The full moon rises into the sky, spreading its cool light and illuminating the wilderness at night. September is already halfway through, and the full moon is a perfect time. The loud howling of wolves came from the distant mountains, seeming to tell of distant longings.
Under the moonlight, two red-haired scouts walked silently on the wasteland, followed by more than three hundred soldiers wearing cotton armor. Their mission was originally to detect and ambush the Aztec food team. But when they encountered the Death Chief's personal guard tribe, they couldn't do anything with this little manpower, and they needed to go back quickly to report the latest military information.
The steps home are always in a hurry. Soon, everyone followed the narrow mountain path and entered the mountains in the south of the valley. Iwekan greeted the tribal warriors guarding the mountain road and took the lead to climb the ridge. The long and fertile valley spread out before his eyes, and tall corn covered both sides of the river, heralding the hope of a good harvest.
"Ouch! Ouch! Amosi, the moon is so full, it is the blessing day of the moon god! According to tradition, the tribe should sacrifice a deer. Everyone has a good meal of deer meat, and then dances around the fire pit, young Men and women have fun with each other! Because of the moon god’s blessing, the corn will soon mature and be harvested, and the breeding population will also have food to feed..."
Ivican stood on the ridge, looking longingly at the sky and howling like a wolf.
In Guakili tradition, the sky is the most divine place. The moon and the sun are the incarnations of gods and the objects of their worship. The full moon before the autumn harvest is a day worth celebrating. Each tribe will hold sacrificial activities and sometimes visit each other as guests to reduce reproduction within the tribe.
Hearing this, Amosi also paused for a moment and looked at the bright night sky. The full moon hangs high over the rolling mountains, illuminating the campsites in the mountains. The camps on both sides were lit up with fire, facing each other from a distance. The warriors of the Cactus tribe occupied the front camp and blocked the east valley entrance; the warriors of the Dog tribe occupied the rear camp and guarded the other side day and night. The valley was full of killings, and there were also large flocks of eagles landing on the ground, pecking at the uneaten blood clots and remains day and night.
"Iweikan, hasn't the Cactus tribe attacked in the past few days? I heard from other scouts that the Red Frog tribe is still guarding the rear camp."
Amosi squinted his eyes and looked at the mouth of the valley for a long time, but could not see the flag in the camp clearly. He looked at his friend.
"Haha! Since that day when we cooperated and shot the Black Wolf Chief who went into battle, the Cactus Tribe has been lying silently like a sleeping black bear! Chief Otua talked with Chief Red Frog and asked him to continue Guarding the southeastern valley entrance, we also gave a thousand warriors recruited from ordinary tribes! Our chief is very skilled and will not let the Red Frog tribe return to the northwest valley entrance!"
Ivican laughed, quite excited.
"Ah? We agreed that each ministry would take turns guarding the area. Can Chief Red Frog agree?"
"Aw! In the battle at the mouth of the valley, both Red Cat and Red Frog suffered heavy losses. The combined warriors of their two tribes are no match for our family. Now in this valley, we, the Red Fox Tribe, have the final say!"
Ivican patted his chest proudly. Then, he thought for a moment and added.
"Chief Otuwa also appeased the other two chiefs and asked them to replenish Dingkou from the tribes in the valley. Chief Red Frog was a little dissatisfied and argued for a long time, but finally agreed. The latest request is to stick to the valley mouth for ten more days! It's almost ripe, and some tribes can't wait any longer and have already begun to pick the sticks. Anyway, you can still eat the sticks before they are ripe, but the harvest is less, and you can't take care of these many now..."
"On the tenth...harvest unripe corn..."
Amosi pondered for a while, then lowered his voice and asked.
"Iweikan, when will our Red Fox Tribe leave?"
Ivican's expression turned serious. He took a step closer and whispered his answer.
"Amosi, I'll tell you the truth, it's just these two days! The chief's original plan was to collect some corn before leaving in three days, so that he could bring more corns with him. Now Chief Cactus has arrived with his army, and we You must leave early! You go back to the tribe to pack your things first, and I will tell you the specific time tomorrow after I ask the chief for instructions!..."
Amosi nodded solemnly. The two of them walked in whispers under the moonlight. During the conversation, the mountain road had branched. One side leads to the center of the valley, and the other side leads to the west of the valley. They are in front of you in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, Amosi, my good friend! You are now a member of the Red Fox tribe. You have made great achievements, and your name has fallen into the ears of Chief Otua. The chief likes warriors with brains the most, and he said that he will use you in important ways. !”
Iwekan took a step forward, held his friend's arm tightly, and looked into his friend's eyes sincerely.
"Chief Otuva values you! In addition to the warriors of the tribe, you can bring a few more old and weak people to join the Red Fox tribe! I know you can't bear to treat your good old chief, so take him with you! Bring a few more Individuals can do it. Well, Alan’s shooting skills are better than many red-heads, so she is not included in the quota.”
Amosi looked at his friend, was silent for a while, and nodded.
"Okay. Thank you, Ivican, my good friend!"
"Ouch! What are you saying thank you for?"
Iwekan smiled and patted Amosi on the shoulder.
"I will bring the soldiers to you tomorrow!"
"great, see you tomorrow!"
Amosi smiled too. He said with a smile and waved goodbye to Ivican. The warriors behind the two men separated. The red fox warrior went to the center of the valley, and the red crow warrior went to the northwest of the valley. The mountains twist and turn and soon disappear from each other.
The moonlight is long and the road is long. Amosi put away his smile and walked in the moonlight, heading in the direction of the tribe. Two-quarters of an hour later, the simple Red Crow Camp appeared in front of him. Shallow fences, dilapidated shacks, guarding soldiers, and a bonfire lit outside the leader's longhouse.
Amosi reached out and touched his left ear. A large section of the edge of the ear was missing, and it was carefully bandaged with cotton cloth. It felt very painful to the touch. At the end of the Battle of Taniguchi, he sneak-attacked Chief Black Wolf to attract attention, but was shot off half of his ear by a backhand arrow.
"Phew! What a powerful warrior! This half of his ear was not lost in vain."
Amosi turned around and looked at the more than a hundred tribal warriors behind him, half of whom had red hair. Because of his military exploits, the red hair of the tribe was recruited by Red Fox and then returned to his leadership. In addition to the two hundred people left behind in the tribe, the three hundred warriors of the Red Crow tribe gathered together.
The guarding soldiers saluted the red-haired captain. Amosi nodded and walked into the camp gate. The simple camp has been packed up, the luggage is tied up with straw ropes, and the supplies are loaded in bamboo baskets. In fact, there is not much, just food to survive, weapons for fighting, and some herbs and tools.
"Dad, you're back! Is the injury on your ear better? I went to pick some herbs..."
The girl Alan was like a lively deer, carrying a bow and arrow behind her, running quickly from the camp to the front.
A genuine smile appeared on Amosi's face. He rubbed his daughter's head and said with a smile.
"Much better! Dad has something important to discuss with the chief. Wait until I come out and talk to you again."
Alan blinked and nodded vigorously. She watched Amosi bow down and walk into the chief's longhouse behind the bonfire. The dazzling bonfire attracts attention, making the darkness in the longhouse difficult to see clearly, as if there is a difference between light and darkness.
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