The girl moved very quickly, and ran to the front in two steps. Her eyes were bright, with the sharpness of a hunter, her eyebrows were raised, and she had the confident sharpness of a warrior. Her majestic eyebrows, raised corners of her mouth, put together, turned out to be a
Zhang has a pretty face.
Looking at the girl in front of him, Amosi's face showed rare kindness and tenderness. He reached out his hand and rubbed the girl's short hair.
"Alan, I'm back! How was the tribe during my absence?"
"Dad, the pumpkins in the tribe are ripe, and everyone has been busy harvesting them these days. Seeing us harvesting pumpkins, many ordinary tribesmen were wandering around. The soldiers were holding weapons day and night and sleeping by the fence.
, be wary of these people!”
Alan pursed her lips and pointed at the figure looking in the distance. She moved quickly. There were calluses left by arrows on her mouth and fingers. The skin on her arms was a healthy wheat color, giving her a wild and vigorous beauty.
When Amosi looked over there, he saw a few lean figures, carrying simple weapons on their backs, looking into the pumpkin field from a distance. But they were too far away and could not see their specific faces. The red-haired warrior frowned
He picked it up with some awe-inspiring killing intent.
"Recently, many ordinary tribes have gone north, and they are severely short of food. In order to compete for food, people die every day in the valley... Alan, bring your bow and arrow later, and go with me to shoot these people! Leave two
Live, torture them about their origins. It just so happens that Iwekan will come tonight. He is from the Red Fox Tribe, let him be a witness!"
"good!"
Alan nodded cheerfully and reached out to hold the bow and arrow behind her back. She was a hunter in the wilderness and had long turned a blind eye to death. Then, the girl took out two pairs of sharp rat teeth from her arms and smiled brightly.
"Dad, I shot two prairie dogs yesterday morning! I have already processed the meat. I will treat you and Uncle Ivican to a barbecue tonight. Hehe, I just want to ask for some archery skills..."
"Two groundhogs? Alan, you shot them to death?"
Amoxi was a little surprised. Woodchucks are one of the animals most familiar to wasteland dogs. They are very alert, run very fast, and are particularly good at digging holes. Commonly used hunter traps cannot trap woodchucks.
, and it can be imagined how difficult it is to shoot such a flexible little animal.
"Yes, Dad. When the pumpkins are ripe in the field, the marmots will definitely come. I took my bow with me the night before and slept in the field early. I waited until early in the morning and some marmots came to eat it.
, I raised my hand and shot one to death! The others fled in all directions. I shot two more arrows at the entrance of the hole, and another one was hit!"
Alan showed a happy smile and shook the two pairs of rat teeth in his hand.
"Two, two! One is particularly fat, with three kilograms of flesh even after removing the skin!"
"Haha, patient, quick to respond, and smart... Alan, you are really a natural hunter!"
Amosi laughed out loud in admiration. He rubbed the girl's head lovingly.
"When this battle is over, I will teach you all the scouting skills, and then take you to hunt two Otomi dogs!"
"Dad, my shooting skills have surpassed yours! You promised before that as long as my shooting skills surpass yours, you would let me join the scout team... I want to be a scout now!"
Alan's eyes widened and he looked at Amosi expectantly. But Amosi's face was straight.
"No, why are you being a scout now! The warriors of the Cactus tribe are too dangerous. We can wait until the battle is over!"
Hearing her father's rejection, Alan lowered his head in disappointment. She sulked and whispered to herself.
"Hmph! It's not like I haven't seen the warriors of the Cactus tribe before... they are the ones I want to kill."
"Why..."
Hearing the girl's words, Amosi sighed, and some distant images emerged from his mind. At that time, the girl was only eleven or twelve years old, walking hard to the north along the Sierra Madre Mountains. She was wearing a small
Wearing a waistcoat, carrying a dagger and a hunting bow, and carrying a small bag of nearly finished food, he looked as dirty as a savage. When I first met her, when I saw her obsidian dagger, I thought it belonged to a tribal chief.
The lost little boy was brought back to the tribe. Unexpectedly, he eventually raised his own daughter...
Amosi recalled it for a while, smiled softly, and then asked solemnly.
"Alan, you lived in the Huastec land to the east. How was the situation there?"
"Ah, the east side? There is a lot more food in the east side than here, more animals, more trees, and green everywhere!"
Alan raised his head and frowned in thought.
"As for the Huastecs... I was still young at the time. I just remember that Huastec traders occasionally came to the tribe to trade. They were quite friendly, did not like to wear clothes, and liked to dance... The tribes in the east were different from those in the north.
, they rarely fight each other. But the capture team of the Cactus tribe will often appear..."
Speaking of this, Alan's voice gradually became deeper, and there seemed to be fire hidden in his eyes. Amosi shook his head and ruffled the girl's hair lovingly.
"Well, there is plenty of food, he likes to dance, and rarely fights... Okay, very good! Alan, I will report to the chief first, and I will come back to you later!"
"I know, Dad."
Amosi waved his hand, and continued to stride forward with his heart full of thoughts. He soon arrived at the leader's longhouse in the center of the camp, directly opened the curtain and got in.
Ordinary canine tribes are so poor that they are even too poor to differentiate between rich and poor. It is said to be the leader's longhouse, but in fact it is low and narrow. If placed in the southern alliance or kingdom, it can only be regarded as a house for ordinary civilians.
There was a strong smell of herbs, and bones of various animals were placed everywhere. And a lean figure was sitting cross-legged among the piles of herbs and animal bones.
Hearing the sound, Kakaro, the leader of the "Crow" in his fifties, raised his head and looked at the top warrior who walked in with a bow.
"Amosi, you are back! How is the situation in the south?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Still the same. The Cactus tribe's army has not moved for the time being, probably waiting for the food later."
"Is there any news from the three major tribes? Have each tribe mobilized?"
"The surrounding tribes are mobilizing, and many tribal warriors have gathered in the valley. Listening to Iweikan's words, the three major tribes are preparing to fight with the south until the corn harvest. But Chief Otuwa has already harvested a lot of grain, and he will not
Do you know if you will retreat?"
Kakaro's old face had a pair of deep eyes. Hearing this, he said with certainty.
"Otua, this old fox! I have never seen him fight a losing battle in all these years. The Red Fox tribe has collected enough food. If the main force of the coalition forces from the south comes around and the soldiers' losses increase, the old fox will definitely
Escape! Well, although the terrain of this valley is good, I’m afraid we won’t be able to defend it for long!”
"Ah?! Otuwa is now the leader of all the tribes in the valley! If he really ran away during the war, it would be a waste to keep him! The red cat and the red frog occupied the marching channel at the entrance of the valley, so how could he be allowed to run away?
"
Amosi was a little worried. He looked at the old chief, but the other party shook his head.
"Chief Red Cat and Red Frog...just wait and see, we must also be prepared! The tribe has mobilized five hundred men to fight, and all the weapons captured previously have been distributed. According to your intelligence earlier,
There are a lot of early-maturing pumpkins planted in the fields. After this harvest, we can finally cope with it for a few months."
"Chief, since the tribe has some food, why don't we leave the valley where the tribe gathers and retreat first..."
Amosi paused, his expression flickering, but without any sense of shame. For the canine descendants in the North, the primary issue that needs to be considered is the survival of the tribe, the number of young people, and the amount of food. Therefore,
There is no shame in running away, and living is the most important thing. As for glory and belief, they are all painful things created by the southern tribes after they have nothing to worry about.
Kakalo thought for a moment, shook the wrinkles on his face, and shook his head.
"Not now. The three major tribes have issued orders, asking everyone to obey the call. We are affiliated with the Red Fox Tribe, and we are being stared at by countless pairs of eyes. Besides, there are several tribes blocking the road outside, and there are also scouts from the big tribes patrolling
.Now everyone still wants to fight. If we escape first, once we are caught, we will be sacrificed. Only when no one wants to fight, or the battle is too fierce to care, will the tribe have a good opportunity to retreat!
"
Amosi lowered his eyes. After a while, he sighed.
"Chief, the Cactus tribe is really powerful in fighting... When encountering such a powerful tribe, according to the tradition of the wasteland, it is better to surrender earlier!"
"Confused! Amosi, are you scared out of your wits by the Cactus Tribe? How can I safely hand over the tribe to you if you say such nonsense! Ahem..."
Hearing this, Kakaro suddenly became angry, and then coughed hard. Amosi quickly stepped forward and carefully helped the old chief to calm down. After a while, Kakaro calmed down a little. He said in a deep voice.
"Amosi, the tradition of the wasteland is only valid for the canine tribes in the wasteland! Although the ancestors of these southern tribes were born in the wasteland, they have forgotten their roots and recognize others as their ancestors! They don't regard us as the same kind.
, how can you trust them and hand over the tribe’s wealth and life!”
"Besides, who are you surrendering to? The Cactus Tribe? What is their reputation? They capture young men, sacrifice noble chiefs, and attack other tribes... Over the past few decades, even the most distant Zacatecas people know about them.
of cruelty."
"As for the Otomi tribe... How many Otomi native dogs have we killed along the way? At that time, everyone had no food in their hands, and there were not many prisoners left at all. The big tribes wanted to occupy the land, so they also
All the noble chiefs in Parmus State have been killed. This kind of hatred, if it falls into the hands of the Otomi people, they will eat us alive!..."
Amosi closed his eyes and nodded slowly. He was silent for a while before opening his eyes again.
"Chief, when you encounter a hostile tribe in the wilderness, if you can fight it, fight it. If you can't fight it, run away. If you can't run it, surrender it. Now that you can't fight it and you can't surrender, you have to think carefully about where to run! Come and see you.
Before, I suddenly had an idea..."
"Oh? Tell me..."
Kakaro opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to listen. Amosi spoke in a low voice. After a long while, the old chief nodded heavily.
"If that's the case, it's a way out. We Guakili people never worry about the distance, nor are we afraid of fighting. It's just that we have to go through two more difficulties along the way! Well, maybe we can make a few more contacts.
Together with a tribe that has food reserves..."
The low whispers disappeared in the hut, and the faint fragrance of medicine drifted into the distance. The sun gradually set in the west, and the shadow of the hut was projected to the east, as if it was guiding a new direction.