Aztec Eternals

The rustling autumn wind blew across the valley, yellowing the shallow trees in the wilderness, and also brought the chill of cold. The leader of Chichika died in the first battle, and Guaquili's ministries lost their fighting spirit. In the next few days, the Mexica Legion rushed all the way, chasing death and chasing the north, recruiting and surrendering.

Red monkey chief Ozoma did not break his promise. He left for only one day, and returned with Red Deer chief Massat, and dedicated the city of Palms in the center of the valley.

Under the leadership of the two chiefs of Guajili, Xiu Luote led his army slowly to the north, approaching the fertile valley with a radius of tens of miles. The banner of the black wolf was flying high, and thousands of armored warriors were full of fear. Everyone walked through the harvested farmland and the tribesmen who were afraid of lying on the ground, and finally came to a small and simple town in the past.

The area of ​​the small town is not small, but it is not a city in the strict sense. To be precise, this place is more like a large tribal camp. It is only surrounded by a low wall with a height of one person, plus a surrounding fence. The low city walls are not completely closed, leaving a large opening in the west. The opening is close to the meandering river, and thousands of acres of farmland have been opened up. There are no canals in the farmland, and it all depends on the streams in the mountains. At this time, it is full of withered and yellow straw.

"The defense is rough, the terrain is open, and there is no city wall to rely on. No wonder Qichika is guarding Taniguchi."

Xiulot stopped in front of the small town, watched carefully for a while, and then asked in a deep voice.

"This is Palms City?"

"Yes, respected Great Chief Death!"

Ozoma stood beside him with a respectful expression.

"It is the last city on the thousands of miles of wilderness in the Northland! Further north from here is the Satskas Wilderness where we Guakili people have lived for generations. The wasteland stretches for more than two thousand miles, and it is full of A hunter-gatherer tribe. In the northeast of the wilderness are the tribes of Koavek along the Bravo River, and in the northwest are the tribes of Concho along the Concho River. Further north, it is said that there are countless safari tribes. Only the elders The wasteland priests can say a thing or two."

Shulot nodded slowly while listening to Ozoma's narration. He silently looked towards the north, where the brown mountains undulated and stretched, and the green cacti went away a little bit, as if it was going to the end of the world.

The Bravo River is later known as the fifth longest river in North America, the Rio Grande. It originated in the mountains of Colorado and has a length of more than 3,000 kilometers. The upper reaches of the Long River pass through New Mexico, and the 2,000 kilometers downstream is the natural US-Mexico border. Along both sides of the long river, there are many hunting-gathering tribes, which are collectively known as "The Southwest Aboriginal Tribes" (The Southwest) in North America in later generations.

Among them, the names of many tribes were recorded in history in the resistance to the expansion of the Yankees and have been handed down to later generations. On the upper reaches of the river are the Navajos close to the Great Basin, the Apaches who are brave and good at fighting, and the Mescalero people in the mountain forests; on the lower reaches of the rivers are the Toboso the Toboso, the Lipan on the border of the Great Plains, and the tribes of Coahuiltec as far down as the Caribbean estuary.

Most of the tribes in the upper reaches of the river lived on hunting, and they were always light and fast. The further down the Changhe River one goes, the higher the proportion of the gathering population among the tribes is, and on the coast of the Caribbean Sea, almost all of them are farming tribes, and their temperaments are more docile.

The Concho River to the west of the Badlands is a southwest tributary of the upper Rio Grande. There are also tens of thousands of hunting tribes living there. Opata, Pima, Tarahumar, Jumano, and the Concho tribes that closely follow the Eight Canines .

Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes slightly. There are too many North American Indian tribes that perished in the brutal expansion of the Yankees. Millions of aborigines were forced to relocate, exterminated and massacred, without even leaving any names, which were deliberately forgotten by the writers of history. Since he came here, as the king among the aborigines, he is determined to change everything, no matter how long it takes!

In this era, if you want to cross the endless forests, grasslands and Gobi, and go deep into the wild and wild North American continent, you cannot rely on difficult land routes. There are only three long rivers: the St. Lawrence River in the north and the Great Lakes Basin, and the Mississippi in the south River Basin, and the Grande River Basin in the Southwest.

"Only by relying on the three long rivers can we communicate with the Indian ministries in North America, spread religious beliefs, establish trade routes, and even establish affiliation relations to resist the colonists who are constantly coming from the west. The St. Lawrence River is too far away, and the Mississippi River is too difficult. Only the Rio Grande is close at hand."

Xiulot's thoughts flew to the distance, thinking about the long time and space. Those who don't plan for the whole world can't plan for a moment; those who don't plan for the overall situation can't plan for a region. For this vast continent, he has too many visions, plans, and ambitions. It's just that it will be too far in the future.

A thousand miles begin with a single step. Right now, this small city of Palms will be the farthest that the Black Wolf King Banner has reached during the Northern Expedition.

Thousands of personal guards first entered the city to set up defenses. Afterwards, Bertard came out of the city, nodded to indicate safety, and the king's flag of the black wolf moved again.

When Shulot stepped into the city, he saw low thatched huts and large huts. In the corner of the city, there are scattered farmland and domesticated turkeys. On both sides of the dirt road, thousands of dog-born tribes were kneeling, welcoming the arrival of the Great Chief Death. The great chief walked all the way to the center of the small town before he saw the first stone building, a small and dilapidated temple.

In front of the temple is a vast square with a newly built wasteland altar in the center. Various red flags were inserted under the altar, surrounded by piles of bull head bones and abstract strange wood carvings.

"This is the altar built by the Zuma Priest Commander. It was originally used to prepare the sacred wilderness sacrifice, offering sacrifices to all the serfs and captives."

Ozoma kept observing the expression of the great chief, and explained in a timely manner.

Shulot looked at the shape of the altar and nodded slightly. A few days ago, the scouts had already reported the movements in the city.

"That's right! This altar is in line with the traditions of the wasteland. As long as the logo of the main god is added, it can be used as an altar for the main god's great sacrifice. After a lot of work, Chichika not only built the altar for himself, but also saved me a lot of effort. "

The king smiled, then looked around and ordered loudly.

"Put the banner of the main god on the altar! Then arrange various 'gems' produced by the kingdom. The war priests prepare the holy fire and blood wine in advance. I want to combine the conversion ceremony with the god sacrifice ceremony!"

"Praise the lord god! Praise the god-inspired suzerain sacrifice!"

The priests accompanying the army bowed in response, and immediately began to prepare. Since the kingdom began to produce "gemstones", the sacrificial ceremony has been simplified a lot. The group of priests does not need to carry heavy gold and silver ritual vessels, and can directly replace them with hundreds of catties of "gems". There are too many "gems" fired in the kingdom, and the accumulated gems cannot be sold at once, so they are all used in sacrificial ceremonies and noble tombs.

"Where are the serfs and captives in the city now? Show me!"

After arranging all this, Shulot looked at Ozoma again. Chief Red Monkey bowed his head and continued to lead the way. Soon, in the corner of the city, a lifeless camp appeared in front of everyone.

"Great Chief, there are about 6,000 serfs and captives from various ministries being imprisoned here. They were originally prepared sacrifices, but they were not processed in time when the ministries fled."

Ozoma pointed at the camp with a nervous and worried expression.

There were hundreds of dog-born warriors guarding the camp, and they all threw away their weapons and knelt down on the ground. Through the fence, Shulot watched the thousands of people in the camp. They all looked numb, ragged, and emaciated. The guard dog-born leader just shouted a few words, and they knelt down on the ground in fear, not daring to look at the armored warrior.

Tens of thousands of Otomi settled in the valley of Palms, and now only these 6,000 young men and women are left. On the wider wilderness outside the valley, the fields have long been barren, and the villages are all dead.

"Fighting the city to fight, killing Yingcheng. Parmus City, it can be regarded as a cleansing."

Shulot shook his head. The Otomi nobles in the valley are almost dead, and the rest will be sealed around the Red Fox Valley. Palms City will be designated as the territory directly under the kingdom, and the serfs and captives will be restored as civilians, busy farming for the kingdom. As for the few Otomi nobles among the captives, the kingdom will partially recognize their identities and then transfer them to other places.

Thinking of this, the king glanced at Ozuma and said in a deep voice.

"I said that the tribes of Guajili who surrendered will not be sacrificed."

Hearing this, Ozoma finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the kingdom doesn't liquidate the massacres of Guajili's ministries, and everyone surrenders, there will be no psychological burden, and it doesn't matter who they are loyal to. The Confederacy of the South was not only rich and powerful, but equally remote. Waiting for the Mexica Legion to go south, the situation in the Northland is not yet.

"However, the Guajili tribe who surrendered will go southward, cross the river in batches, and migrate to the hinterland of the kingdom! There is more fertile land and sufficient water sources there. As long as they submit to the kingdom, they will all be my people , I will treat everyone equally!"

The words of the king came again. The two chiefs of Guajili looked at each other, and their hearts shivered.

"Great chief, our tribes of Guakili have lived in the wasteland for generations, and this is our root! We moved south to the south of the great river."

Shulot cast his eyes calmly, and Ozoma's words stopped abruptly. He looked at the two of them blankly for a while before speaking without any doubt.

"The Guakili tribe must move! The belief in the Lord God must be spread! Go, tell your tribe, get ready for the conversion ceremony in a few days!"

".Follow your orders, my wolf king."

Ozoma fell to the ground for a moment, and finally answered softly. And Massat's expression changed for a long time, and he kowtowed heavily to the ground.

"Go down!"

Shulot waved his hand, and the two chiefs bowed their heads and left. He looked to the side again, the warrior commander looked calm, but kept holding the battle stick in his right hand.

"Bothard, I will rest in the city tonight. You go to sort out the food in the city, and take out some priests and warriors to appease the serfs and captives in the camp. Send envoys to bring all the chiefs of the city over one by one, Greetings to Wang Qi!"

The warrior commander nodded and strode forward to make arrangements. Under the leadership of the two chiefs, the various tribes of Guajili surrendered one after another, and they all camped outside the city of Palms. At this moment, there are more than 10,000 Southern coalition troops stationed near the small town, and about 20,000 dog-born tribes who have surrendered, so they need to be on guard.

The setting sun is slowly setting, casting its afterglow on the vast land. The Palms Valley is narrow and wide, and the sound of distant battles still echoes from the mouths of the East and West Valleys, like the end of the Northern Expedition.

A kestrel spreads its wings and rises above the mountains. It looked at the tribal people fleeing in a panic, and at the samurai who were chasing and surrounding them, and went to the northeast sky without looking back. It knows that there is more food, more tribes, and more rivers, which flow into the endless lake.

Thank you for your great support! In the past two days, I have sorted out the materials of the various Indian ministries in North America, and also thought about the follow-up arrangements. At the end of the chapter, there is a map of the distribution of the aborigines in the easter egg chapter. Those who are interested can study it. Cheers to the new January! (_)