"Chief, chief, the tribe at the entrance of the northwest valley has escaped!"
The bright full moon slanted to the west, and the faint morning light lit up the east. A red fox guard rushed into the noble mansion in the small valley town with an anxious look on his face. The mansion is built in the southern tribal architectural style. Although it is not large in area, it is quite gorgeously decorated.
Otoit is resting in a stone hall. Hearing the shouts of his personal guards, he opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the wolf-skin blanket.
"Let him in!"
The tribal warriors at the door followed the order. Chief Red Fox narrowed his eyes, stood up, and grabbed his guard by the collar.
"What did you say? A tribe escaped?!"
The bodyguard was covered in sweat and panting. The valley is long and narrow, twenty or thirty miles from east to west. He ran from the northwest valley mouth in one breath, and the deep night was already dawning.
"Chief, four or five ordinary tribesmen at the entrance of the northwest valley have fled. They seemed to have planned their way out of the valley overnight! The soldiers we arranged nearby were unable to stop them, and when we rushed over, it was already too late... The nearby tribes were in chaos. Everyone was in an uproar. Everyone spread the news that the Death Chief of the Cactus Tribe arrived with his personal guard tribe. The valley could hardly be defended! Many tribes were packing their luggage and preparing to escape..."
"Four or five ordinary tribes have already prepared..."
Otois looked gloomy. He clenched his palms and asked coldly.
"Who takes the lead?"
"It should be the Red Crow Tribe! These news seem to have come from the Red Crow Tribe."
"Red Crow Tribe? Damn Kakaro!"
Otuwa waved his hand and smashed the painted pottery decorated in the stone hall to the ground. The painted pottery fell apart in an instant, and pieces of pottery flew everywhere, just like the hearts of the tribesmen in the valley.
"The hearts of the people are scattered, we can't stay long!...Go and call Ivican over here!"
The guards hurried away. Chief Red Fox narrowed his eyes and was silent in thought, with murderous intent on his face. Soon, Iwekan strode over wearing cotton armor.
"Ouch! Chief, are you looking for me?"
"The Red Crow Tribe escaped, taking the tribes at the entrance of the northwest valley with them! The intelligence of your investigation last night was completely leaked, and people in the valley were panicked! Ivican, you are really blind, and you recommended Amosi to me Be the deputy leader?!"
"Ah, ah! Red Crow escaped? Where's Amosi? He betrayed me?!"
Ivican stood there blankly. The memories of yesterday are still vivid in my mind. The full moon on the ridge was so beautiful, but it was eventually obscured by dark clouds. The red-haired captain's eyes gradually turned red.
"I trust him so much that I entrust all the Red Crow warriors to his leadership...Ouch! I'm going to kill him and chop off his head! Chief, give me a thousand warriors, and I will go and conquer the Red Crow tribe now. Catch it!"
"Catch the ass!"
Chief Red Fox cursed and looked at him coldly.
"Iwekan, I will give you a thousand warriors! Control the northwest valley entrance and wait for the tribe's migration group! If there are any ordinary tribesmen who don't open their eyes, just kill them for me!"
"Ouch! Obey the order, chief! The Red Crow tribe..."
"roll!"
"Ouch!"
Iwekan left with red eyes and a cold murderous intent all over his body. Chief Red Fox didn't stop and sent out his personal guards one by one.
"Inform the whole tribe to move immediately! A thousand tribal warriors blockaded the eastern valley to delay the spread of the news! If the Red Frog tribe sends people to inquire, they will say that there is an attack by the Otomi team, and the Red Fox tribe is gathering to suppress it. A thousand tribes Warriors, suppress the surrounding tribes and cut off contact between the tribes! If any ordinary tribe causes trouble, they will be executed on the spot..."
"Well, carefully appease the red-haired tribesmen recruited from the tribe and promise them to bring some relatives with them. There are still six thousand people left, so bring the food you can take away and abandon the unnecessary baggage! Within half a day, the first batch of people must be Let’s go, the tribe must leave the valley within today!”
"Yes, Chief!"
Several of the chief's personal guards bowed their heads in salute and then left in all directions. The center of the fertile valley is the territory of the Red Fox tribe, and thousands of tribesmen are busy with their heads down. The tribe's migration has been prepared for many days. The leaders of each team only need to gather in Dingkou and bring packed food, and they can set off quickly.
"Chief, there are still two thousand Otomi serfs in the center of the valley. How to deal with them? Do you want them all..."
One of the guards was murderous and made a gesture of execution.
Otuwa's expression changed. He narrowed his eyes, thought carefully for a while, and then shook his head.
"Forget it, time is tight, no time for such idle things! Drive them all to the corner of the valley, and then send hundreds of people to watch for a day. These serfs are scared to death, cannot hold weapons, and are not a threat to the tribe. For the time being. Let’s save their lives and prevent the Otomi native dogs from chasing us. Well, when we go south next year, we will return to the valley to plunder!”
The guard nodded and immediately left to make arrangements. Otoit stood still, looked at the southern-style murals in the stone hall, and exhaled slowly.
"This stone palace is really nice. It's as comfortable and tight as the Otomi woman. When I return to the wasteland, I won't find such an exquisite stone house!"
Following the announcement from the guards, the valley quickly became noisy. Thousands of Dingkou gathered into dozens of teams, each with large and small bags, and their backs were full. The leaders of each department shouted curses and waved sticks, asking the Dingkou to throw away the heavy pottery. Because there were no vehicles or camels, it was impossible to transport much property, and most of the loot had to be abandoned.
Soon, the crisp sound of shattering echoed in the valley, and the ground was littered with broken pottery shards and discarded debris. There was panic in the valley, and hurried scenes could be seen everywhere, like a herd of animals running past. A long wind blew, bringing chaotic shouts. A yellow leaf fell from the shallow tree, bringing the chilling autumn.
The sun rises from the sky, illuminating the chaotic Red Fox Valley. Large tribes mobilized their entire clan, and nearly ten thousand people prepared to migrate. Such a large scene cannot be covered up at all. Not long after, a group of Mexica scouts left the southern mountains and rushed towards the southern camp.
"Your Highness! There is chaos in the Red Fox Valley. Thousands of canine descendants are packing their luggage... The Red Fox Tribe is about to escape!"
In the camp, a scout fell to the ground and reported back. He traveled nearly thirty miles to arrive, his whole body covered in sweat. In this era without war horses, the scouts in the army were all lean and good at running marathons.
Hearing this, Shulot looked solemn and asked in a deep voice.
"Huh?! When did the Red Fox Tribe start their migration?"
"At dawn. But there was a noise last night, and there was a large fire at the mouth of the northwest valley."
The scout recalled the scene last night, which was the moving firelight under the full moon, like a sea of flowers under the night.
The king raised his head, looked at the sun that had reached the sky, and frowned slightly.
"What a cunning fox! What's going on with the red cat and the red frog in the east of the valley?"
"Your Highness, when I left, there seemed to be some noise in the two departments, but there was no major mobilization."
"Is there an envoy to go to the eastern valley entrance? Inform the front army in the middle?"
"Yes. Let's set off at the same time. The eastern valley entrance is closer, so there should be a response by now."
"Send an envoy to inform the Black Wolf Legion. Immediately send troops to the camp at the mouth of the valley to entangle the Red Frog Tribe! Then send an envoy to order Chalki to march north with all his strength!"
Shulot ordered in a deep voice. Then, with burning eyes, he looked at the warrior captain beside him.
"Bertard, you take two thousand troops, put on light armor and march quickly! Go to the northwest valley entrance immediately, and must arrive before dark! Block the marching mountain road for me, intercept the fleeing tribes, and hunt down the fleeing Guakili people!"
"I obey your will, Your Highness!"
