The sea breeze blew through the camp tent, and the air was filled with moisture. Alan sat in the tent, looking at the map in his eyes, but his mind was flying far away. She straightened up, touched the obsidian dagger at her waist, and for the first time learned to think like a chief.
"Dad, since this time the tribe has been moved to the north, since it has been entrusted to me, I must do it well! You must help me move the tribe as soon as possible to catch up with this year's spring plowing. The seashore in the lowlands is very warm, even if it is delayed until Farming can still be done in late May and early June. We can sow seeds a little later, but we need to cultivate as much land as possible so that we can harvest more food in the fall."
"Yes, we must move north as quickly as possible, and cultivate as much farmland as possible! I have already selected the first group of Dingkou people to move north, and they are all from close and obedient tribes. Tonight, I will summon the leaders of various tribes, Urge them to go north."
Amosi smiled and nodded in agreement. He looked at Alan, listened patiently to his daughter's ideas, and also made some suggestions.
"Of course, my daughter, if you want to firmly control these tribes migrating north, you must have a reliable tribal force! I will give you five hundred Red Crow headquarters and five hundred spear battalions, and then from Each tribe selects a thousand tribal warriors. And you must learn to control people's hearts, instill awe in the hearts of the warriors, and make them obey your orders. Alan, do you know what to do?"
"Do not let the soldiers stand in awe and obey orders."
Alan tilted his head and blinked. She thought hard for a while, and her eyes lit up.
"Dad, I know! I will hold an archery meeting and let the warriors among these two thousand people come out to fight with me. Then, as their leader, I will shoot down and subdue them one by one. This way , they will be afraid and dare not disobey!"
".Uh. Shoot down all the warriors"
Hearing this, Amosi's face froze and he pulled the red hair on his head. In the tribal archery competition, there is indeed a shooting competition. Hunters from both sides held hunting bows, gathered for dozens of steps, and then fired at each other with blunt-ended wooden arrows dipped in red dye. During the shooting process, both sides can run to dodge and shoot many arrows, but as long as they are hit once, they will fail.
This kind of shooting is actually very similar to actual combat, and it can well reflect the shooter's combat effectiveness. However, even though wooden arrows are used for shooting, they are still sharp and may cause injury.
Amosi pondered for a while and then taught in a deep voice.
"Alan, defeating the warriors of each tribe is indeed a way to conquer everyone. But this method is not very common. After all, not all leaders have such excellent shooting skills as you. For example, dad, I can't defeat all of them. Warriors. However, they still follow me loyally, are willing to obey my orders, and are willing to fight for me. Do you know the reason? "
"No reason"
Alan blinked and thought for a long time before answering uncertainly.
"That's because, Dad, you brought the tribe down from the wasteland. And with Dad, everyone's life has become better?"
"Haha! This is indeed an important reason. A qualified leader must be able to bring benefits to the tribe and give the soldiers hope!"
Amosi nodded with a smile, the corners of his mouth raised. After a few breaths, he looked solemn again and spoke carefully.
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"Alan, my daughter. Our wilderness tribe never relies on invisible and intangible gods to convince the tribe, but on things that can be seen and touched. A qualified wilderness chief must first have his own A certain amount of force. Whether it is archery, spear throwing or ax spears, he needs to be proficient in at least one to convince ordinary warriors. But for the chief, the larger the tribe and the more warriors, the less important personal force is."
"Dad, what is important?"
"The most important thing is to do the right thing to win over the hearts of the tribe and the hearts of the warriors."
Having said this, Amosi paused and raised his head without saying a word. He recalled Chief Chichika's method of subduing the warriors, and also recalled that he had joined forces with the Zuma priest to use divination to influence the warriors. In the end, he led his tribe to move eastward, truly considered each tribe, and gradually gained support from everyone. After a while, he spoke again.
"Alan, people's hearts can come from many sources. Excellent martial arts can make the tribesmen awe. As a leader, the combination of kindness and power can also make the soldiers obey. In the name of the ancestors, praying for divination and displaying magic can also be effective. But the most fundamental thing is to make the right choice and make a decision that is beneficial to the tribe!"
"Isn't it the right choice to benefit the tribe?"
Alan intertwined his fingers and held his chin, thinking about his father's teachings. Amosi waited patiently for a while before speaking seriously.
"The correct choice is the interests of the tribe. As a chief, you need to let the people who support you get tangible benefits! It is beneficial to the tribe that we moved eastward and escaped from the conquest of the Death Chief. We attack The Vavastec tribe has grown rapidly, and they are no longer short of food, land, and people. This is also a real benefit."
"It is precisely because of these decisions that brought benefits to the tribe that I gained the prestige of the great chief, and the soldiers truly obeyed. This time when I moved north, I promoted the threats to the west and south to convince the leaders of each tribe. I think it’s most beneficial to move north!”
Amosi raised his head, looked into Alan's eyes, and carefully explained the key points of leading the tribe. This is all his personal experience. It may be crude, but it is most suitable for the current situation of the wasteland tribe.
"Alan, my daughter, one cannot fight the tide, nor should one stand in front of the buffalo when it charges. On the contrary, you should take a boat and go with the tide. Avoid the buffalo and chase the buffalo. Footprints. And the so-called tides and bison are general trends and interests!"
“Follow the tide and chase the bison?”
Alan pursed his lips, gradually thinking more about it. She pulled back her short hair and held the dagger at her waist. She turned to look south, toward the direction of the Aztecs. According to her father, the tribe's northward migration was to avoid the tide in the south. She looked at the distant south, and after a while, she asked in a low voice.
“Daddy, can I gallop on a bison, blow the horn, and raise high tides?”
"Huh? Riding a bison and making waves?"
Hearing such words, Amosi was startled. He widened his eyes and carefully looked at the daughter he would raise by himself. Alan straightened his spine and looked at him with firm and bright eyes. After a few breaths, Amosi suddenly smiled happily.
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"Alan, I'm very happy that you have such an ambition! However, if you want to control the general trend, you must have enough strength to gradually make waves. Huge bison gallop on the wasteland, kicking up dust all over the sky. As long as they don't stop No one can stop us. Our Red Crow tribe will continue to move forward and grow stronger like the bison."
"And if one day, you can sit on a four-legged beast, blow the horn, and rule thousands of tribes in the north. Then, you can set off a high tide and surge towards your homeland in the south!"
At this moment, Alan's eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky. For the first time, her silent face showed the solemnity and majesty of a chief. After a moment, she nodded slightly.
"I will! Dad."
The big tent remained quiet, and the faint fragrance of herbs wafted from it. Amosi made some herbal tea and handed a cup to Alan. The father and daughter drank tea and discussed the specific matters of moving north. After the two discussed it, Alan finally concluded.
"Dad, please give me another batch of farm tools, some old farmers who are good at farming, and the priests of the Lord God sent by the alliance who are good at farming. This season's farming must allow the tribes moving north to get a good harvest. In this way, there will be less resistance for subsequent tribes heading north. After the autumn harvest, I plan to take two thousand soldiers and two to three thousand militiamen to patrol around the periphery of the lake area and summon all the tribes along the way. "
"Yeah, that's right. When a jaguar arrives at a new territory, it has to take a walk around and let the surrounding birds and beasts know about it."
Amosi agreed. In fact, if he had not been stationed in the south, keeping an eye on the situation in Otter City and the Mexica army, he should have been responsible for the inspection after the fall. And if his daughter Alan can take up the burden, he is willing to let it go.
After all, in the vast northern wilderness and the great plains further north, remnants of the matriarchal clan still exist. Many tribal people only know their mothers and do not know who their fathers are. An outstanding female leader is actually easier to gain support than a male leader and often lives longer. Of course, the premise is that the female leader does not have a husband to share power with.
Thinking of this, Amosi touched his forehead, feeling a little upset for no reason. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then looked at Alan and asked.
"Alan, you are already quite old. After this year, you will be twenty years old! Many girls like you in the tribe have given birth to two children! Alan, my daughter, what do you want to find? What kind of husband is he?"
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Alan lowered his head, with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Hey! Every time I ask you, you are like this, keeping your head down and saying nothing. Although my father doesn't want you to get married, my daughter will always get married."
Amosi sighed. He pulled his hair, gritted his teeth, and asked in a deep voice.
"The warriors in the Red Crow tribe all want to marry you home. Some of the Huastec divine descendants who are very pleasing to the eye also come to propose marriage. The leaders of the Bossalos have said so, you see Just pick whoever you want. According to their tradition, a female leader can have several men. Oh, and Zukata from the Spear Battalion, he mentioned it to me several times as the Chipawana boy."
"Alan, my daughter, there are so many men in the tribe, who do you like? Tell me. I will arrange for him to be sent to your tent tonight!"
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