The night fell darkly, covering the mountains and forests. The sparse moonlight illuminates the mountain road. In the rugged mountain forest, a group of six or seven soldiers were walking in the dark without carrying torches. Each of them carried a small package and carried a strong spear, and trekked northward carefully.
"Are we leaving like this?"
Everyone walked around in silence for a while, and the youngest Chippawa finally couldn't help it and asked softly.
Zukata listened to the movement in the forest and continued walking for a while before answering in a low voice.
"What? Do you want to stay and surrender to the Mexica people?"
"No! How is that possible!"
Chippawa's eyes widened. Zukata quickly made a gesture of silence, and he quickly lowered his voice.
"Mexicans destroyed my hometown and killed my father...I will never surrender!"
"Well, no one will surrender. Then keep walking!"
Zukata nodded and kept walking. He tilted his head and looked at Chippawa's profile. From this angle, the young militiaman looked like the person he had sworn to protect with his life. Some long-lasting and unforgettable memories came to his mind, making him sigh softly.
"Marshal Kuius...I can't help you for not protecting your son..."
Zukata's voice was so soft that Chippawa didn't hear it. Of course, even if you hear it, you won’t understand it.
The meeting between the two seemed like an accident, or like a campfire story told by a tribal sage. The army on the southern route collapsed, and Chippawa was led by a group of defeated soldiers to flee north, using them as food to enable them to walk on their own.
When Zukata was passing by with his men, he glanced at him a few times, then killed the defeated soldiers and rescued him. Afterwards, several people went all the way north, crossed the river, and then all the way north to the wilderness and joined the Guakili tribe.
Along the way, Zukata's actions were so clear that he seemed to have planned them in advance. However, the plan no longer matters because the important person is no longer there.
Chippawa walked away in silence for a while, then spoke in a low voice.
"Captain, although Chief Red Monkey asked us to go south and return the prisoners of the Red Frog tribe... we may not surrender..."
Zukata raised his head and glanced at Chippawa lightly. He was silent for a while, speaking calmly.
"After taking the first step, can the second step be far away? The priests of the three gods said that when your soul sinks into the ground, it will be attracted by the deep kingdom of the underworld. One step after another, you will finally fall into the hands of the moon goddess. In my hands...at this moment, the outcome is already determined. If I stay any longer, nothing will change."
After saying this, Zukata pondered for a while and asked.
"Chippawa, are you reluctant to part with the silver in the camp?"
"Ah, Captain!"
Chippawa blushed. He lowered his head and replied slowly.
"The canine descendants will definitely not be able to stop the Mexicans. We really have to leave! It's just that we left in such a hurry and didn't bring any belongings... The bag of silver nuggets I finally saved..."
Zukata shook his head. He taught with a serious expression.
"Chipawa, gold and silver are just temptations from the gods. As a warrior, you can enjoy wealth as much as you want, but you must not be bound by it! You must be the master of wealth, not its slave!"
Chipawa looked at Zukata's expression and bit his lip without saying a word. After a while, he whispered. "Captain, we are different. I am not a samurai, I am a conscripted militiaman. I have never seen so much money in my life... Back then, if my family had money, I could give benefits to the conscripted samurai... .My father will not be drafted away by the first batch, and I will not be drafted away by the second batch. My mother and sister will not know whether they are alive or dead..."
"The warrior who conquers Ding..."
Zukata was silent. He was born into a noble family and was a member of Prince Kuius's bodyguard. His family has been serving the royal family for nearly two hundred years. To him, Zhengding's warriors were just harmless and humble dogs. Every time they met, they would bow to the ground and wag their tails submissively. He knew what these people were doing in the local area, but he never cared about it. Because, to him, ordinary civilians are like ants.
The unchanging world has lasted for more than two hundred years, and the high and low are as natural as birth. Until the kingdom falls and everything changes. At this moment, the noble guards are living in the wilderness, what is the difference between them and the sons of the militia? But they are all just after the country is subjugated.
"The kingdom is dead...The Mexicans are our enemies."
After a while, Zukata's face was expressionless and his voice was low.
"We must survive and live well. Chief Amosi is ahead. Chase him and join him. Life is in the east."
"Ah! Instead of going to the Red Dog Tribe, we go to find the Red Crow?"
Chippawa was a little surprised when he heard this. A heroic figure was engraved in his heart, giving him strength instantly.
Zukata nodded and smiled dullly.
"Well. Chief Red Crow is not only tenacious and decisive, but also flexible and good at learning. He is an eagle disguised as a crow, able to avoid the storms of the rainy season and truly soar in the sky of the wilderness... Chippawa, you said, The Red Crow tribe has been preparing to move east.”
"Yes, Sister Alan said that. They fled from the Red Fox Valley just to move to the east, to the territory of the Huastec people."
Chippawa affirmed. He always kept Sister Alan's words in mind. In fact, Chipawa was slightly older than Alan, but when he thought of Alan's heroic appearance in shooting the enemy, he couldn't help but regard him as his younger brother.
"That's it. The east is the only way to survive."
Zukata nodded in confirmation. It was this sentence that made him decide to defect to the Red Crow.
"The Huastec people live in the jungles of the lowlands. Their folk customs are weak, they love art, and they have many craftsmen. They are plump grass rabbits. They have no ability to resist in the face of the stoic Steppenwolf... This is a wide road The avenue is enough for us to walk on it..."
"Let's go quickly! Ozoma will soon find that we are missing. He will either send people to hunt us down, or... the Mexica army will go north soon!"
Hearing this, everyone shuddered and quickened their pace with their heads down.
The night is getting darker. Along the way, everyone saw many traces of the Red Crow team walking by, but they were never able to catch up. The elite canine scouts are very good at running. Even if they bring rescued prisoners, they will fly away as fast as the wind, making it difficult for the southern warriors to catch up.
A few quarters of an hour later, Red Dog's main camp appeared in front of everyone, and a large bonfire flickered at the entrance of the valley.
"what to do?"
Chippawa panted. He looked at the bonfire not far away and asked tentatively.
"The Red Dog Tribe is just ahead. Are we going to report Ozoma? Chief Chichika is always generous..."
"Not going."
Zukata must have shook his head.
"The Red Monkey is about to surrender, and the fate of the north has been doomed. Chief Chichika has deep pride in his bones and will definitely fight to the end. He is also fierce and moody... If he goes over now, he will die."
Everyone nodded. Zukata lit a torch, carried the red monkey tribe's token, and walked openly along the edge of the camp. Sometimes he would meet a red-haired team in the mountains, and he would show his token with a dull expression, pretending to be the envoy of the Red Monkey Tribe. Many scouts had seen him around Ozoma, but no one suspected him.
The group traveled for several miles unimpeded, leaving the Red Dog main camp far behind. Soon, the pike team climbed the final hill. Everyone's eyes widened instantly.
Under the dim morning light, the extinguishing bonfires were like stars in the sky, filling the entire fertile valley. The tributaries of the Tampen River flow quietly, and the farmland beside the river is full of straw remnants, giving the earth a grayish-yellow coat. Further away, the small town of Palms is like a low stone lying at the end of the sight, simple and vicissitudes of life.
"Pamus Valley, here we come."
Looking at the vast farmland and rivers, Chippawa looked longingly. At this moment, he thought of his hometown in the south again, and couldn't help but mutter to himself again.
"It's a rare sight in the wilderness! It would be great to stay here..."
Dawn was just breaking, and the morning light illuminated the hills. Zucata stood on the top of a high mountain, but instead of looking at the vast farmland, it turned its back to the valley. He looked at the mountains and forests in the south with a serious look on his face and tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
"The Mexica Legion is on the move!"
Hearing this, everyone looked back in surprise and saw a shocking sight.
In the mountains more than twenty miles away, thousands of dark green warriors marched north, followed by tens of thousands of gray-blue figures, like the mythical feathered serpent swallowing them! A few miles ahead of the army, five hundred red frog warriors wearing cotton armor and holding bamboo bows were the first to clear the way. They descended from the high ground without pausing at all, and rushed straight to the main red dog camp behind them.
"Ah, look there!..."
Chippawa raised his hand and let out an exclamation.
Zukata glanced at it and then lowered his eyes. In the familiar red monkey camp, there was an additional flag that he was more familiar with. On the flag, an abstract long snake wraps around a red sun, which is the symbol of the Mexican Union!
"The Red Monkey Tribe... surrendered!"
After a few breaths, Zukata took a deep breath. In the early morning light, he turned around calmly and took the lead towards the Red Crow tribe in the valley, never looking back.
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