Aztec Eternals

Coyotes run and eagles soar. Omura's plan subverted the clan rule of the Maya gods, while Cuban messengers continued to spread westward. At this moment, two thousand miles away to the west, two groups of envoys from Jinwan City also headed north from the sea, secretly forming alliances with the Red Crow tribes, and traveling through the forest and swamps to connect with the Qingqiu tribes.

Snake Mother Miava's threat to Elder Silver Crow was not just an empty intimidation. As a true chief who has gone through twists and turns and used any means to climb up, Miyawa will firmly seize the political initiative and squeeze out every drop of blood from his prey. And the Silver Crow Alliance, which has exposed its weaknesses, is the most delicious prey in her eyes!

From the increasingly vast cassava fields beside Jinwan City, 1,600 miles further north, there is another large lakeside field where cassava cultivation has just been expanded, and Red Crow City is where Chief Red Crow is located.

Next to the endless Warrior Lake, the cold wind blows from the vast northern continent, like an invisible carving knife, carving the vicissitudes of the face of Chief Amosi. He stared deeply at the north shore of the lake, the large area of ​​hastily built simple thatched huts, and thousands of grassland tribes wearing furs and furs, who could see as far as the eye could see. He couldn't help but hunched his back suddenly, as if Carrying a heavy burden.

"Ancestor! Moqi, how many grassland tribes did you bring back from Alan?"

"Amo, there are too many people. I don't know how to count them, but Azu does. He is good at estimating and has led a spear team to count them."

"Azu?"

"Great Chief, these Koahuik tribes on both sides of the river are all large and small, with families and families. I actually didn't count them clearly!..."

Zukata wore leather armor, held a spear, and his spine was as straight as a spear. This subjugated warrior of Tarasco, the former captain of the personal guard of Prince Quius, has become as hard as a stone after experiencing nearly ten years of wind and rain in the wilderness and grasslands. At this moment, the Guaquilinava language he spoke word by word also had a hard-hitting taste of gravel.

"But I have roughly estimated that the little chief Alan fought for more than two years and captured 80,000 grassland tribes from the northern rivers. This time he brought back about 50,000 people! Ten thousand were placed in Flint Lake, and the remaining 40,000 were brought back. Here we are at Warrior Lake.”

"Ancestors! Fifty thousand people, fifty thousand mouths! Mo Qi, Azu, why did you bring back so many grassland tribes?! How can the Red Crow hinterland support these fifty thousand people? It's only February now, how can there be any So much stored grain to feed them until the autumn harvest?!..."

Hearing this, Red Crow Chief Amosi was shocked and couldn't help but take a breath of air. The wrinkles on his old face were shaking, and then he roared like an old bear.

"Where's Alan! Alan, that ignorant girl, where did she die?!"

"Amo, Alan, she didn't come back! She took thousands of tribal warriors who could fight to the northwest of the upper reaches of the river! She walked too fast, I couldn't catch up with her. I only met her messenger who reported the news, saying I am looking for black stone that can be burned, which is the coal that the large tribal alliance in the lake burns..."

Speaking of Alan, who was leading the army to the west, his close friend Mo Qi shook his head slightly, with no worries on his face. The ones Alan took away were all the elites of the tribe who could really fight and run. In the northern continent known to the Red Crow Tribe, there is almost no large tribal alliance that can eat them in a field battle.

"Blessed by our ancestors! Don't be impatient, Amo. At the end of last year, there were several small cold waves that continued southward. The deer, antelope herds, and bison herds either died or moved southward. The hunting grounds and fishing grounds on both sides of the river could not sustain food. With so many tribes alive, 30,000 people can barely survive... As for these 50,000 people, if they don't go south with them, there will definitely be big trouble in Alan's side!..."

"Damn it! Cold wave, cold wave! Which year has there been no cold wave in the northern continent, and which northern tribe has not experienced freezing and hunger? These tribes were originally scattered everywhere and stayed well. Even if they suffered heavy casualties in the cold wave, they would at most find neighboring ones. If the tribe annexes and eats them, it won't cause any big trouble, and it won't affect us, the Red Crows!... But Alan insisted on gathering them all into his hands, gathering them into tens of thousands of people! Tens of thousands of people gathered together without eating. If she didn’t drink, how could she be the same as the scattered tribe? She’s going to cause a big mess!…This bastard girl has caused such a big thing and actually ran away with her own people! And she doesn’t understand the importance of things. You two Don’t you understand? You actually brought these 50,000 mouths to the heart of our Red Crow tribe! But if there is no food, people will not starve to death, this is going to cause big trouble!!..."

Amosi stared angrily, his eyebrows knitted together. Mozzi and Zukata looked at each other, both talking a little bit.

The three of them are all old men in the wasteland, and they all know it in their hearts. In the northern continent, one winter and several cold waves caused the population of each tribe to decrease by 20 to 30%, or even 70 to 80%. This is completely normal. After the terrible cold wave, the remaining tribes ate each other up. If there were a few warm years, the population would quickly recover.

In order to adapt to such a cruel climate, among the safari tribes in the northern continent, girls of many tribes are fertile even at the age of nine, and have already given birth to offspring by the age of ten. The average life span of most small tribes is less than sixteen years old, and it is almost impossible to find an old man who has lived past thirty.

In this case, death and migration are eternal themes in the cold northern continent, and they are the most common things for hunting tribes. The 80,000 Koawek tribe, chasing fewer and fewer prey, gradually gathered on both sides of the river, and were then taken away en masse by Alan. But to put it bluntly, both sides of the river under the cold wave can only support 30,000 people. The remaining 50,000 tribes beyond the ability of the Earth Mother Goddess to support were supposed to be the dead in the cold wave and returned to the Mother Goddess’ belly, but they were all taken south by the Red Crow tribe...

"Amo, don't be anxious! Azu and I have calculated that if ten thousand people are placed on the side of the Suishi Lake, they can almost support the spring plowing and the autumn harvest in October! It is estimated that the soldiers on the side of the Lake can also support Ten thousand people, that’s twenty thousand tribes!…”

"Twenty thousand, we can support another 20,000 at most! But what to do with the remaining 30,000?! These 30,000 grassland tribes are all rolled out of the dead in the cold wave, and they are not obedient Huastec serfs. !…”

Amosi frowned in the wind, took a deep breath, and suddenly understood on his face. He stared at Mozzi, who was slightly avoiding his eyes, and Zukata, who still had his back straight, and asked coldly.

"Ha! In the end, you still want to lead people south to plunder the Huastec tribes in the south? No, this is not just what you two mean... Tell me, how many people in the tribe support you?"

"Ahem! Amo, we really have no choice! You said you wanted to settle down and farm the land. Although everyone complained a little, they actually supported you. You always keep your word and reward and punish each tribe fairly. Everyone regards you as a real chief, even more real than Chief Chichika! If there were not tens of thousands of grassland tribes going south, the leaders would be happy to open up wasteland here and wait for the autumn harvest... But the girl is very powerful in the north After a round of fighting and recruiting so many tribes, if we don't go south to the Red Crow hinterland, we will have to cause chaos in the north... We thought that instead of letting them cause chaos in the north or here, we might as well take them south to rob the Huastecs! No matter how many die, the one who survives is a profit and can bring back a large amount of loot!…”

"Hey! Mozzi and Azu, you two look smart... think about it! Going south to rob? You also need to prepare food when going south to rob. You can't go on an empty stomach! A decent Huastec tribe may have food in stock. , have all fled 800 miles away. To take these 30,000 tribesmen, we have to find 10,000 fighting men ourselves, which will deprive our hometown of 10,000 grain men, and reduce this year’s autumn harvest by at least 10%!… "

"And for these 40,000 people to travel 800 miles south, we have to pay for the food ourselves! Then we will stay in the south for half a year until the autumn harvest. Which Huastec tribe can afford to feed us? There is only Crow City, a thousand miles away! ...You should calculate this account carefully! Is it possible that we really want to attack the Silver Crow Alliance, attack Crow City in one go, and kill 20,000 tribesmen?!..."

Amosi sighed heavily, stretched out his rough fingers that had taken the spear and planted them on the ground, and opened them one by one to show them to his two henchmen. Although he was just a small tribe chief at first, he has traveled thousands of miles over the years, seen the big world, and led the increasingly larger Red Crow tribe. He has been diligent in learning... but is far more powerful than anyone else in the tribe. See clearly!

"Forty thousand safari tribesmen went south, bringing with them more than two months' worth of food at most! Don't worry about the supply at the rear. There is no surplus food at all, and it's impossible to transport food during spring plowing. Then you have to eat wherever you go, and when you encounter Eat wherever you go! Within one month, walk eight hundred miles across the river to the territory of the Silver Crow Alliance. Then rob the villages when you see them, kill the tribes when you see them, and kill them to the edge of Crow City in half a month! At that time, It is estimated that there is still food for the last half to a month, so we must attack Crow City and completely rob their city-state’s food reserves to survive!…”

"Ah! Breaking the wealthy Crow City and robbing the Silver Crow Alliance is like breaking the Otter City!...Okay! Amo! As long as you give the order, everyone will bring their elites and fight you to the end!..."

Hearing this, Mozzi and Zukata both had excitement in their eyes. However, Amosi raised his legs with two kicks, causing the two cronies to almost fall down.

"Damn it! You two only know how to fight, can you use your brains! Attack Crow City within a month? How can it be that easy! Not to mention the Silver Crow Alliance itself, which can gather tens of thousands of militiamen... If they are really anxious, Go to the Totonak Alliance in the southeast for help, and ask those southern city-states to send a large number of warriors with bows to help defend the city... How many casualties will we have to pay to break the city wall?... What's more, if they hold us back, While asking for help from the Qingqiu tribes to the west... Then we will be really in danger!..."

"It's not like you haven't seen the cunning wild wolf of Paramo! The old fox of Otuva, the red fox, also led the red fox tribe to defect to him early last year... Now, he has won the Huastec territory to the west. , are working hard to lead the tribes down from the wilderness! We all went so far south, completely exposing our backs and buttocks to him. Can he resist showing his teeth or bite us?! ...If he led his tribe to raid Red Crow City, take away our lair, and occupy the northeast without leaving...then we would be stray wild dogs who have lost their lair, and we will be dead snakes that have been cut off by seven inches!..."

"What? That old guy from Red Fox O'Toua is still alive? He actually defected to Balamo?..."

"Ah?! That ruthless guy from Paramo? Isn't he one of the great chiefs of the great chief of Death? Will he come to raid us and steal our territory?..."

Hearing this, Mozzi and Zukata stood blankly on the spot, with rare nervousness on their faces. They actually don't care much about the Totonac Alliance in the south, which is said to be very powerful. Because no matter how powerful the opponent is, it will be difficult for them to send out an army thousands of miles north to reach the Red Crow's lair. However, the Qingqiu tribes located in the upper reaches of the southwest are dominated by tribes descended from the wilderness dogs, and have Paramo as their chief. They are almost another replica of the Red Crow Alliance. The canine descendants of the Qingqiu tribes are really capable of marching more than 600 miles from the east of Huanggu City to steal the red crow's lair...

"You guys! Listen more to what's going on in the south, don't just look at what's happening in front of you! The Mexica's Chief Cactus recruited the Chief Death away and took him with him south to fight! And Páramo, the God of Death, The big chief’s dog has lost its leash a long time ago and turned into an ambitious and greedy wild wolf... I have always been wary of him, just like I am wary of the hunters wandering in front of my house!..."

"The Guakili tribe and the Bossaros tribe under him already know each other and are even familiar with each other. If he is given the opportunity to steal our nest, he can easily annex it. Kill more than 100,000 of our tribesmen..."

"And as long as he eats us, he will transform from a dangerous wild wolf into a truly powerful brown bear! By that time, he will occupy this remote and vast wilderness grassland and control hundreds of thousands of wilderness grassland tribesmen. I am afraid that he will Even the Great Chief of Death has a hard time controlling him!…”

"Ancestors! The untenable grassland tribe, the fleeing Silver Crow Alliance, the troublesome Totonak people, and the dangerous Qingqiu tribe! Hiss! This situation..."

Mozzi and Zukata fell silent after hearing Chief Amosi's analysis of breaking it into pieces. They finally realized that things were really difficult to handle now.

"Amo, you are blessed by your ancestors. You are the chief of the tribe who was divined by the Zuma priests and recognized by Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother!... You always have a way, and everyone obeys you! What do you think we should do this time?... "

"What should we do? Hey... with these tens of thousands of extra mouths, we can only move forward, one step at a time!"

Amosi rubbed his forehead vigorously and seemed to have aged a bit. He thought for a long time before speaking again.

"Ancestors witness! We are short of food, so we must either rob it or... borrow it!"

"Ah? Borrow?...Who can we borrow from? Who will lend us food?..."

"Ha! The grassland tribes in the north have all experienced the cold wave, and they are all moving south now. It is the time when they are the poorest and most hungry. Of course we can only borrow from the south! Bring the 30,000 tribes who cannot feed themselves to the south, and first suppress them in the Tanzanian On the front line of Penghe, we are making preparations to send out troops to rob, while we are asking the Qingqiu, Silver Crow and Totonak alliance in the south to borrow it!..."

At this moment, Amosi narrowed his eyes and looked at the southern sky, finally showing a bit of the fierceness of a great chief. His voice was low and hoarse, like the crow of a crow, but also had the tenacity of the wilderness.

"Send an envoy to ask Paramo of Qingqiu to borrow it! Tell him that if you lend us food this year, we will pay him back 20% more next year... If you don't lend us, we will take 50,000 warriors to his Qingqiu tribe. Looking for something to eat!…”

"Send another envoy to borrow from Papata of Silver Crow! Tell him that we have encountered a cold wave and the entire tribe has nothing to eat! Lend us food to survive this year, and we will not beat him in the future. If If you don’t lend us food, we will send hundreds of thousands of tribes southward and eat up all their Huastec tribes!…”

"Well, let's finally send a group of envoys to find the furthest female chieftain of Totonac and paddle away from the sea! Just say..."

Having said this, Amosi paused and pursed his lips, thinking that he would never be able to get to Totonak's side. He then changed his tone to a pleading tone and gave serious instructions.

"Let's just say...I beg the generous, powerful and kind-hearted Chief Snake Mother! For the sake of believing in the Lord God, and for the fact that Red Crow has always respected the God of Death, Chief Chief, please lend us a batch of food!..."

"I heard that the Totonac people are fighting in the east. We can send people to help them fight!... If she lends us three thousand people's food for a year, we will send her one thousand soldiers. And if she is willing to lend us thirty thousand If you give us a year's worth of food for a man, we will send ten thousand grassland tribesmen who are brave and good at fighting and fearless of death to go to the east to fight for the Totonak Alliance!"

"Of course, we don't have any ships, so they have to send their own ships to transport food. One hand will hand over the food, and the other hand will hand over the talents!..."

After hearing these words, Mozzi and Zukata looked at each other, dumbfounded.