"Iweikan, go down! It's been a hard journey, go to the warehouse and get two bags of pumpkins."
"Yes, Chief. Oh, thank you for the reward!"
Iwekan beamed with joy. He looked up at the three tribal leaders sitting cross-legged in the solemn hall, then bowed and clenched his fists, and respectfully saluted the Red Fox Chief. The Red Fox Chief waved his hand, and the red-haired scout obeyed.
turned around and left.
Red Fox Chief Otuwa is in his early forties this year. Among the short-lived dog descendants, he is no longer in his prime. Time has taken away the strength of his muscles and added lines to his face. He wears a wolf skin.
He wears robes, has high cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes, and extremely sharp gaze. At first glance, he looks like a fox in wolf's clothing.
This was once the most solemn temple in the Otomi city-state in the valley, and now it is the meeting hall of the Guakili people. In the hall, the sculpture of the original god has been destroyed and damaged, and the surrounding murals are stained with solidified blood.
It was covered with dozens of tanned animal skins.
Chief Red Fox sat on the soft animal skin, opposite the leaders of two other large tribes. Chief Mizli, the red cat, was tall and thin, with narrow eyes, and Chief Koka, the red frog, was slightly fat and had a fierce look in his eyes.
The three of them were sitting together wearing wolf skin robes, and the smell of the jungle hit their faces.
"The Aztecs stopped eighty miles to the south. They have not moved yet as they did a few days ago. According to the scout information, they are transporting food northward and sending the captives captured by the tribe south, possibly to
Sacrifice before the gods!"
Otuwa spoke calmly. The Red Fox tribe has been inherited for hundreds of years and has a good understanding of the various tribes in the south. There are special pictures telling the origin of the Cactus tribe.
"Damn cactus tribe, ferocious jaguar, they are destined to be bitten to pieces by wolves!"
Hearing this, Coca opened his eyes and cursed fiercely.
"Otuwa, Mizli, and the Cactus tribe's camp are not far away. The three of us gathered together 500 red-haired warriors, and brought some ordinary tribe scouts with us to launch a night attack on them!"
Hearing this proposal, Otuwa and Mizli were surprised. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Only elites can do such things as night attacks. No matter what the result is, most people must have it.
There is no return. The red-haired warrior is the core of the tribe's rule. The three major tribes together only have only a thousand red-haired people. How can they be wasted like this?
"Coca, don't worry! The Aztec camp is well guarded, and there are many scouts and tiger heads patrolling at night... We will talk about the night attack later. I have arranged six or seven ordinary tribes with flexible movements to bypass
Go hundreds of miles to the south and harass their food routes! They haven't gone north immediately these days, so the harassment may have had an effect!"
Otuwa looked at the angry Chief Red Frog and comforted him with a smile.
"Recently, all the ministries have been mobilizing soldiers to strengthen the fortresses at the entrance of the east and west valleys. We have a good location. As long as we hold on for a month and wait for everyone to collect the food, we will be much more comfortable whether we are fighting or traveling!"
Mizli nodded in agreement. He pondered for a while and asked in a low voice.
"Otua, have you received any reply from the envoy sent to the south? What did the Aztec chief say to our request for peace?"
"Mizli, you actually want to surrender! I'm going to kill your head..."
"Coca, shut up, this is just a ploy to delay time!"
Otuwa roared coldly, and then Koka stared and became silent. Then, Chief Red Fox frowned and continued.
"The Aztec chief was unwilling to see our envoy. The envoy stuffed many precious feathers and gems into the chief's guards, only to learn that the letter from Chief Chichica was too arrogant and angered the chief!"
"Ah?! The Red Dog Tribe is the Red Dog Tribe, and we are us. Although the eight tribes have formed some kind of alliance together, it is just a bluff... Otois, please let the envoy explain clearly, the three of us
The Ministry and the Red Dog Five are not the same team!"
Hearing Mizli's words, Otuwa was speechless for a while. After a while, he shook his head and sighed.
"During the negotiation, they all exaggerated their own strength, so how could they undermine each other? In my opinion, this is just an excuse. The Aztec chieftain fought too smoothly, so he underestimated us Guakili
People!"
"We must show them how powerful they are! Ottowa, let's mobilize all the tribes and gather 10,000 men, and then call on the five red dogs to gather an army of 10,000! Twenty thousand people attack from behind, first
Tear the Otomi bastard on the right to pieces!"
Coca couldn't help but speak again. He had been fighting in the wilderness for many years. He was always known for his bravery and had an innate sense of war. After hearing this suggestion, Otois was startled, and for a moment he felt that it was feasible. But after a while
, Chief Red Fox shook his head and said.
"It's not that easy! I did send a messenger to Chichica asking for help, but I'm not sure whether the reinforcements will come or how many they will come. Besides, the Aztec Army in the middle is still staring at us. Ten thousand
How can people leave so easily?"
"Then select five thousand tribal warriors and leave the rest to guard the valley! Five thousand elites will take a detour from the northwest. We canine descendants can walk fast, can run, and are good at attacking! The Cactus tribe is very arrogant and divided into three groups.
The armies are two days' journey from each other. As long as we seize the opportunity well and cooperate with Chichika, we can kill the Otomi Dogs on the east road in one day! Next, let Chichika harass the Cactus tribe in the middle road.
, cut off their food routes..."
Koka talked about his plan, becoming more and more excited as he spoke. The loud voice echoed in the hall, like the croaking of frogs in summer. The other two chiefs pursed their lips and remained silent.
After a while, when he said he was tired and stopped, Otoit spoke calmly.
"Coca, your plan is very good, but there is a problem...how do you make Chichika do what you say?"
"We can send an envoy to explain it clearly to him, and even plan together!"
"But even if Chichica agrees, can you trust him? We send troops to attack the enemies on the east route. What if Chichica doesn't come? What if the Aztec center army arrives in time and attacks from both sides?
He’s dead!”
"Ah... Chief Chichika, he should be able to believe it..."
Koka opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Mizli.
"I can't trust Chichika! The life of the tribe must be controlled by oneself, how can it be left in the hands of others?!"
"What Chief Red Cat said makes sense. Cocker, we all can't believe each other, but what you said about the army's cooperation is nothing, it's noisy and smelly!"
Otuwa made a vulgar joke, and Mizri burst out laughing. Coca became a little angry and shouted.
"This won't work, that won't work either! Then what do you think we should do? Are we just going to do this and wait to be beaten?!"
Hearing Koka's question, Chief Red Fox's mood changed, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. He patted Koka's shoulder intimately.
"Coca, forget all these plans! There are so many tribes here. We mobilize more than ten thousand people to guard the valley! The Red Frog tribe is the best at fighting, and you are the best at fighting among the three of us.
, I will rely on you for all the defensive arrangements in the valley!"
Koka was startled, then nodded slowly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Mizli thought for a while, and smiled in agreement. The three chiefs faced each other, and soon laughed heartily. The laughter was far away
It spread far away, like the howling of wolves under the full moon.
