Aztec Eternals

The chief's camp is plain and simple, smelling of leather and herbs. The father and daughter sat on the ground, looking at a crude map, discussing the whereabouts of tens of thousands of Red Crow tribes.

"Father, how far is this big lake?"

Alan opened his eyes wide, looking at the north of the map, the big lake where Amoxi's finger landed, his eyes flickered.

"Is it the big lake we saw when we conquered thousands of Bossalos tribes?"

"Yes! This lake is very big. It is more than seventy miles long from north to south, and more than ten miles wide from east to west. According to the name of the Bossalos, it is called the 'Warrior's Lake'. And its location is far from us. The camp is more than four hundred miles away!"

Amosi swiped his fingers and drew a huge circle around Warrior Lake (now Las Adjuntas Lake, five or six hundred miles away from the US-Mexico border).

"Alan, I asked the leader of the Bossalos tribe, and I sent Mozi to check on the spot. There are hills on the east side of Warrior Lake, which can slightly block the summer hurricane. And the west side of Warrior Lake is a wasteland. The border of hundreds of miles of towering mountains extending from north to south is a natural barrier for the tribe. Five or six rivers flow down from the mountains and flow eastward into Warrior Lake."

"The west side, north side, and south side of the Great Lake are more than a hundred miles away. There are large flat riverside fertile soils, which are suitable for growing corn, kidney beans and pumpkins. The Great Lake itself also produces a lot of fish and shrimp! As long as you occupy this Great Lake Let the Vastec people who are good at farming reclaim farmland, and the wilderness tribes who are good at hunting hunt animals and fish, and the tribe will not be short of food!"

Hearing this, Alan's eyes flickered. She recalled the scene around Warrior Lake, a vast lake with sparkling water and winding rivers. And the fish danced on the lake, and the deer ran through the tall grass. It is indeed a fertile land and a hunting ground for the Bossalos. Two years ago, five thousand Red Crow warriors went north to overwhelm the Bosalos and seize control of this hunting ground.

"Move four hundred miles north and occupy the fertile land by the lake. Huh! It's getting farther and farther away from the Aztecs in the south!"

"That's right! We want to avoid the edge of the Mexica, and operate in the Northland with peace of mind. This lake area is five hundred miles away from the Otter City of the Vastecs, and a thousand miles away from the Spike Hill City of the Mexica. The city of Palms Valley on the wasteland is also 800 miles away! But this road is separated by jungles and mountains, sparsely populated, and logistics are difficult. As long as we move here, neither the King of Mexica nor the Great Chief of Death will be able to catch us tail feathers!"

Amoxi looked to the north, yearning in his eyes, and his expression was full of vicissitudes. He led the tribe to migrate all the way, experienced countless hardships and fights, and finally saw the opportunity to settle down.

"I have been wandering for six or seven years, traveling thousands of miles. Along the way, the Red Crow tribe finally found a fertile land where they can live and grow in my hands!"

In order to avoid the cold wave, the Red Crow tribe followed the 100,000 Guacillian descendants from the depths of the Zacatecas wasteland to the south for 700 miles to occupy the land of the Otomi people. During this process, the originally loose Guajili tribe gradually became tighter, and tribal alliances began to appear, familiar with large-scale fighting. They also came into contact with the stone city-states, weapons and armor in the south, as well as the organizational form of the city-state, and more advanced farming techniques.

"The biggest expectation at the time was to settle down on the land of the Otomi people and cultivate farmland. There is stable food every year, and there is no need for cruel fighting among the ministries. The Chichika chief wants to establish a city-state and become a newborn alliance The god-born leader!"

However, within two seasons of their settlement, the army of the Kingdom of the Great Chief Death came north. After several magnificent battles, Chief Reaper defeated the dog-born coalition army, killed Chief Chichika, and forced the Red Crow tribe to flee eastward again.

"Hundreds of scouts fought in the boundless wasteland. Tens of thousands of warriors fought in continuous battle formations. Waves of warriors desperately attacked the camp, and the terrible wooden beasts made a roaring noise, projecting Stone bullets and fireballs. And the endless rain of fire that strikes at night, to this day, still often appears in my dreams!"

As the scout of the coalition forces, Amoxi was always on the front line, fighting against the army of the Great Chief Death. He has seen tens of thousands of people fighting, he has seen the rain of fire, he has seen roaring wooden beasts, he has seen the sharp metal axes and spears, and the thick leather and heavy armor of the Mexica. Similarly, he also served as the personal guard of Chief Chichika, followed the chief, and learned the methods of controlling the ministries and the plan of organizing the army from the chief's every move.

"Respectable Chief Chichika, you have indeed taught me a lot. It's just that the general situation is gone, and I still have the responsibility of the tribe, so I can't die for you."

Thinking of the great chieftain who died in battle, Amoxi sighed lowly, and memories came back again.

The Red Crow tribe, engulfed by tens of thousands of dog-born tribes, moved eastward from the Palms Valley for seven or eight hundred miles, crossed the 2,000-meter Eastern Madre Mountains with difficulty, and arrived at the lowlands and jungles of the Vastec people. When they fled the valley, they were still a combination of more than a dozen surviving tribes. But after reaching the lowlands, within a few months, they were integrated into one and became a tribe of ten thousand people holding high the Red Crow banner!

"Next, it will grow rapidly! Just as the old chief Kakalo predicted, the vitality of the Guakili people is not in the wilderness, but in the east and north of the world!"

The newly born Red Crow tribe has experienced so many conquests and tribulations, and has grown rapidly all the way. Resolute tribal leaders, fierce tribal warriors, flexible and proficient fighting skills. The armed forces of the Red Crow tribe almost completely crushed the surrounding weak Vasteq city-states and the loose hunting tribes in the north. And through continuous learning, Amoxi has also learned how to conquer the northern and southern tribes, integrate them under the banner of the Red Crow, and turn them into his own strength!

However, within a few years, the Red Crow Tribe has grown into a large tribe of more than 100,000 people in the land of Vastek by the sea. The 70,000 to 80,000 Vasteks are farming for the tribe, and the 30,000 to 40,000 wilderness dog descendants are the core of force. The Red Crow Tribe attacks every year without stopping. Every year at the end of autumn, they attack southward, plunder the food after the autumn harvest, take away the young and strong men and women of the Vastyk people, and tax the remote tribes. Every year in the early spring, they attack the north to subdue the food-deficient wasteland tribes, expand the influence of the tribes in the north, and constantly collect information on the north.

"Alan, as of today, the Red Crow Tribe has a population of more than 100,000. It is a large-scale tribe that has never appeared in the north! The tribe is so large that it must find a fertile land to settle down completely. And the area around Warrior Lake is my choice. Land of the Red Crow!"

Amoxi paused and said with a smile.

"Around this lake area, tens of thousands of hunting and farming tribal people have been resettled last year. Before the spring plowing in mid-May, I will move another 20,000 tribes northward, mainly the Vastec people who are good at farming, to catch up with the spring plowing Alan, my daughter, I will give you two thousand Red Crow warriors. And these tribes moving north, I will leave it to you to lead!"

"Huh? Give me 2,000 warriors to lead 20,000 tribes north?"

Hearing this, Alan's eyes showed surprise. She shook her head, both a little surprised and a little uneasy.

"Father, I have never commanded so many warriors, nor have I led so many tribes."

"The heavens and the earth of divinity are watching us! No one is born a leader, and no one has ever been familiar with the art of marching and fighting, and leading legions without learning."

Amoxi smiled, reached out and rubbed Alan's head, expressing relief.

"Our chiefs in the wilderness have always been simple and straightforward. We only want to see if you can fight and do well! We will not deceive the tribe with divinity and gods like the tribes in the south."

"Alan, you are the most outstanding red-haired hunter in the Red Crow tribe! Every time the tribe holds an archery meeting, don't you always overwhelm the warriors of each tribe? Such archery skills are enough to convince the warriors! What's more, you are still my Amoxi's daughter! As for the arrangement and method of leading the tribe, I will let your Uncle Moqi follow you and help you deal with it. You have to watch it and learn it!"

"Daddy."

Alan's bright eyes flickered, looking at the smiling father, he didn't know what to say for a while. She pursed her lips, thought for a while, and asked aloud.

"Two thousand fighters is not a small number. Daddy, the Red Crow fighters you are directly under are only four thousand. If you give me two thousand."

The internal structure of the Red Crow Tribe is somewhat similar to that of the dog-descendant coalition army on the wasteland, but it is more closely connected. Under Chief Red Crow, there are more than a dozen minor chiefs. Every chief has tribes and warriors directly under him. In other words, although Amoxi is the supreme leader of the entire tribe, only one-third of the tribe he directly governs.

"Haha! Alan, let me teach you personally. This migration of the tribe is also a good opportunity to fully integrate and expand the Red Crow's direct control! And the 20,000 tribes, and the 2,000 warriors you will lead, will be from the direct subordinates and the vassals. The ministries will be drawn out and become your direct subordinates from now on!"

Speaking of this, Amoxi was refreshed. He confidently stretched out his hand, pointed to the south, and explained carefully.

"Look, the Mexica Alliance sent troops from Suiqiu City to the north, sweeping all the tribes in the mountains. And the Great Chief Death sent troops from the western plateau, and let the red cat Mizli come along the river to put pressure on the tribes! I let it go These two groups of armies are intimidating and intimidating in the land of Vastec, just to create an atmosphere where the ministries will move north, so that the ministries will seek my protection!"

"Ah! Dad, did you intend to do this?"

Alan looked surprised. She tilted her head, looked at the smiling father, and suddenly wanted to put two red fox ears on him.

"That's right! The Vastec land is quite rich, and the fields have been reclaimed and matured. Whether it's the wasteland tribes who have just moved here, or the Vastec people who have been settled all the time, they are not very happy to move north and start from scratch in the northern lake area."

Amosi stroked his chin with a calm expression on his face.

"I asked Zukata to take his officers to train the warriors among the Vastecs, and formed a spear battalion of 2,000 people. Adding the 4,000 Red Crow fighters directly under me, it is 6,000 people Army! In the deal with Palms Valley City on the plateau, the tribe also obtained a large number of bronze weapons and leather armor, which were equipped in the army directly under me."

"In the face of such force, none of the vassal tribes that surrendered had the strength to resist. Without my protection, the surrounding tribes and villages could not resist the intrusion of the Mexica. The leaders of all tribes came one after another , I begged the Red Crow army to dispatch, and I revealed the news of the northward move."

"And then, the tribes left their homeland and moved north one after another. When they arrived at Warrior Lake, they needed to build villages and allocate land for reclamation. In the process of migration and settlement, we all occupied an absolute dominant position and influenced all tribes. continuation! Therefore, this is also the best opportunity for the Red Crow Tribe to integrate and absorb the scattered tribes into one!"

"Huh? In the name of moving to the north, further hold the various ministries in the palm of your hand and absorb them into one?"

Hearing Father's narration and plan, Alan opened his mouth wide, with an expression of disbelief. After a while, she stretched out her hand and touched Father's ear.

"Father, have you become a fox in the wilderness? Or have you been possessed by a fox spirit in this lake? How did you become so cunning?"

"Ahem!"

Hearing this, Amoxi coughed twice in embarrassment, and changed the subject. He continued to grope on the map, and pressed a position of one or two hundred miles to the north of Warrior Lake.

"Alan, look here!"

"Well, is it a hill?"

"Yes! This is the mountain range to the north of Warrior Lake. It is more than two hundred miles from east to west. It can slightly block the cold wave from going south. There is also a river in the south of the mountain range, which can reclaim a piece of farmland."

As he said that, Amoxi had a special look in his eyes. He raised his voice, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.

"However, what is more important is that Battalion Commander Zukata and dozens of people from the south have confirmed that this is a copper mine that produces copper!"

"Ah? A copper mine that produces copper!"

Alan was taken aback, his face showing excitement. She had heard the tales of the South and knew what copper was. In the quiver behind her, there are also a few bronze arrows, which are only used at the most important time.

"Father, are you saying that as long as this copper mine is excavated and the copper materials produced, our Red Crow tribe can also make strong metal weapons?"

"Well"

Hearing this, the smile on Amoxi's face stagnated. He shook his head and replied.

"This copper mine allows us to make copperware. Copperware can be used in daily life, for trade, and can also be used to make weapons with average hardness. Zukata told me that the copper weapons given to us by the kingdom are not Bronze made by the Prepeca people!"

"Bronze?"

Alan blinked. She didn't ask Zukata about these details, and Chippawa didn't know about them.

"Yes! Bronze ware is obtained by smelting copper and another metal together."

Speaking of this, Amosi frowned and sighed.

"Zukata said that another metal is only mined in the Mexica Alliance and the Kingdom of the Lake. The rest of the world has not been produced, or no one has discovered it yet. Of course, the northern continent is endless. I have already let The warriors of all tribes pay attention to collecting special stones and minerals. The Red Crow tribe will always have a chance to obtain a real source of metal!"