"Go outside the tent and receive five lashes!"
Chichica looked stern and shouted in a deep voice. He was wearing a wolf robe and sitting cross-legged in the spacious main tent, with tribal leaders sitting around on both sides. A tribal council is being held, with various chiefs participating to decide the future of the Guakili Alliance. Chief Red Dog, wearing a long crown with eagle feathers, sat on a buffalo hide blanket above him, with a big dry buffalo head behind him.
The North American bison is the largest land beast in the northern wilderness, if not the entire continent. It is nearly two meters tall and weighs up to one ton. It runs extremely fast, has a bad temper and is very aggressive and dangerous. All tribes in the wilderness regard hunting buffalo as a symbol of bravery. This bison was the prey of Chichika when he was young. He personally cut off the head and made it into a specimen. At this moment, the huge bull head is placed in the main tent, which not only shows the fearlessness and bravery of the chief, but also declares his unquestioned leadership status.
Wuman tore off his cotton armor from his upper body, stripped his upper body, and strode outside the tent to be punished. He gritted his teeth and remained silent, letting the other guard crack the whip hard. The whip fell, making a harsh crackling sound, leaving bloody traces on the flesh. Wuman's head swished, and large beads of sweat appeared. After receiving the punishment, he still gritted his teeth and walked back to the main tent with the scars on his back, and knelt down in front of the chief.
"Uman, do you know you were wrong?"
Chichika looked at the bright red behind the bodyguard and her tone softened slightly.
"I realize my mistake!... This attack was unfavorable. Too many elites were lost... and Toh was killed in the battle!"
Wuman gritted his teeth and lowered his head to answer.
Large tribes in the wilderness usually have a population of about five thousand, and usually have more than two thousand men capable of fighting, including three hundred to four hundred elite red-haired men. The harsh living environment in the wilderness, the scarcity of food and supplies, and the rapid changes in climate make it difficult to form too large a tribe in one place.
The Red Dog Tribe is the largest tribe in the wilderness. It was annexed along the way south and now has nearly 10,000 people, more than 4,000 warriors, and 800 elite red-haired tribes. In today's battle, four to five hundred tribal warriors who were good at fighting and one hundred elite red-haired hunters were killed!
Thinking of this, Chichika felt a pain in her heart. Tribal warriors are just that, they can be recruited from various tribes. The red-haired hunter has superb shooting skills, but he cannot easily replenish them. He held the long dagger at his waist, suppressed the urge to kill, and then looked at Uman again.
"Uman, you just said that the leader of Otomi on the opposite side was shot with dozens of arrows and did not fall down?"
"Yes, Chief! The last Otomi leader was shot dead by us in one round. This one was shot several times and it was fine. His skin is thicker than an armadillo!"
Wuman nodded bitterly, with a look of reluctance. He failed to kill the opposing leader in one fell swoop. The Otopan warriors therefore calmed down and formed a battle formation to resist, causing many casualties.
"Thick-skinned?... I seem to have heard somewhere that there are many thick-skinned warriors in the cactus tribe. Otua once sent a messenger, saying that this is an expensive and strong armor. As long as the cactus tribe is defeated, the thick-skinned warriors can be defeated. Grab the skin..."
Chichika tried to remember. The five members of the Red Dog Alliance have been operating further north. They have not had many encounters with the Mexican coalition and are not familiar with the other party's tactics and equipment. After thinking for a moment, the Red Dog Chief suddenly slapped his thigh.
"By the way! Two days ago, a tribe escaped from the Red Fox Valley. What was it called?"
"Chief, it's the Red Crow tribe. They also brought several small tribes over, and now they are all merged together. I went there as an envoy to see there are more than 2,000 tribesmen, the warriors are over 800 years old, and the red-haired tribes are over 100 or 200 years old. . But it is a small tribe after all, and among the red-haired warriors, there is actually a young girl..."
The guard curled his lips, obviously disdainful.
"With a population of more than two thousand, it is not considered a small tribe. There are many women in the wilderness who are excellent at shooting!"
Chichika smiled and didn't care. He just continued to ask.
"Red Crow Tribe, where are you now?"
"They took the mountain road farther north. They are now in the Palms Valley and camped by the river outside the small town. Well, they seem to want to continue migrating eastward along the Tampen River."
"Go, go now!"
Chichica ordered without hesitation. He needs more information from the southern tribes.
"Tell the Red Crow tribe that they have been drafted! Ordinary soldiers can stay in the camp, but the red-haired ones will be sent to fight. By the way, let their chief come over and listen to me!"
The bodyguard bowed his head and accepted the order, then left the camp to the east. Chief Red Dog looked at Uman again.
"Uman, the wolf pack only hunts for a moment! In this battle, you persisted in persisting after the failed raid. You deserve to be punished! However, you charged in person, as brave and fearless as a bison. You deserve to be rewarded! Well, I gave it to you just now Five lashes as punishment, now it’s time to reward you. Choose an Otomi noble girl from my back tent and reward you!”
"Ah! It's up to you, Chief! Ouch..."
Wuman looked happy and kowtowed to the ground.
"Haha, get down, my bison!"
Seeing the warrior's respectful look, Chichika nodded with satisfaction and continued to discuss military matters with the tribal leaders. He sat in the main seat and gave only a few brief instructions, and the leaders of each department nodded in agreement. Even the chiefs of large tribes often expressed submission. This clear-cut status is completely different from the three departments in the Red Fox Valley.
"Chief Chichika. The scouts reported back that the Red Fox Valley had fallen, and it had been defended for less than ten days! As a result, Otua escaped, Mizli was captured, and Miwa surrendered. A total of 20,000 wasteland tribesmen were left to their own devices. The sacrifices the Aztecs disposed of!”
Speaking of this, Red Monkey Chief Ozoma's eyes flashed. He looked at the worried-looking chiefs, and then looked at Chichika who was looking up.
"Now, the cactus tribe's army is rushing here like an unstoppable buffalo. The cactus warriors are menacing and as fierce as jaguars. The wolves in the wilderness never take risks in fighting, and the vast wilderness is enough for us to stay away from danger. .. Chichika, should we back off?”
"No! Ozoma, we cannot retreat."
Chichika answered clearly. He cast his gaze, staring closely into Ozoma's eyes, full of the power of a leader.
"Now the old camps of each tribe are in the Pamus Valley in the northeast. Tens of thousands of hungry tribesmen are waiting for food. And seeing that the corn is about to mature and the harvest is right in front of you, how can you leave at this time?!"
Then, Chief Red Dog paused, with murderous intent on his face.
"The Red Fox Valley fell so quickly because the Red Fox tribe took the lead in escaping! Ozoma, do you want to take the lead in escaping?"
Faced with the questioning from Chief Red Dog, Chief Red Monkey was shocked. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly, and mumbled in a low voice.
"Well, respected Chief Chichika... Of course, I will act with all the ministries..."
"Okay, remember your promise!"
Chichika patted the cowhide beneath her, making a loud snap. He looked around and looked fiercely at the leaders of each department. Some of the leaders nodded in agreement, while others were still worried. Chief Red Dog thought for a moment and spoke to encourage him.
"Chiefs, we have more than 60,000 tribesmen in our hands! Counting the strong women who can shoot arrows, each tribe can gather 30,000 warriors! And the coalition forces on the opposite side only have 20,000 to 30,000 men at most. The numerous Otomi native dogs are overwhelmed. Attack, there are only a few thousand cactus warriors who are good at fighting! They still have to leave troops to guard and maintain the food routes. As long as we occupy the dangerous positions and harass the opponent's food routes, we will definitely be able to defend the valley!"
"The Pamus Valley, fifty miles to the northeast of us, was blessed by our ancestors and promised us our home! It is fifty miles from east to west and thirty or forty miles from north to south. It is surrounded by mountains and is easy to defend and difficult to attack! There is a wide Tampeng in the middle of the valley. The river flows all the way to the east, irrigating the fertile land... This is rare fertile soil in the north. As long as you plant seeds, you can harvest a lot of food!"
"With such a rich place, do you still want to return to the barren wasteland? After living in a comfortable stone house, do you still want to sleep in the open air? What's more, even the women in the south are fairer and fairer than the tribal wives. Bigger and softer, I can’t even shoot you with a bow!”
Hearing this, the leaders laughed, uttered obscene words, and all expressed their agreement. The Palms Valley is extremely rich. There is no need to worry about cold snaps or water sources, and a large amount of food can be grown. You can fish in the river, and there are many birds and animals in the mountains. This is a good place that the various tribes in the wilderness could not have imagined before heading south.
Seeing the looks on the leaders' faces, Chichika grinned and put away her murderous intent. He has tens of thousands of tribes directly under his control, and more than sixty thousand tribes in the wilderness under his command. Such a large tribal alliance has never gathered in the wasteland, and only the fertile south can support it.
As the leader of tens of thousands of Guakili people, Chief Red Dog has no inherited experience to refer to and no wilderness tradition to support him. He can only control so many tribes by relying on his direct force and the prestige of his leader. For the warriors of various tribes, he rewarded and punished them to gain military morale; for ordinary chiefs, he gave generous gifts of wealth to appease people's hearts; and for the chiefs of large tribes, he not only easily win over them, but also severely beat them if they refused. After being so busy for half a year, I finally managed to get all the departments under control.
However, the premise of all this is that he cannot be defeated or retreat. Defeat would undermine prestige and lead to challenges from ambitious people. And once they leave the rich Parmus Valley and there is no such fertile land for support, the gathered tribes will disperse and return to the state of a plate of scattered sand on the wasteland. By then, this so-called leader of the alliance will also exist in name only.
Once he had tasted power, Chief Red Dog never wanted to let go. Seeing the wealth and weakness of the southern tribes, he ignited greater ambitions. At this moment, desire was like a galloping herd of animals, galloping in the heart of the leader of the wilderness. He looked at everyone again and howled like a wolf.
"Ouch! The ancestors protect us! Leaders of all ministries, we will be stationed here to fight the invading enemies! Burn down the trees, build stones, and strengthen the camps in the mountains... Prepare your bows and arrows, and wait for the cactus The tribe is here to die!”
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