Hmm?! Why doesn't that girl come back in person? Didn't I tell her? Come back for the winter, come back for the winter! I won't find a husband for her. As long as she stays here and doesn't wander around all day long,
Just bring back a bunch of tribes that can’t survive!…”
"Well…"
Zukata reported back and touched his short hair, not knowing what to say. Apart from the great chief, who else in the tribe could control the young chief Alan who can shoot and shoot arrows? Now, even the great chief himself
I can’t control it! After a while, he finally said in a muffled voice.
"Great Chief, Young Chief Alan said...she will not come back for the winter. She has found the legendary flint coal mine in the upper reaches of the river, two thousand miles to the north! But she also encountered a group of powerful tribes going south, and was even
The enemy ambushed once and killed dozens of warriors... The tribe that went south obviously also went south for the flint and coal mines, and they go south every autumn and winter!..."
"What! Alan was ambushed? Is she injured? I will send warriors to support her right now!..."
"Ah, Chief, Young Chief Alan said she is fine! She is too far away, and she does not need the Red Crows to support her... She now leads twenty centurions, a total of two thousand warriors, and has been able to defeat the opponent.
There are two thousand tribes. But she is worried that these difficult guys will flee to the north and call more difficult tribes over... So, she is now nesting in a mountain camp, waiting for the other side to spend the winter... Then, she will sneak attack on the other side.
In the winter camp, we can eat up the opponent's main force in one go, completely eliminating future troubles! ...The upstream Firestone Coal Mine will be occupied by the Red Crow Alliance!"
“…”
After hearing Alan's plan and the important information about the Huoshi Coal Mine, Amosi pondered for a while and nodded slowly. The biggest trouble when fighting the northern tribes is that the tribes will be unstable and disappear in the blink of an eye.
. And all the ministries have a collusive relationship. Once they hear about the benefits, they will gather like wasps.
Therefore, when fighting on the northern grasslands, one has to either fight quickly and hold on to the opponent until the opponent's main body is swallowed up...or one has to wait and find an opportunity to surround him. And the best opportunity is indeed
The cold wave of winter is coming, and it’s time for everyone to huddle up for the winter!
"Hey! This kid Alan is obviously a girl, but she is braver than all the men! She is always so competitive, adventurous and aggressive! She really doesn't look like me at all! I don't know what kind of man can do that.
Subdue her? Don’t let her ride on you and carry her around..."
Amosi sighed and covered his forehead. He really felt a headache for this fierce and belligerent daughter. But indeed, only with such strength could he suppress the group of barbarian warriors below.
Mozzi next to him touched his nose and murmured in his heart. Alan was picked up by Amosi, not born to the chief. What's more, when Amosi was young, he wasn't very brave either. A sneak attack.
At that time, he almost shot all the black wolves to death! However, after becoming the chief, Amosi became more and more timid year by year. He had to think over and over again before taking action, worrying about this and that...
"Azu! Thank you for making this trip!..."
Amosi sighed for a while, then patted Zukata's shoulder and gave him a few words of comfort. Then, after thinking for a moment, he frowned and asked again.
"By the way! What was the name of the difficult tribe that Alan encountered heading south? Are there other tribes behind them, and are there any tribal alliances?"
"Big Chief, I heard from the Young Chief that the tribe going south seems to be called...what is it called...oh! 'The Brave Mountain Tribe'!...Mescalero, and they call themselves Inde!"
Zukata pulled his hair and squeezed for a long time before he came up with a difficult-to-pronounce name for the northern tribe. Then, he thought for a while and added.
"However, in the mouths of the Concho people in the upper river tribes, these predatory northern tribes have another name, 'fierce enemies from the mountains and forests'...that is, 'mountain Apaches'
!…”
"As for whether there is any tribal alliance behind this 'Mountain Apache' tribe?... I don't know! We have to defeat them and capture the leading prisoners and torture them before we can find out..."
"May the Lord God, the three gods, and the divine heaven and earth protect the young chief who is good at fighting!..."
