Aztec Eternals

"Go outside the tent and receive five lashes!"

Chichika looked stern, and shouted in a deep voice. Wearing a wolf robe, he sat cross-legged in the spacious main tent, surrounded by tribal leaders on both sides. The tribal council is being held, and all the chiefs are participating together to decide the future of the Guajili Alliance. And Chief Red Dog, wearing a long crown of eagle feathers, sat on a buffalo blanket at the top, with a large withered head of a buffalo behind him.

The bison is the largest land animal of the northern wilderness, or even the entire continent. It is nearly two meters tall and weighs up to one ton. It runs extremely fast, has a violent and irritable temperament, and is very aggressive and dangerous. All the ministries of the wilderness take the hunting of bison as a symbol of bravery. This bison was Chichika's prey when he was young, and he personally beheaded it and made it into a specimen. At this moment, the huge bull's head is placed in the main tent, which not only shows the fearlessness and bravery of the chief, but also declares his unquestioned leadership status.

Uman tore off the cotton armor on his upper body, naked upper body, and strode out of the tent to be punished. He gritted his teeth fiercely, without saying a word, and let another guard whip his whip vigorously. The whip fell, making a piercing crackling sound, leaving bloodstains on the flesh. There was a swish on Uman's head, and large beads of sweat emerged. After receiving the punishment, he still gritted his teeth, walked back to the main tent with the scars on his back, and knelt down in front of the chief.

"Uman, do you know your mistake?"

Chichika looked at the bright red behind the guard, and spoke slightly.

"I know I was wrong! This attack was unfavorable, the elite lost too much, and Toch was killed!"

Uman gritted his teeth and lowered his head to answer.

A large tribe in the wasteland usually has a population of about 5,000, and usually has more than 2,000 men who can fight, including 300 to 400 elite redheads. The living environment in the wasteland is harsh, food and materials are scarce, and the climate is changing rapidly. It is difficult to form an overly large tribe in one place.

The Red Dog tribe is the largest tribe on the wasteland. They merged all the way when they went south, and now they have nearly 10,000 people, more than 4,000 warriors, and 800 elite redheads. In today's battle, four to five hundred tribal fighters who are good at fighting, and a hundred elite red-haired hunters lost!

Thinking of this, Chichika felt a pain in her heart. Tribal fighters are fine, they can be recruited from various ministries. The red-haired hunter has excellent shooting skills, but it is difficult to easily supplement. He shook the long dagger at his waist, suppressed the urge to kill, and then looked at Uman again.

"Uman, you just said that the leader of Otomi on the opposite side was shot with dozens of arrows and survived?"

"Yes, chief! The last Otomi leader was shot by us for one round, and he died completely. This one, after several rounds, is fine, and the skin is thicker than an armadillo!"

Uman nodded resentfully, with unwillingness on his face. He failed to kill the opposing leader in one fell swoop during the raid. The Ottopan warriors therefore settled down and formed a battle formation to resist, causing many casualties.

"Thick skin? I seem to have heard it somewhere. It seems that there are many thick-skinned warriors in the cactus tribe. Ottowa once sent an envoy, saying that this is a kind of expensive and strong armor. As long as you defeat the cactus tribe, you can get the thick skin. .”

Chichika tried to remember. The five divisions of the Red Dog Alliance have been operating farther north. They have not fought much with the Mexica coalition forces, and they are not familiar with the opponent's tactics and equipment. After thinking for a moment, Chief Red Dog slapped his thigh violently.

"By the way! Two days ago, a tribe escaped from the Red Fox Valley. What's their name?"

"Chief, it's the Red Crow Tribe. They also brought a few small tribes over, and now they're all merged together. I went there as an envoy. There are more than 2,000 tribesmen, Zhan Ding is in his early 800s, and Red Hair is 1200. .But it is a small tribe after all, and there is actually a young girl among the red-haired warriors."

The guard curled his lips, obviously disdainful.

"More than 2,000 people, it's not considered a small tribe. There are quite a few women in the wasteland who are good at shooting!"

Chichika smiled and didn't care. He just kept asking.

"Red Crow Tribe, where are you now?"

"They took the mountain road farther north, and they are now camping in the Palms Valley by the river outside the small town. Well, they seem to want to continue migrating eastward along the Tampen River."

"You go, go now!"

Chichika ordered without hesitation. He needs more information on the southern tribes.

"Tell the Red Crow tribe that they have been recruited! Ordinary soldiers can stay in the camp, but the redheads must be sent to fight. By the way, let their chiefs come over and listen to me by my side!"

The personal guard bowed his head to accept the order, and then he went out of the camp to the east. Chief Red Dog looked at Uman again.

"Uman, the wolves hunt only for a moment! After you failed the raid in this battle, you are still entangled. You should be punished! However, you charge yourself, as brave and fearless as a bison, and you deserve a reward! Well, I gave you just now Five lashes for punishment, now it’s time to reward you. From my back account, choose a noble Otomi girl, and I will reward you!”

"Ah! Listen to you, Chief! Aww."

Uman showed joy and kowtowed to the ground.

"Haha, come down, my bison!"

Seeing the warrior's obedience, Chichika nodded in satisfaction and continued to discuss military affairs with the tribal leaders. He sat in the main seat, and as long as he gave a few brief instructions, the leaders of all ministries nodded in agreement. Even the chiefs of large tribes were often submissive. This kind of primary and secondary status is completely different from the three parts in the Red Fox Valley.

"Chichika leader. The scouts reported that the Red Fox Valley had fallen, and they had been guarding for less than ten days! As a result, Otuwa fled, Mizli was captured, and Miwa surrendered. A total of 20,000 wilderness tribes were reduced to free Sacrifice disposed of by the Aztecs!"

Speaking of this, the red monkey chief Ozoma's eyes flickered. He looked at the worried chiefs of the various tribes, and then at Chichika at the top.

"Now, the army of the cactus tribe is rushing here like an unstoppable bison. The cactus warriors are menacing, and they are as fierce as jaguars. The wolves in the wasteland never do risky fights. The vast wasteland is enough for us to stay away from danger and strange things. Chica, are we going to back off a bit or two?"

"No! Ozoma, we cannot retreat."

Chichika answered clearly. He cast his eyes, staring closely at Ozoma's eyes, full of the authority of a leader.

"Now the old camps of various tribes are all in the Palms Valley in the northeast. Tens of thousands of hungry tribesmen are waiting for food. But seeing that the corn is about to mature and the harvest is just around the corner, how can they leave at this time?!"

Then, Chief Red Dog paused, with killing intent on his face.

"The red fox valley fell so quickly, it was because the red fox tribe took the lead in escaping! Ozoma, do you want to take the lead in escaping?"

Facing Chief Red Dog's questioning, Chief Red Monkey's heart trembled. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly, he faltered and said in a low voice.

"Uh, respected Chief Chichika. Of course I am, acting with the ministries."

"Okay, remember your promise!"

Chichika slapped the cowhide under her body, making a loud snap. He looked around and looked fiercely at the leaders of the various ministries. Some leaders nodded in agreement, while others were still worried. Chief Red Dog thought for a while, and spoke encouragingly.

"Dear chiefs, we have more than 60,000 tribes in our hands! Counting healthy women who can shoot arrows, each tribe can gather 30,000 soldiers! And the coalition army on the opposite side has no more than 20,000 to 30,000 people at most. There are so many Otomi dogs. There are only a few thousand cactus warriors who are good at fighting! They still have to leave troops to defend and maintain the food road. As long as we occupy the dangerous points and harass the opponent's food road, we will be able to defend the valley!"

"The Palms Valley, fifty miles to the northeast of us, is blessed by our ancestors and promised us our homeland! It stretches fifty miles from east to west, and thirty to forty miles from north to south. It is surrounded by mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack! In the middle of the valley there is a wide Tempen The river flows all the way to the east, irrigating the fertile land. This is a rare fertile soil in the north, as long as you plant seeds, you can harvest a lot of food!"

"With such a rich place, do you still want to go back to the barren wasteland? After living in a comfortable stone house, do you still want to eat and sleep in the wind? What's more, even the women in the south are whiter and more beautiful than the women in the tribe. Bigger and softer, I won’t shoot you with a bow at every turn!”

Hearing this, the leaders laughed and uttered obscenities, all expressing their agreement. Palms Valley is extremely rich, without worrying about cold currents or water sources, it can grow a lot of food. You can also fish in the river, and there are many birds and animals in the mountains. This is a wonderful place that was unimaginable before the various ministries of the wasteland went south.

Seeing the expressions of the leaders, Chichika grinned and put away her killing intent. There are already ten thousand people in the tribes directly under his hands, and more than sixty thousand tribes in the wilderness who obey his orders. There has never been such a large tribal alliance gathered in the wasteland, and only the fertile south can support it.

As the leader of tens of thousands of Guajili people, Chief Red Dog has no inherited experience to refer to, nor does he have the tradition of the wasteland to support him. He can only rely on the force directly under him and the prestige of the leader to rule so many tribes. For the warriors of various tribes, he rewarded and punished them to collect the morale of the soldiers; for the ordinary chiefs, he gave riches and goods to appease the hearts of the people; After being so busy for half a year, I finally managed to manage all the departments in my hands.

However, the premise of all this is that he cannot be defeated, nor can he retreat. Defeat will damage prestige and attract challenges from ambitious people. And once they leave the rich Palms Valley, there is no such fertile land for support, and the gathered ministries will disperse in a rush, and return to the state of scattered sand on the wasteland again. At that time, the so-called leader of the alliance will exist in name only.

Having tasted power, Chief Red Dog never wanted to let it go. Seeing the wealth and weakness of the southern tribes, he ignited greater ambitions. At this moment, desire is like a herd of galloping beasts, galloping in the heart of the leader of the wasteland. He looked at the crowd again and howled like a wolf.

"Aww! Our ancestors bless us! Chiefs, we are stationed here to fight against the invading enemies! Burn and cut down trees, build stones, and strengthen the camps in the mountains. Prepare your bows and arrows, and wait for the cactus tribe to come Send to death!"