Chapter 293: The mountain people plowing in spring, the peeping dog descendants
The breeze blew through the treetops, pines and cypresses sprouted new branches, and the long grass became more and more prosperous, enough to cover the body. The rain in early June arrived as expected, and the smoke from the burning land rose and extinguished, leaving only a black embers.
In an ashes of the field, thousands of Otomi mountain people are hard at work, and large areas of farmland have been sown. In order to guard against the attacks of the canines, the young men are carrying stone spears on their backs, and some are waist-deep.
There are long slings in between. On a nearby hill, a small team of 20 Otomi warriors is stationed. The warriors wear gray-blue cotton armor, carry war clubs on their backs, and hang them around their necks.
A bone whistle to call the police. They looked cautiously to the north, occasionally glancing at the farming mountain people and at the fields full of life.
The Otomi mountain people were busy, using wooden and stone farm tools to break up the soil, and carefully sowing the hope of the year. And when they took a short rest, the magnificent Otopen mountain city appeared at the end of their sight, standing in the far south.
The horizon of the sky. The ancestral land of the mountain city has existed forever, like the holy mountain where the gods live, entrusting the hearts of all mountain people.
Behind the mountain people, several gurgling streams flowed down from the mountains, nourishing the farmland along the way. And by the small lake where the streams merged, there was a large Otomi village. This is six kilometers north of the Otopan mountain city.
Shili is also an important northern area guarded by warriors.
Now, fifty Mexica warriors holding longbows and two hundred Otomi warriors holding shields and sticks are stationed together in the longhouse of the village. Nearby is a strong granary. At the firepit in the center of the village, there are also
Special firewood was piled up. When the number of incoming dog descendants approached a thousand, the warriors would light firewood and summon reinforcements from the mountain city. Three thousand-man battalions were stationed a dozen miles south at this time, ready to attack at any time.
There was a movement of figures in the distant forest, and the warriors on the hill immediately stood up and looked around, putting their bone whistles to their lips. Soon, a small team of Otomi scouts emerged from the forest, followed by hundreds of people carrying grain and farm tools.
The mountain people. The warriors on both sides shook hands and greeted each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. The scouts looked at the cultivated fields and continued to guide the new mountain people to settle in the village.
Not long ago, the priests of the mountain city issued a divine decree: evacuate the mountain people on the northern border, take away all the food, and concentrate it on large villages around the mountain city for farming. Then, under the protection of thousands of Otomi warriors, the priests who control the hearts of the people
Guided from the north, villages with more than 300 people were quickly evacuated. As for the remaining small villages, they were led by the scout warriors.
The border evacuation has been going on for a month, and today's group is probably the last of the mountain residents. The remaining micro-villages contain only a few dozen people, hiding in the mountains, making it difficult to find them. They don't have much food storage, so they have nothing to do with it.
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The mountain city of Otopan is more than two hundred miles away from Parmus State. After the canine plunder and large-scale shrinkage, the land of more than a hundred miles in the north has been deserted. Within a hundred miles close to the mountain city, there are many
There are patrolling scouts, stationed warriors, and legions that can attack at any time.
Spring plowing is hard work. When I lean down, the sun has just risen, and when I look up, the setting sun has already set. After a long night of deep sleep, another boring day repeats. The new day seems to be no different. Songbirds circle in the sky, and only see
The farmland that has been cultivated. Oh, and there are also eyes hidden in the mountains and forests.
Amosi crouched in the grass, squinting his eyes and looking at the mountain people who were plowing with their heads down and the densely populated villages not far away. He was wearing a Mexica cotton armor and a yellow-green turban on his head.
The cane hat covered his conspicuous red hair. His gaze stayed for a long time until another voice came from the grass.
"Amosi, have you seen the Otomi warriors on the hill clearly? How many are there?"
"Two palms, two soles, exactly twenty people. The leader put his hand between his neck, probably a whistle that made a beep sound when he blew it."
"Ouch, these screaming dogs! They are not good at fighting, but they are good at barking."
Iwekan made a "poof" sound and popped his head up. He looked greedily at the village in the distance, then at the thousands of mountain people farming, and then stared hard at the young and naked young man among them.
The woman swallowed.
"The women of Otomi are much prettier than the skinny bamboo poles in the tribe. With their turkey-like figures, it looks like they are fertile! Amosi, such a big village has enough food and women. Do you want to fight?"
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"Iweikan, don't worry, let me take another look. We followed the Otomi scouts all the way, and we always want to see where they hide the food. Girls have plenty, food is the lifeblood of the tribe!
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Amosi watched carefully. His eyes paused for a moment on the spears carried by the mountain people, and then he reached out and pointed in the direction of the village.
"Let's go to the village and have a look."
Two red-haired warriors climbed up from the grass, as agile as a bobcat, without making any movement. Behind them, more than two dozen tribal warriors also climbed up, each with their backs hunched like hounds. They carefully avoided the cultivators.
Then he went to the back of the village and continued to peek.
Not far away, a shallow wooden fence surrounded the village, leaving only two exits, the north and the south. There was a tall stone house in the center of the village, and some villagers were going in and out, preparing special lunches for the samurai gentlemen. Ordinary
Mountain people are not so lucky, they only have two meals a day, morning and evening.
Soon, faint smoke curled up, and the fragrance of corn spread far away. A large group of warriors walked out of the longhouse, carrying weapons on their backs, talking and laughing, and sitting around the firepit to eat.
"Grey-blue cotton armor, one slap, two slaps... Well, eight palms and one palm for the Otomi dog."
Amosi used both hands and borrowed Iwekan's palm, and finally counted out two hundred with difficulty. Then, he continued to move his eyes and looked at the Mexica warrior in the center, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Damn it, white gold cotton armor inlaid with nails, a vine-wood face helmet, and a big bow! They are thick-skinned warriors of the Mexica, with ten palms!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What? The thick-skinned warriors of the Mexica?! Where are they?...Ouch!"
Iwekan was shocked. He followed Amosi's hand and couldn't help but let out a low bark. The warrior in the center of the village suddenly became alert and stood up to look over. The canine scouts crouched in the grass.
, motionless. After a while, the warriors resumed their chatter and continued to eat.
Amosi breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his voice and cursed angrily.
"Damn it, Iwekan, keep your mouth shut!"
"What are you afraid of, Amosi? No one can outrun us! Even a big bow can't shoot from this distance."
Iwekan smiled and replied. He didn't care too much about the danger, but he also lowered his voice.
"It's really blinding. There are fifty thick-skinned warriors! Where did the cactus tribe in the south get so many thick-skinned warriors? The last time I fought with them, I shot a thick-skinned warrior with more than ten arrows, and he hit a hedgehog.
It’s the same, but it’s still alive and kicking, nothing happened at all!”
"Iwekan, the thick-skinned warrior's cotton armor cannot be penetrated by shooting, no matter how close! You have to shoot the small section of their neck that is exposed, shoot their calves and feet, or hammer their heads in close combat. Of course.
, these thick-skinned ones are all elites, they will deliberately cover their vital points, and they are also very powerful in close combat, which is really tricky!"
Amosi shook his head and continued to watch with a frown.
Soon, Iwekan opened his eyes wide and looked at the granary where the peasants were coming in and out.
"Food, a lot of food! Amosi, there are 100 senior redheads and 500 tribal warriors in the tribal brigade behind me! How many people are behind you?"
"There are fifty redheads and three hundred warriors behind me. I can't compare with your 'Red Fox' tribe."
"One hundred and fifty redheads, eight hundred warriors, and there are only two hundred and fifty on the opposite side...Oh, that's enough! Do you want to fight?"
"Hit me!"
Amosi let out a loud "poof" and turned to glare at his friend.
"Iweikan, do you have any brains? The Otomi native dogs are not easy to fight when they are on defense. Now there are warriors from the Cactus tribe. They are like dogs with their owners. They are very tough and will not even be beaten to death.
Will surrender!"
"Look at the terrain of this village again. The houses are blocked and the roads are narrow. The soldiers can't spread out at all and can't take advantage of their numerical advantage. The enemy also has big bows for defense. If they are hit, they will die! When we rush to the fence, thick
Pi can shoot three rounds of arrows with his big bow; break through the fence and rush in, and there will be two more rounds of arrows. If he shoots two more rounds, the soldiers will collapse. This village is impossible to fight!"
"Well, it seems reasonable. Amosi, you do have a bright mind. You are more like a member of our Red Fox tribe."
Iwekan thought for a while and then looked at the mountain people farming in the fields.
"How about we let the soldiers charge at these mountain people? Kill them and lure the defenders out, or snatch a few fertile women?"
"Grab the shit!"
Amosi stretched out his hand and hit Iwekan on the shoulder hard.
"What's the use of killing those grassy mountain people? The food is in the granary, and if you can't conquer the village, it's all in vain. If you stand here for a long time, the big group of warriors from the south will bite you. First, the Ou who looks like a native dog will bite you.
The Tomis, then the Mexica warriors with dark green cotton armor, and finally the thick-skinned ones that are impossible to attack."
"By the way, the last time I went deep into the south, I encountered a few ferocious tiger heads. They should be the personal guards of the great chiefs and senior redheads of the Cactus tribe. They wore thick leather and tiger heads and were very good at tracking.
, chased me all the way for fifty miles! No matter how the scout team changed directions, they could not get rid of them. I killed several brothers and retreated to the northern border. When I contacted other tribes to ambush them, they quietly disappeared."
"A ferocious tiger head?"
Ivican frowned and thought hard, muttering to himself.
"I think I heard the chief say that there are some eagle warriors and jaguar warriors in the Cactus tribe...are they also thick-skinned?"
"The skin is as thick as a bear. Iwekan, don't think about it. The warriors of my tribe are all gathered here. If I break it randomly and don't get food, the chief and the priest will definitely sacrifice me alive! This village will be destroyed."
If we don’t come down, we’ll still..."
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Three sharp feather arrows whistling, suddenly shot from a distance, grazing the heads of the canine scouts. The two red-haired warriors were shocked. They turned around and saw several Mexican thick-skinned warriors.
Already with dozens of Otomi native dogs, they quietly surrounded him from the side.
"Damn it, Iwekan, it's all your barking!"
"Ouch! Amosi, stop scolding. Since you can't fight, just save some strength and run north quickly! We still have to notify the brigade behind!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A bark came again, accompanied by loud curses and whistling arrows. The two red-haired warriors lowered their bodies, like running hounds, and escaped from the range of the bows and arrows in the blink of an eye. A dozen canine scouts followed closely.
After that, there was no stopping.
Chased by hundreds of coalition warriors, the canine descendants kept running all the way. In the tense moments, the dogs barked again. From time to time, blood spilled down the mountains and forests, infiltrating the fields of hope.