The morning light lit up the distant sky, and the morning sun rose from the mountains, illuminating the Canine's temporary camp. The messy camps stretched for miles, with bursts of smoke lingering beside the mountains and forests, and the aroma of corn spreading everywhere.
"After temporarily repelling the Otomi, the tribe can finally settle down and have a hot breakfast."
The red crow's flag was planted diagonally on the highest point of the hill. Under the hill is the Red Crow Camp without fences. No, it should be said to be the gathering point of the tribe.
Amosi wore cotton armor and led dozens of red-haired guards as he patrolled the gathering points of the tribe. He looked resolute, constantly greeting the soldiers around him, and occasionally burst into heroic laughter. The chief's laughter echoed in the valley, and the sun drifted to the top of the eastern mountain, making the gloomy camp gradually brighter.
"It is truly the blessing of our ancestors! Chief, we have gathered 1,500 warriors! Together with the old camp in the north, the Red Crow Tribe has more than 2,000 warriors. We are no longer the small tribe we were before!"
Personal guard Mo Qi looked excited and a little emotional. During the night attack that night, everyone was separated from the chief. Under the leadership of Alan, they fled in a panic all the way through the night, and they might be destroyed at any time. And just a few days later, they not only gathered with the chief, but also raised flags and gathered the defeated troops of various tribes. Now, the Red Crow Tribe actually has so many warriors, it's like a dream.
"Thanks to the ancestors for their blessing, and even more so to the wise leader! The leader is like a wolf king, he acts bravely and decisively, and he can treat warriors well, which is really admirable!"
Amosi nodded with emotion, his mind as clear as a flat lake. When he escaped from the Red Fox Valley, he was just the leader of a small tribe. At this moment, he is able to gain a foothold among the tens of thousands of eastern dog descendants, all because of the respect of the leader of Chichika!
Before, it was the big leader who recruited him and allowed him to participate in military discussions, ranking behind the five major tribes. Now, with the tacit approval of the big leader, he could set up a flag to recruit people and gather the scattered tribal warriors. You must know that these warriors are elites recruited from various tribes, and many even come from the two large tribes of the Red Stork and the Red Salamander.
Hearing this, Mo Qi was quiet for a moment. He looked around and saw no one around before speaking.
"Chief, you fought to the death for the big leader several times and escaped night attacks in exchange for these preferential treatment. You don't owe the big leader anything..."
"Um?"
Amosi stopped. He looked at Mo Qi, pondered for a while, and then spoke slowly.
"Moqi, my old brother. The great chief is kind to us and treats us well!... Under Chief Red Fox, we went through life and death so many times before, but what did we gain?"
Hearing this, Mochi widened his eyes and looked at the chief sincerely.
"Chief, I didn't mean that. It's just that...I always think of the old Chief Kakaro. He is the priest of the wasteland and can predict the future. He told us...the vitality of the Guakili people is not here, but In the east and north!"
"Old Chief, Kakaro Dad... Phew, the vitality of the East..."
Amosi lowered his eyes and said nothing, with a look of nostalgia on his face. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Alan, who had been listening.
"Alan, this is close to the entrance of the valley, only more than twenty miles away from the old camp in the valley. You go back to the old camp first, collect food, and prepare for the move."
Then, Amosi looked at Mochi and ordered.
"Moqi, you go too. Take the five hundred newly recruited soldiers and return north through the mountain path."
Mo Qi was startled. He looked at the captain who had been following him for decades and couldn't help shouting.
"Chief, what are you doing?..."
"Go! Leave quickly before the big boss gives new orders!"
Amosi made a decision and looked determined again.
"Abba!"
Seeing this scene, Alan was inexplicably panicked. She stepped forward and grabbed Amosi's arm. The girl looked at her father's expression and couldn't say anything to dissuade him. After a while, she said.
"Abba. You...you have to come back alive. I don't want to lose my father again."
"Alan, my daughter. You did a great job that night during the night attack!"
Hearing this, Amosi reached out his hand, rubbed his daughter's hair, and smiled softly.
"You go back to the old camp to prepare first. If I don't come back, the tribe will be handed over to you. You have to take the tribe to the east, to the land of the Huastecs!..."
"Haha, I still remember the first time I saw you, in the mountains to the east. You were wearing a little vest and carrying a little bag, like a little squirrel... time flies so fast !The former little girl has become a red falcon, able to gain a foothold in this wilderness and no longer needs the care of an adult bird..."
"Abba!"
Alan couldn't help it anymore and hugged his father. The girl cried with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"You must come back...promise me!..."
Amosi lowered his eyes and suppressed the emotions surging in his chest. After a while, he nodded slowly and calmly pushed Alan away.
"Well, Alan, I promise you. But you are a red-haired warrior in the wasteland, you must be strong!"
Then, with a solemn expression, he gave instructions to his personal guard Mo Qi.
"Moqi, you are Alan's uncle and the elder of the tribe. Although Alan has great potential, he is still too young. The situation in the tribe is complicated. Many times, it still depends on you... If Alan really cannot afford It is your responsibility to succeed the chief of the tribe!”
Hearing this, Mochi shook his head. He was silent for a long time and just said.
"Chief. The Red Crow tribe has been migrating all the way. It expanded too fast and accepted too many other tribes. If you had not come back, no one could stabilize the entire tribe. Even if you reluctantly moved to the Huastec territory, you would eventually escape. But a split ending.”
Hearing this, Amosi said nothing. He turned around, like a crow in the wilderness, and looked towards the distant mountains. In his eyes, the world is full of traces of death. The gray-blue and dark-green legions were like the tide from the sky, swallowing up unstoppably.
Alan stopped crying and looked south silently, like a grown kestrel.
The three of them stood quietly for a long time until a red-haired scout came in a hurry.
"Chief, the big chief is calling."
"good."
Amosi turned sideways, smiled at Alan, and finally ruffled the girl's hair. Then, he looked at Moqi and gave a serious order.
"Stop delaying, leave now!"
"...Yes, Chief."
Mo Qi bent down deeply, clenched his fist and saluted.
Amosi nodded slightly, and left with dozens of guards without looking back. Along the way, many red-haired elites were shouting loudly to reorganize the scattered soldiers. The canine camps along the way were in chaos, but order was being restored.
Soon, the red dog flag appeared in front of us. Amosi waited and watched for a moment, his scouting instinct making him silently calculate. The Red Dog tribe is heavily guarded, with more than 600 red-haired hunters and nearly 3,000 tribe warriors, ready to fight at any time.
"Big boss!"
Amosi walked to the flag, knelt down on one knee, and saluted the great leader respectfully.
"Amosi, my loyal warrior."
Chichika nodded with satisfaction. He lifted Amosi up with his own hands and patted the warrior on the shoulder.
"You came just in time. I am discussing military affairs with Ozoma."
Amosi bowed his head again and saluted Ozoma. Chief Red Monkey returned the favor with a smile, his eyes implying scrutiny.
After the various ministries retreated, the alliance's military power became more concentrated. The Red Dog Tribe has gathered the largest number of warriors, making it a dominant family, and has the foundation for establishing a powerful city-state. The Red Crow Tribe also occupied a place in the alliance.
"The big leader has really far-reaching plans... He has been supporting these small tribes, but I still don't take it seriously. Now it seems that he may have been ready to check and balance or even replace other big tribes."
Ozoma mused to himself. The big leader stopped the retreat and defeated the pursuing enemy. The balance in his heart tilted slightly, once again leaning towards the big leader.
"My warriors! The warriors of the tribe are regrouping. The envoys to the old camp have just returned. The situation of each department has become clear."
Chichika looked at the two of them with a steady voice.
"Red Deer fled back to the valley with hundreds of remnant soldiers. I have ordered him to lead the troops back. Red Stork was killed in the night attack, and the gathered defeated troops will be merged into Red Dog. Red Salamander is missing and may be doing He is a prisoner of the Cactus tribe. His tribe in the old camp will be temporarily taken care of by me... As for the other scattered tribes, you can gather them together!"
Chichika looked at the two of them. Amosi lowered his head and saluted, expressing his stance first.
"It's up to you, Chief."
"I will follow your orders, dear leader."
Ozoma also bowed his head in greeting.
Chichika nodded calmly. Then, there was a hint of sadness in his words.
"The scouts received clear information that Uman was killed while he was at the rear..."
Hearing this, Amosi's eyes darkened. Uman had only known him for two months, but they were comrades who had experienced life and death.
The big leader was silent for a moment. Then, he stretched out his hands and pressed hard on the shoulders of Ozoma and Amosi.
"Ozoma, Amosi, now, my right-hand man is you!"
"It's up to you, Chief."
Amosi's expression remained unchanged.
"I am willing to die for you!"
Ozoma's face showed excitement.
"good very good!"
Chichika stared at the two for a moment and nodded slowly. After a while, he spoke again, his words leaving no room for doubt.
"The 15,000-strong army before the night attack has already gathered more than 8,000 people. Today the army marched twenty miles north and set up camp at the mouth of the valley to defend!"
Upon hearing this order, Ozoma and Amosi looked at each other for a few breaths, and then both bowed their heads.
"Yes, Chief!"
Chichica smiled with satisfaction. He looked to the north and said encouragingly.
"The gathered broken troops need to be reorganized, and the old battalions in the valley are mobilizing. I have ordered the recruitment of men from all ministries. Within three days, another 5,000 men will be recruited to supplement the troops."
"Conquer another five thousand men?"
Ozoma was a little shocked. There are more than 60,000 dog tribes, and nearly 20,000 warriors have been recruited. Now if we recruit another five thousand, I am afraid that even strong women and young men will be recruited. How can various ministries accept this kind of recruitment intensity? ...
"Um."
Chichica grinned, showing her teeth.
"There are still more than a thousand red dog warriors in the old camp. I will also send another thousand warriors north to supervise the recruitment of each tribe. In addition, the Zuma priests will hold a big sacrifice in the valley. The wilderness priests of each tribe will blood sacrifice all the Otomi Serfs, kill all the southern captives and pray to the divine earth and sky, and to the ancestors in the wind, for victory in the war!"
"Blood sacrifice to all the serfs and captives?!"
Ozoma exclaimed. There are at least 3,000 Otomi serfs working in the valley, and with the male and female captives kept privately by various ministries, the number can even reach 6,000. Amosi also looked moved.
"good!"
"This, big boss... there has never been such a large-scale blood sacrifice in the wasteland..."
Ozoma looked at the big leader and saw only a cold smiling face.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. There is a first time for everything."
Chichika smiled, suppressing the murderous intention in her heart, and licked her teeth gently.
"The purpose of holding a big sacrifice is to pay tribute to the warriors who died in battle. Mother Earth needs the nourishment of flesh and blood to allow the souls of the warriors to rest in peace. On the other hand, it is also to eliminate the retreat of all tribes."
The big leader's expression was calm, but it hinted at madness.
"The priests will tell all the tribes: We have killed all the Otomi people. If the valley falls, the Otomi people will also kill us all. Regardless of surrendering or not, the fate will be the same. And the only way to survive is to hold on Valley!”
"Ah, a way out..."
Hearing this, the balance in Ozoma's heart swung rapidly, pointing to the fuzzy boundary. In this brief moment, his body trembled slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Then, he lowered his head deeply, like an ape hiding in the forest, and whispered.
"We can continue to retreat to the wilderness..."
Cold eyes swept over and stared at the hanging head. Chief Red Monkey immediately calmed down his expression. Then, he raised his head again, swallowed, and fell to his knees in fear.
"Big boss! The Cactus Tribe can summon heavenly fire, and even if the terrain is dangerous, it will be difficult to defend it!"
"Skyfire?... It's just a wooden beast created by the evil god! As long as warriors overcome their fear, they have nothing to fear."
Chichika narrowed her eyes and stared at Ozoma for a while before speaking calmly.
"Keep it for a few days. The old camp needs time to regroup. If we really can't hold it, I will order a retreat. Since the alliance is established, it must be like a pack of wolves, with order and hierarchy! You can't just run away in a swarm and scatter everywhere. yes..."
Having said this, the big leader pondered for a moment and his eyes flashed.
"Of course, the old and weak in the valley can indeed withdraw part of it... Well, after the big festival, there will be warriors controlling the entrances of various valleys. The tribes that hand over enough entrances can withdraw first."
Hearing this, Amosi felt a chill in his heart. He remained calm and just bowed his head respectfully.
"The chief is wise."
Chichika looked at the two of them, her eyes falling like mountains, and gave a stern order.
"Ozoma!"
"Yes, big boss!"
"Your Red Monkey tribe has high morale and is stationed at the front camp at the mouth of the valley. I will bring the main force to support you behind you. When the first batch of reinforcements arrive, I will replenish them for you first!"
"Follow your orders!"
Ozoma fell to the ground and accepted the order.
"Amosi!"
"The big boss."
"Your tribe has just collected the defeated troops and is stationed behind the valley entrance to rest. But the red crow scouts are quite elite and must detect the enemy's situation and constantly attack and harass. Come and lead the team yourself and go south along the mountains and forests! There are still many routed troops. The tribe is trapped in the south, as long as you can rescue it, it will all belong to your tribe!"
"It's up to you, Chief."
Amosi also fell on the ground and saluted respectfully.
"very good!"
Looking at the two submissive people, Chichika nodded with satisfaction. He smiled slightly and ordered.
"Everyone, go down. Return to your tribe and act as soon as possible! The ancestors in the wind will protect us!"
"Ancestral blessings!"
The two of them responded in unison and immediately turned around and left. Chichica was alone on the hill. He stood for a long time, looking at the mountains in the south, and suddenly grinned,
"Come on, Mexica! The wolf king in the wilderness is destined to die with scars all over his body and will never give in!"
