"Dad! You're back!"
The girl moved very quickly and ran to her eyes in two steps. Her eyes were bright, with the unique sharpness of a hunter, her eyebrows were raised, and she had the confidence and sharpness of a warrior. The majestic eyebrows and raised corners of the mouth, put together, reveal a somewhat delicate 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 other person'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 his lips and pointed at the figure looking in the distance. She moves quickly. There are calluses left by archery on her mouth and fingers. The skin on her arms is a healthy wheat color, giving her a strong and vigorous beauty.
Amosi looked over there and saw several lean figures, carrying crude weapons on their backs, looking into the pumpkin field from a distance. It's just that he was too far away and couldn't see his specific appearance clearly. The red-haired warrior raised his brows 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 his back. She is a hunter in the wilderness and has 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, did you shoot them to death?"
Amosi was a little surprised. The prairie dog is one of the animals most familiar to the canines of the wasteland. They are very alert, run very fast, and are particularly good at digging holes. Commonly used hunter traps cannot trap prairie dogs, and it is understandably difficult to shoot such a nimble little animal.
"Yes, Dad. The pumpkins are ripe in the field, and 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 extremely fat, with three pounds 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 I will 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. Amosi had a straight face.
"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 his 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..."
After hearing the girl's words, Amosi sighed, and some distant images emerged from his mind. The girl was only eleven or twelve years old at that time, and she was walking hard to the north along the Sierra Madre Mountains. She wore a small vest, carried a dagger and a hunting bow, and carried a small bag of food that was almost finished. She was as dirty as a savage. When he first met her, he saw her obsidian dagger and thought it was a lost little boy from a tribal chief's family, so he took it all the way back to the tribe. Unexpectedly, I ended up raising my 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 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 occasionally Huastec traders would come 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 understand, Dad."
Amosi waved his hand and continued to stride forward with his thoughts on his mind. He quickly arrived at the leader's longhouse in the center of the camp, directly opened the curtain and got in.
The ordinary dog-origin tribe is extremely poor, even too poor to form a divide between rich and poor. It is said to be the leader's longhouse here, but in fact it is too low and narrow. If placed in the southern alliance or kingdom, it can only be regarded as a house for ordinary civilians. The house was filled with a strong smell of herbs, and bones of various animals were placed everywhere. And a lean figure was sitting cross-legged among the pile 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're back! How is the situation in the south?"
"Still the same as before. The Cactus tribe's army has not moved for the time being, probably waiting for the food from behind."
"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 Otua has already harvested a lot of grain, and no matter Know if you will retreat.”
There is a pair of deep eyes on Kakalo's old face. Hearing this, he said affirmatively.
"Ottowa, 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 red frog occupied the marching channel at the entrance of the valley, so how could he be allowed to run away? "
Amosi was worried. He looked at the old chief, but the other person shook his head.
"Chief Red Cat and Red Frog...just wait and see, we have to 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 flashing, but without any sense of shame. For the dog descendants in the North, the primary issue that needs to be considered is the survival of the tribe, the number of tribes, and the amount of food. Therefore, there is no shame in running away, staying alive is the most important thing. As for glory and belief, these are all painful things created by the southern ministries after they had enough to eat and drink.
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 trust you to hand over the tribe to you if you say such nonsense! Ahem..."
Hearing this, Kakalo suddenly became angry, and then coughed hard. Amosi quickly stepped forward and carefully helped the old chief. After a while, Kakalo calmed down a little. He said solemnly.
"Amosi, the tradition of the wasteland is only valid for the canine tribes in the wasteland! These southern tribes, although their ancestors were born in the wasteland, have now forgotten their roots and consider others as their ancestors! They don't regard us as the same kind. , how can we 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... After decades, even the most distant Zacatecas people know about them. of brutality."
"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 were 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, if you encounter a hostile tribe in the wilderness, fight if you can. If you can't fight, run away. If you can't run, surrender. Now that you can't fight and surrender, you have to think carefully about where to run! Come to 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 overcome two more difficulties along the way! Well, maybe we can make a few more contacts Together with a familiar tribe..."
Low whispers disappeared in the hut, and the faint scent of medicine floated into the distance. The sun gradually sets in the west, and the shadow of the hut is cast to the east, as if it is guiding a new direction.
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