The sea breeze blew through the tent, and the air was full of moisture. Alan sat in the tent, looking at the map in her eyes, but her mind was flying far away. She straightened her body, touched the obsidian dagger at her waist, and for the first time learned to act like
Think like a chief.
"Dad, since it has been entrusted to me to move the tribe to the north, I must do it well! You must help me move the tribe as soon as possible to catch up with this year's spring plowing. The seashore in the lowlands is very warm, even if it is delayed until
Farming can still be done in late May and early June. We can sow seeds a little later, but we need to cultivate as much land as possible so that we can harvest more food in the fall."
"Yes, we need to move north as quickly as possible, and cultivate as much farmland as possible! I have already selected the first group of Dingkou people to move north, and they are all from close and obedient tribes. Tonight, I will summon the leaders of various tribes,
Urge them to go north."
Amosi smiled and nodded in agreement. He looked at Alan, patiently listened to his daughter's ideas, and also made some suggestions.
"Of course, my daughter, if you want to firmly control these tribes migrating north, you must have a reliable tribal force! I will give you five hundred Red Crow headquarters and five hundred spear battalions, and then from
Each tribe selects a thousand tribal warriors. And you must learn to control people's hearts, instill awe in the hearts of the warriors, and make them obey your orders. Alan, do you know what to do?"
"Don't let the soldiers stand in awe and obey orders."
Alan tilted her head and blinked. She thought hard for a while, and her eyes lit up.
"Dad, I know! I will hold an archery meeting and let the warriors among these two thousand people come out to fight with me. Then, as their leader, I will shoot them down one by one and defeat them. This way
, they will be afraid and dare not disobey!"
".Uh. Shoot down all the warriors"
Hearing this, Amosi's face froze, and he pulled the red hair on his head. In the tribal archery meeting, there was indeed a shooting duel. The hunters from both sides held hunting bows, gathered for dozens of steps, and then
They use blunt-ended wooden arrows dipped in red dye to shoot at each other. During the shooting process, both sides can run and dodge and shoot many arrows, but as long as they are hit once, they will fail.
This kind of shooting is actually very similar to actual combat, and it can well reflect the combat effectiveness of the shooter. However, although wooden arrows are used in the shooting, they are still sharp and may cause injury.
Amosi pondered for a while and then taught in a deep voice.
"Alan, defeating the warriors of each tribe is indeed a way to conquer everyone. But this method is not very common. After all, not all leaders have such excellent shooting skills as you. For example, Dad, I can't defeat all of them.
Warriors. However, they still follow me loyally, are willing to obey my orders, and are willing to fight for me. Do you know the reason?"
"No reason"
Alan blinked and thought for a long time before answering uncertainly.
"That's because, Dad, you brought the tribe down from the wilderness. And with Dad, everyone's life has become better?"
"Haha! This is indeed an important reason. A qualified leader must be able to bring benefits to the tribe and give the soldiers hope!"
Amosi nodded with a smile, the corners of his mouth raised. After a few breaths, he looked solemn again and spoke carefully.
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"Alan, my daughter. Our wilderness tribe never relies on invisible and intangible gods to convince the tribe, but on things that can be seen and touched. A qualified wilderness chief must first have
A certain amount of force. Whether it is archery, spear throwing or axe-spear, he needs to be proficient in at least one to convince ordinary warriors. But for the chief, the larger the tribe and the more warriors, the less important personal force is."
"Dad, what is important?"
"The most important thing is to do the right thing to conquer the hearts of the tribe and the hearts of the warriors."
Having said this, Amosi paused and raised his head without saying a word. He recalled Chief Chichika's method of subduing the warriors, and also recalled that he and the Zuma priests joined forces to use divination to influence the warriors. In the end, it was he who
The process of leading the tribe and moving eastward, truly considering each tribe, and gradually gaining support from everyone. After a while, he spoke again.
"Alan, people's hearts can come from many sources. Excellent military force can make the tribesmen awe. As a leader, giving both kindness and power can also make the soldiers obey. And in the name of the ancestors, praying for divination and displaying magic can also be effective.
But the most fundamental thing is to make the right choice and make a decision that is beneficial to the tribe!"
"Isn't it the right choice to benefit the tribe?"
Alan intertwined his fingers and held his chin, thinking about his father's teachings. Amosi waited patiently for a while before speaking seriously.
"The correct choice is the interests of the tribe. As a chief, you need to let the people who support you get tangible benefits! We moved eastward and escaped from the conquest of the Death Chief, which is beneficial to the tribe. We attack
For the Vavasteks, the tribe is growing rapidly, and they are no longer short of food, land and population. This is also a real benefit."
"It is precisely because of these decisions that brought benefits to the tribe that I gained the prestige of the great chief, and the soldiers truly obeyed. And this time when I moved north, I publicized the threats from the west and south to convince the leaders of each tribe.
I think it’s most beneficial to move north!”
Amosi raised his head, looked into Alan's eyes, and carefully explained the key points of leading the tribe. This was all his personal experience. It may be crude, but it is most suitable for the current situation of the wasteland tribe.
"Alan, my daughter, one cannot fight the tide, nor should one stand in front of the buffalo when it charges. On the contrary, you should take a boat and go with the tide. Avoid the buffalo and chase the buffalo.
Footprints. And the so-called tide and buffalo are the general trend and interests!"
"Follow the tide and chase the bison?"
Alan pursed her lips and began to think more and more. She pulled back her short hair and held the dagger at her waist. She turned her head and looked towards the south, which was the direction of the Aztecs. According to Dad,
, the tribe's northward migration was to avoid the tide in the south. She looked at the distant south, and after a while, she asked in a low voice.
"Dad, can I ride a bison galloping, blow the horn, and raise high tides?"
"Huh? Riding a bison and making waves?"
Hearing such words, Amosi was startled. He widened his eyes and carefully looked at the daughter he would raise by himself. Alan straightened his spine and looked at him with firm and bright eyes. After a few breaths, Amosi
Xi suddenly smiled happily.
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"Alan, I'm very happy that you have such an ambition! However, if you want to control the general trend, you must have enough strength to gradually make waves. Huge bison gallop on the wasteland, kicking up dust all over the sky. As long as they don't stop
No one can stop us. Our Red Crow tribe will continue to move forward and grow stronger like the bison."
"And if one day you can sit on a four-legged beast, blow a horn, and rule thousands of tribes in the north. Then you can set off a high tide and surge towards your homeland in the south!"
At this moment, Alan's eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky. For the first time, her silent face showed the solemnity and majesty of a chief. After a moment, she nodded slightly.
"I will! Dad."
The tent remained quiet, with the faint fragrance of herbs coming from the tent. Amoxi made some herbal tea and handed a cup to Alan. The father and daughter drank the tea and discussed the specific matters of moving north. After some discussion, the two
, Alan finally concluded.
"Dad, please give me another batch of farm tools, some old farmers who are good at farming, and the priests of the Lord God sent by the alliance who are good at farming. This season of farming must allow the tribes moving north to get a good harvest.
In this way, there will be less resistance for subsequent tribes heading north. After the autumn harvest, I plan to take two thousand soldiers and two to three thousand militiamen to patrol around the periphery of the lake area and summon all the tribes along the way.
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"Yeah, that's right. When a jaguar arrives in a new territory, it has to walk around and let the surrounding birds and beasts know about it."
Amosi agreed. In fact, if he had not been stationed in the south, always keeping an eye on the situation in Otter City and the Mexica army, he should have been responsible for the inspection after the autumn. And if his daughter Alan could shoulder the burden, he would also
Be willing to let go.
After all, in the vast northern wasteland and the great plains further north, remnants of matrilineal clans still exist. Many tribesmen only know their mothers and do not know who their fathers are. And an outstanding female leader actually
It is easier to gain support than male leaders and often live longer. Of course, the premise is that the female leader does not have a husband to share power with.
Thinking of this, Amosi touched his forehead and felt a little upset for no reason. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then looked at Alan and asked.
"Alan, you are already quite old. After this year, you will be twenty years old! Many girls like you in the tribe have given birth to two children! Alan, my daughter, what on earth do you want to find?
What kind of husband is he?"
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Alan lowered his head, with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Hey! Every time I ask you, you are always like this, keeping your head down and saying nothing. Although my father doesn't want you to get married, my daughter will always get married."
Amosi sighed. He pulled his hair, gritted his teeth, and asked in a deep voice.
"The warriors in the Red Crow Tribe all want to marry you home. Some of the Huastec divine descendants who are very pleasing to the eye also come to propose marriage. The leaders of the Bossaros have all said it, you see
Just pick whoever you want. According to their tradition, a female leader can have several men. Oh, and Zukata from the Spear Battalion, he mentioned it to me several times as the Chipawana boy."
"Alan, my daughter, there are so many men in the tribe, who do you like? Tell me. I will arrange for him to be sent to your tent tonight!"
