Aztec Eternals

"Daddy! You're back!"

The girl moved very quickly, and ran to her eyes in two steps. Her eyes are bright, with the sharpness of a hunter, and her eyebrows are raised, with the confidence of a warrior. The majestic eyebrows and the raised corners of the mouth, put together, turned out to be a somewhat delicate face.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Amoxi showed rare kindness and tenderness on his face. He reached out and stroked the short hair of the other party.

"Alan, I'm back! What's going on in the tribe while I'm away?"

"Father, the pumpkins in the tribe are ripe, and everyone is busy harvesting melons these days. Seeing us harvesting pumpkins, many homeless people from ordinary tribes are wandering around. Soldiers carry weapons day and night and sleep by the fence. , Be wary of these people!"

Alan Nu pursed his lips, and pointed to the figure looking in the distance. Her movements are quick, and there are calluses left by archery on her tiger's mouth and fingers. The skin on her arms is a healthy wheat color, and she has a wild and vigorous beauty.

Amoxi looked over there, and saw a few thin figures, carrying crude weapons, looking into the pumpkin field from a distance. It's just that it's too far away to see the specific appearance clearly. The red-haired soldier raised his brows, showing some awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Recently, many ordinary tribes have gone north, and they are very short of food. In order to compete for food, people die in the valley every day. Alan, take a bow and arrow later, and shoot these people with me! Keep two alive, Examine their origins. Just in time, Ivican will come tonight, he is a member of the Red Fox Tribe, let him be a witness!"

"good!"

Alan nodded sharply, and reached out to shake the bow and arrow behind his back. She is a hunter in the wilderness, and she has long turned a blind eye to death. Then, the girl took out two pairs of sharp rat teeth from her bosom, and smiled brightly.

"Father, I shot two groundhogs yesterday morning! I have already processed the meat, and I will treat you and Uncle Ivican to a barbecue tonight. Hehe, just in time to ask about archery."

"Groundhogs, two? Alan, did you shoot them?"

Amoxi was a little surprised. The marmot is one of the most familiar animals to the wildlanders. They are very alert, run very fast, and are particularly good at punching holes. Commonly used hunter traps are not enough to trap groundhogs, but shooting this nimble little creature can be difficult.

"Yes, Father. When the pumpkins in the field are ripe, the groundhogs will definitely come. I took a bow the night before and slept in the field early. I waited until early in the morning, and a few groundhogs came to nibble , I raised my hand and shot one dead! The others scattered and ran away, and I shot two more arrows at the entrance of the cave, and another one was caught!"

Alan showed a happy smile, and shook the two pairs of rat teeth vigorously in his hand.

"Two, two! One is so fat that it has three catties of meat without the skin!"

"Haha, patience, quick response, and smart Alan, you are a natural hunter!"

Amoshi laughed in admiration. He fondly rubbed the girl's head.

"After this battle is over, I'll teach you all the housekeeping skills of a scout, and I'll take you to hunt two Otomi dogs!"

"Father, my archery has already surpassed yours! You promised before that as long as my archery surpasses yours, you will let me join the scout team. I want to be a scout now!"

Alan's eyes widened, looking at Amoxi expectantly. Amosi scowled.

"No, what kind of scouts are you now! Cactus tribe warriors are too dangerous, we'll wait until the battle is over!"

Hearing Dad's refusal, Alan lowered his head in disappointment. She was sullen and whispered to herself.

"Hmph! It's not like I haven't seen the warriors of the cactus tribe. They are the ones I want to kill."

"Why"

Hearing the girl's words, Amoxi sighed, and some long-ago images emerged from his mind. At that time, the girl was only eleven or twelve years old, and she was walking hard to the north along the Sierra Madre alone. She was wearing a small vest, carrying a dagger and a hunting bow, and carrying a small bag of food that was almost finished, and she was as dirty as a wild man. When I first met her, when I saw her obsidian dagger, I thought it was a lost boy from a tribal chief, so I brought it back to the tribe. Unexpectedly, in the end, she raised her own daughter

Amosi recalled for a while, smiled softly, and then asked solemnly.

"Alan, you lived in the land of the Vastecs to the east. How was the situation there?"

"Ah, the east side? There is much more food in the east than here, more animals, more trees, and green everywhere!"

Alan raised his head, frowning in thought.

"As for the Wastec people, I was young at the time. I just remember that there were occasional Wastec merchants who came to the tribe to trade. They were friendly, they didn't like to wear clothes, and they liked to dance. The tribes in the east are different from those in the north. They seldom fight each other. .but the cactus tribe's captive party will be frequent."

Speaking of this, Alan's voice gradually became low, and there seemed to be flames hidden in his eyes. Amoxi shook his head, and lovingly rubbed the girl's hair.

"Well, there is plenty of food, I like to dance, and I rarely fight. It's good! Alan, I'll report to the chief first, and I'll come back to you later!"

"Got it, Dad."

Amoxi waved his hand, full of thoughts, and continued to stride forward. He quickly came to the leader's longhouse in the center of the camp, opened the curtain directly, and got in.

Ordinary dog-born tribes are poor and white, or even poor enough to form a divide between the rich and the poor. It is said here that it is the chief's longhouse, but it is actually low and narrow. If it is placed in the alliance or kingdom in the south, it can only be regarded as the house of ordinary civilians. The house is filled with a strong smell of herbs, and bones of various animals are placed everywhere. And a lean figure sat cross-legged among the piles of herbs and animal bones.

Hearing the sound, Kakalo, the leader of the "crow" in his fifties, raised his head and looked at the number one soldier who walked in with a bow.

"Amosi, you're back! How's the situation in the south?"

"It's still the same. The cactus tribe's army has not moved for the time being, probably waiting for the food in the future."

"Is there any news from the three major tribes? Has each tribe been mobilized?"

"The surrounding tribes are mobilizing, and a lot of tribal warriors have gathered in the valley. According to Ivican, the three tribes are preparing to fight the south until the corn is harvested. However, Chief Otuwa has collected a lot of food. Know if you will retreat."

On Kakalo's old face, there was a pair of deep eyes. Hearing this, he said with certainty.

"Otuwa, this old fox! Over the years, I have never seen him fight a losing battle. The red fox tribe has already collected enough food. If the main force of the coalition forces from the south comes around and the losses of the soldiers increase, the old fox will definitely die. Escape! Well, although the terrain of this valley is good, I'm afraid it won't last long!"

"Ah?! Autua is now the leader of all the tribes in the valley! If he really ran away during the war, he would be a fart! The red cat and red frog occupied the marching passage of the valley entrance, so how could he be allowed to run away? "

Amoxi was a little worried. He looked at the old chief, but the other shook his head.

"Let's watch the red cat and the red frog chief, we have to get ready! Five hundred men have been mobilized to fight in the tribe, and all the weapons seized before have been distributed. According to your information earlier, the fields planted There are a lot of early-ripening pumpkins. After harvesting this time, they will be able to handle it for a few months."

"Chief, since the tribe has some food, why don't we leave the valley where the tribe gathers and retreat first?"

Amoxi paused, his expression flickering, but he didn't feel ashamed. For the dog descendants of the Northland, the primary issue to consider is the survival of the tribe, the number of people, and the amount of food. Therefore, there is no shame in escaping, and the most important thing is to live. As for the glory and beliefs, they are all the painstaking things made by the various ministries in the south after eating and drinking.

Kakalo thought for a moment, shaking the wrinkles on his face, and shook his head.

"Not now. The three major tribes have issued an order to obey the recruitment. We are affiliated with the Red Fox tribe, and we are watched by countless eyes. Besides, there are several tribes blocking the way outside, and there are scouts from the big tribe patrolling Now everyone still wants to fight. If we escape first, once we are caught, the flag will be sacrificed. Only when everyone doesn't want to fight, or when the fighting is too fierce to take care of, is the best opportunity for the tribe to retreat! "

Amoshi lowered his eyes. After a while, he sighed.

"Chief, the cactus tribe is really good at fighting. If you encounter such a powerful tribe, according to the tradition of the wasteland, you might as well surrender earlier!"

"Confused! Amoxi, are you scared out of your wits by the cactus tribe? Telling such nonsense, how can I trust the tribe to you! Cough cough."

Hearing this, Kakalo suddenly became angry, and then coughed vigorously. Amosi hurried forward and carefully helped the old chief. After a while, Kakalo calmed down a bit. He said in a low voice.

"Amosi, the traditions of the wasteland are only valid for the dog tribes on the wasteland! These southern tribes, although their ancestors came from the wasteland, have forgotten their roots and recognized others as their ancestors! They don't even regard us as the same kind , how can we trust them and hand over the wealth and life of the tribe!"

"Besides, who do you surrender to? The cactus tribe? What is their reputation? Capturing young men, sacrificing noble chiefs, and attacking other tribes. After decades, even the most distant Zacatecas people know their brutality .”

"As for the Otomi tribe, how many Otomi dogs have we killed? At that time, there was no food in everyone's hands, and there were not many prisoners. All the chieftains of the state were exterminated. This kind of hatred, falling into the hands of the Otomi people, has not swallowed us alive!"

Amoxi closed his eyes and nodded slowly. He was silent for a while before opening his eyes again.

"Chief, when you meet a hostile tribe in the wasteland, you can fight if you can beat them, run if you can't beat them, and surrender if you can't escape. Now that you can't beat them and you can't surrender, you have to think about where to run! Come see you Before, I suddenly had an idea"

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Kakalo opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to listen. Amoshi spoke in a low voice. After a long time, the old chief nodded heavily.

"If that's the case, it's a way out. We Guakili people never worry about the distance, nor are we afraid of facing a fight. It's just that we have to go through two more difficulties along the way! Well, maybe we can still contact a few more people. with a tribe that has food."

Low whispers disappeared in the hut, and the faint fragrance of medicine wafted into the distance. The sun is gradually setting to the west, and the shadow of the hut is projected to the east, as if pointing a new direction.

Ah, before I know it, I have been writing for a whole year. I am very touched. Hugging the cat, let’s cheer together~(_)