The morning light lit up the sky, and the morning sun rose from the mountains, illuminating the temporary camp of the dog people. The chaotic camp stretched for several miles, with bursts of smoke lingering beside the mountains and forests, and the aroma of corn spread everywhere.
"After temporarily repelling the Otomi people, the tribe can finally settle down and have a hot breakfast."
Red Crow's flag is planted diagonally on the highest point of the hill. Under the hill is the Red Crow camp without fences. No, it should be said to be the gathering point of the tribe.
Amosi wore cotton armor and led dozens of red-haired guards as he patrolled the gathering points of the tribe. He looked resolute, constantly greeting the surrounding warriors, and occasionally burst into heroic laughter. The chief's
The laughter echoed in the valley, and the sun drifted towards the top of the eastern mountain, making the gloomy camp gradually brighter.
"It is truly the blessing of our ancestors! Chief, we have gathered 1,500 warriors! Together with the old camp in the north, the Red Crow Tribe has more than 2,000 warriors. We are no longer the small tribe we were before!"
Mo Qi, the personal guard, looked excited and a little emotional. During the night attack, everyone was separated from the chief. Under the leadership of Alan, they fled in panic all the way at night, and they would be destroyed at any time. But just a few days later, they not only reunited with the chief
, and also raised flags and gathered the defeated troops. Now, the Red Crow tribe has so many warriors, it is like a dream.
"Thanks to the ancestors for their blessings, and even more so to the wise leader! The leader is like a wolf king, he acts bravely and decisively, and he can treat warriors well, which is really admirable!"
Amosi nodded with emotion, his mind as clear as a lake. When he escaped from the Red Fox Valley, he was just the leader of a small tribe. At this moment, he was able to gain a foothold among the tens of thousands of eastern canines, all thanks to the great leader Chichika.
of respect!
Before, it was the big leader who recruited him by his side and allowed him to participate in military discussions and place him behind the five major tribes. Now, it is also the big leader's acquiescence that he can set up a flag to recruit people and gather the scattered tribal warriors. You know, these warriors are all
Among the elites recruited from various tribes, many even came from the two large tribes of flamingos and red salamanders.
After hearing this, Mo Qi was quiet for a moment. He looked around and saw no one around before speaking.
"Chief, you fought to the death for the big leader several times and escaped night attacks in exchange for these preferential treatment. You don't owe the big leader anything..."
"Um?"
Amosi stopped. He looked at Moqi, pondered for a while, and then spoke slowly.
"Moqi, my old brother. The great chief has been kind to us and treated us well!... Under Chief Red Fox, we went through life and death so many times before, but what did we gain?"
Hearing this, Moqi widened his eyes and looked at the chief sincerely.
"Chief, I didn't mean that. It's just that... I always think of the old Chief Kakaro. He is the priest of the wasteland and can predict the future. He told us... The vitality of the Guakili people is not here, but
In the east and north!”
"Old Chief, Kakaro Dad... Phew, the vitality of the East..."
Amosi lowered his eyes and said nothing, with a trace of nostalgia on his face. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Alan, who had been listening.
"Alan, this is close to the mouth of the valley, only more than twenty miles away from the old camp in the valley. You first go back to the old camp, collect food, and prepare for the move."
Then, Amosi looked at Moqi and ordered.
"Moqi, you go too. Take the five hundred newly recruited soldiers and return north through the mountain path."
Mo Qi was startled. He looked at the captain who had been following him for decades and couldn't help shouting.
"Chief, what are you doing?..."
"Go! Leave quickly before the big boss gives new orders!"
Amosi made a decision and looked determined again.
"Abba!"
Seeing this scene, Alan was inexplicably panicked. She took a step forward and grabbed Amosi's arm. The girl looked at her father's expression and couldn't say anything to dissuade her. After a while, she spoke.
"Abba, you...you have to come back alive. I don't want to lose my father again."
"Alan, my daughter. You did a great job that night during the night attack!"
Hearing this, Amosi reached out his hand, rubbed his daughter's hair, and smiled softly.
"You go back to the old camp to prepare first. If I don't come back, the tribe will be handed over to you. You have to take the tribe to the east, to the land of the Huastecs!..."
"Haha, I still remember the first time I saw you, in the mountains to the east. You were wearing a little vest and carrying a little bag, like a little squirrel... time flies so fast
!The former little girl has become a red falcon, able to gain a foothold in this wilderness and no longer needs the care of an adult bird..."
"Abba!"
Alan couldn't bear it any longer and hugged his father. The girl's tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried out.
"You must come back...promise me!..."
Amosi lowered his eyes and suppressed the surging emotions in his chest. After a while, he nodded slowly and calmly pushed Alan away.
"Well, Alan, I promise you. But you are a red-haired warrior in the wasteland, you must be strong!"
Then, with a solemn expression, he gave instructions to his personal guard Mo Qi.
"Moqi, you are Alan's uncle and the elder of the tribe. Although Alan has great potential, he is still too young. The situation in the tribe is complicated. Many times, it still depends on you... If Alan really cannot afford
It is your responsibility to succeed the chief of the tribe!"
Hearing this, Mo Qi shook his head. He was silent for a long time and just said.
"Chief. The Red Crow tribe has been migrating all the way. It expanded too fast and accepted too many other tribes. If you had not come back, no one could stabilize the entire tribe. Even if you reluctantly moved to the Huastec territory, you would eventually escape.
But it ends in division."
Hearing this, Amosi did not speak. He turned around, like a crow in the wilderness, and looked towards the distant mountains. In his eyes, the world was full of traces of death. The gray-blue and dark-green legions looked like...
The tide from the sky is swallowing up unstoppably.
Alan stopped crying and looked south silently, like a grown-up kestrel.
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"Chief, the big chief is calling."
"good."
Amosi turned sideways, smiled at Alan, and finally ruffled the girl's hair. Then, he looked at Moqi and gave a serious order.
"Don't delay, let's go now!"
"...Yes, Chief."
Mo Qi bent down deeply, clenched his fists and saluted.
Amosi nodded slightly and left with dozens of guards without looking back. Along the way, many red-haired elites were shouting loudly to reorganize the scattered soldiers. Although the canine camps along the way were chaotic
, but order is being restored.
Soon, the flag of the Red Dog appeared in front of him. Amoxi waited and watched for a moment, and his scouting instinct made him calculate in his mind. The Red Dog tribe is heavily guarded, with more than 600 red-haired hunters and nearly 3,000 tribal warriors, ready to fight at any time.
.
"Big boss!"
Amosi walked under the flag, knelt on one knee, and saluted the chief leader respectfully.
"Amosi, my loyal warrior."
Chichika nodded with satisfaction. He lifted Amosi up with his own hands and patted the warrior on the shoulder.
"You came just in time. I am discussing military affairs with Ozoma."
Amosi bowed his head again and saluted Ozoma. The Red Monkey Chief returned the salute with a smile, his eyes implying scrutiny.
After the various tribes retreated, the military power of the alliance became more and more concentrated. The Red Dog tribe gathered the largest number of warriors and became a single family. It already had the foundation for establishing a powerful city-state. The Red Crow tribe also occupied a place in the alliance.
"The big leader has really far-reaching plans... He has been supporting these small tribes, and I don't take it seriously. Now it seems that he may have been ready to check and balance or even replace other large tribes."
Ozoma muttered to himself. The big leader stopped his retreat and defeated the pursuing enemy. The balance in his heart tilted slightly and once again fell in favor of the big leader.
"My warriors! The warriors of the tribe are regrouping. The envoys to the old camp have just returned. The situation of each department has become clear."
Chichika looked at the two of them with a steady voice.
"Red Deer fled back to the valley with hundreds of remnant soldiers. I have ordered him to lead the troops back. Red Stork was killed in the night attack, and the broken troops gathered together will be merged into Red Dog. Red Salamander is missing and may be doing
He is a prisoner of the Cactus tribe. His tribe in the old camp will be temporarily taken care of by me... As for the other scattered tribes, you can gather them together!"
Chichika looked at the two of them. Amosi lowered his head and saluted, taking the lead in expressing his stance.
"I listen to you, Chief."
"Follow your arrangements, respected chief."
Ozoma also bowed his head in greeting.
Chichika nodded calmly. Then, there was a hint of sadness in his words.
"The scouts received clear information that Uman was killed while he was at the rear..."
Hearing this, Amosi's eyes darkened. Uman had only known him for two months, but they were comrades who had experienced life and death.
The big leader was silent for a moment. Then he stretched out his hands and pressed hard on the shoulders of Ozoma and Amosi.
"Ozoma, Amosi, now, my right-hand man is you!"
"I listen to you, Chief."
Amosi's expression remained unchanged.
"I am willing to die for you!"
Excitement appeared on Ozoma's face.
"good very good!"
Chichika stared at the two of them for a moment and nodded slowly. After a while, he spoke again, his words unquestionable.
"The 15,000-strong army before the night attack has regrouped more than 8,000 people. Today the army marched twenty miles north and set up camp at the mouth of the valley to defend it!"
Upon hearing this order, Ozoma and Amosi looked at each other for a few breaths, and then both bowed their heads.
"Yes, Chief!"
Chichika smiled with satisfaction. He looked at the north and said encouragingly.
"The gathered broken troops need to be reorganized, and the old camp in the valley is being mobilized. I have ordered the recruitment of men from all ministries. Within five days, another 5,000 men will be recruited to supplement the troops."
"Conquer another five thousand men?"
Ozoma was a little shocked. There are more than 60,000 canine tribes, and nearly 20,000 warriors have been recruited. Now if we recruit another 5,000, I am afraid that even strong women and young men will be recruited. How can each tribe carry out such recruitment efforts?
accept?...
"Um."
Chichica grinned, showing her teeth.
"There are still more than a thousand red dog warriors in the old camp. I will also send another thousand warriors north to supervise the recruitment of each tribe. In addition, the Zuma priests will hold a big sacrifice in the valley. The wasteland priests of each tribe will blood sacrifice all the Otomi
Serfs, kill all the southern captives and pray to the divine earth and sky, and to the ancestors in the wind, for victory in the war!"
"Blood sacrifice to all serfs and captives?!"
Ozoma exclaimed. There were at least 3,000 Otomi serfs working in the valley, and including the male and female captives kept privately by various ministries, the number could even reach 6,000. Amosi also looked moved.
"good!"
"This, big boss... there has never been such a large-scale blood sacrifice in the wasteland..."
Ozoma looked at the big leader and saw only a cold smiling face.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. There is a first time for everything."
Chichika smiled, suppressing the murderous intention in her heart, and licked her teeth gently.
"On the one hand, the purpose of holding a large sacrifice is to pay homage to the warriors who died in battle. Mother Earth needs the nourishment of flesh and blood to allow the souls of the warriors to rest in peace. On the other hand, it is also to eliminate the retreat of all tribes."
The big leader's expression was calm, but it hinted at madness.
"The priests will tell all the tribes: We have killed all the Otomi people. If the valley falls, the Otomi people will also kill us. Regardless of surrendering or not, the fate will be the same. And the only way to survive is to hold on
Valley!”
"Ah, a way out..."
Hearing this, the balance in Ozoma's heart swung rapidly, pointing to the fuzzy boundary. In this brief moment, his body trembled slightly, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind. Then, he lowered his head deeply, as if
The ape hiding in the forest whispered.
"We can continue to retreat to the wilderness..."
His cold eyes swept over and stared at the hanging head. The Red Monkey Chief instantly calmed down his expression. Then, he raised his head again, swallowed, and knelt down in fear.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Big boss! The Cactus Tribe can summon heavenly fire, and it is difficult to defend it even on the most dangerous terrain!"
"Skyfire?... It's just a wooden beast created by the evil god! As long as warriors overcome their fear, they have nothing to fear."
Chichika narrowed her eyes and stared at Ozoma for a while before speaking calmly.
"Hold for a while! The old camp needs time to gather up. If it really can't be held, I will order a retreat. Since the alliance is established, it must be like a pack of wolves, with order and hierarchy! You can't just run away in a swarm and scatter everywhere.
yes..."
Having said this, the big leader pondered for a moment and his eyes flashed.
"Of course, the old and weak in the valley can indeed withdraw part of it... Well, after the big festival, there will be warriors controlling the valley mouths. Tribes that hand over enough small mouths can withdraw first."
Hearing this, Amosi felt a chill in his heart. He remained calm and just bowed his head respectfully.
"The chief is wise."
Chichika looked at the two of them, her eyes falling like mountains, and gave a stern order.
"Ozoma!"
"Yes, big boss!"
"Your Red Monkey tribe has high morale and is stationed at the front camp at the mouth of the valley. I will bring the main force to support you behind you. When the first batch of reinforcements arrive, I will replenish them for you first!"
"Follow your orders!"
Ozoma fell to the ground and accepted the order.
"Amosi!"
"The big boss."
"Your tribe has just gathered up the defeated troops and is stationed behind the valley entrance to rest. But the Red Crow scouts are quite elite and must detect the enemy's situation and constantly attack and harass. Come and lead the team yourself and go south along the mountains and forests! There are still many routed troops.
The tribe is trapped in the south, as long as you can rescue it, it will all belong to your tribe!"
"I listen to you, Chief."
Amosi also fell on the ground and saluted respectfully.
"very good!"
Looking at the two submissive people, Chichika nodded with satisfaction. He showed a smile and gave instructions.
"Everyone, go down. Return to your tribe and act as soon as possible! The ancestors in the wind will protect us!"
"Ancestral blessings!"
The two of them responded in unison and immediately turned around and left. Chichika was the only one on the hill. He stood there for a long time, looking at the mountains to the south, and suddenly grinned,
"Come on, Mexica! The wolf king in the wilderness is destined to die with scars all over his body and will never surrender!"