Chapter 352: The End of the Northern Expedition, the North American Tribes and the City of Palms

The chilly autumn wind blew through the valley, turning the shallow trees in the wasteland yellow and bringing the cold and killing. The great chief Chichika died in a battle, and the Guakili tribes lost their will to fight. In the next few days, the Mexica Legion rushed all the way, chasing the enemy northward, and recruiting surrenders.

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

Under the leadership of the two Guakili chiefs, Xiu Luote led his troops slowly northward, approaching the rich valley with a radius of dozens of miles. The flag of the black wolf flew high, and thousands of armored warriors were full of killing. The crowd walked through the harvested farmland and the tribesmen who were afraid to lie on the ground, and finally came to an old and simple town.

The area of ​​the town is not small, but it is not a city in the strict sense. To be precise, it is more like a large tribal camp. It is surrounded by only a circle of low walls one person high, plus a circle of surrounding fences. The low city wall was not completely closed, leaving a large opening on the west side. The opening was close to the winding river, and thousands of acres of farmland were opened up. There were no canals in the farmland, relying entirely on mountain streams, which were now full of withered straw.

"The defense is sparse, the terrain is open, and there are no city walls to rely on. No wonder Chichika is guarding the valley entrance."

Xuluot stopped in front of the small town, looked carefully for a long time, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Is this the city of Pams?"

"Yes, respected Chief Death!"

Ozoma stood beside him with a respectful look.

"It is the last city in the thousands of miles of wilderness in the north! From here to the north is the Satskas wilderness where our Guajili people have lived for generations. The wilderness stretches for more than 2,000 miles, and it is full of half-hunting and half-gathering tribes. In the northeast of the wilderness are the Coahuique tribes along the Bravo River, and in the northwest are the Concho tribes along the Concho River. I heard that there are countless hunting tribes further north, and only the older wilderness priests can tell one or two."

Xuluot listened to Ozoma's story and nodded slowly. He looked to the north silently, the brown mountains undulated and extended, and the green cacti went far away, as if to the end of the world.

The Bravo River is the fifth longest river in North America in later generations, the Rio Grande. It originates from the Colorado Mountains and is more than 3,000 kilometers long. The upper reaches of the long river pass through New Mexico, and the 2,000 kilometers of the lower reaches are the natural US-Mexico border. Along the banks of the long river, there are many hunter-gatherer tribes, which are collectively referred to as the "Southwest" of North America.

Among them, the names of many tribes were recorded in history in the resistance to the expansion of the Yankees, and have been passed down to later generations. In the upper reaches of the river are the Navajo people close to the Great Basin, the brave and warlike Apache tribes, and the Mescalero people in the mountain forests; in the lower reaches of the river are the Toboso people who are similar to the dog people, the Lipan people on the border of the Great Plains, and the Coahuiltec tribes at the lowest reaches of the Caribbean estuary.

Most of the tribes in the upper reaches of the river make a living by hunting, and they are always light and fierce. The farther you go downstream of the long river, the higher the proportion of the population engaged in gathering in each tribe, and when you reach the Caribbean coast, almost all of them are farming tribes, and their temperaments are more docile.

The Concho River in the west of the wilderness is a southwestern tributary of the upper reaches of the Grande River. There are also tens of thousands of nomadic tribes living there. Opata, Pima, Tarahumar, Jumano, and Concho tribes close to the eight tribes of the Dog Clan.

Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes slightly. Too many North American Indian tribes perished in the brutal expansion of the Yankees. Millions of indigenous peoples were forced to migrate, exterminated and massacred, and even left no names, and were deliberately forgotten by the writers of history. Since he came here, as the king of the indigenous people, he was determined to change all this, no matter how long it would take!

In this era, if you want to cross the endless forests, grasslands and Gobi, and go deep into the wild and ferocious North American continent, you can't rely on the difficult land route. There are only three long rivers: the St. Lawrence River and the Great Lakes Basin in the north, the Mississippi River Basin in the central and southern long rivers, and the Grande River Basin in the southwest.

"Only by relying on the three long rivers can we connect with the various tribes of North American Indians, spread religious beliefs, establish trade routes, and even establish a subordinate relationship to resist the colonists who keep coming from the west. The St. Lawrence River is too far away, and the Mississippi River is too difficult. Only the Grande River is right in front of us."

Xuluot's thoughts flew far away, thinking about the long time and space. Those who do not plan for eternity are not qualified to plan for the moment; those who do not plan for the overall situation are not qualified to plan for a region. For this vast continent, he has too many aspirations, too many plans, and too many ambitions. However, that will be in the too distant future.

A thousand miles begins with a single step. For now, this short city of Palms will be the farthest point that the Black Wolf King's flag has reached during the Northern Expedition.

Thousands of guards entered the city first to set up defenses. Then, Bertard came out of the city and nodded to indicate safety, and the Black Wolf's flag moved again.

When Shulot walked into the city, he saw low thatched huts and large shacks. In the corners of the city, there are scattered farmlands and domesticated turkeys. On both sides of the dirt road, thousands of dog tribes were kneeling, welcoming the arrival of the Death Chief. The chief walked until he walked to the center of the small town and saw the first stone building, a small and dilapidated temple.

In front of the temple is a vast square with a newly built wilderness altar in the center. Various red flags were placed under the altar, surrounded by piles of bull head skeletons and abstract and bizarre wood carvings.

"This is the large altar built by the Zuma priest. It was originally used to prepare the sacred wilderness sacrifice to sacrifice all the serfs and captives."

Ozoma always observed 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 on the movements in the city.

"Yes! This altar conforms to the tradition of the wasteland. As long as the symbol of the main god is added, it can be used as an altar for the main god's great sacrifice. Chichika was very busy and not only built the altar for himself, but also saved me a lot of effort. "

The king smiled, then looked around and shouted an order.

"Put the flag of the main god on the altar! Then arrange it with various 'jewels' 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 sacrificial ceremony!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the Chief Priest of the Divine Enlightenment!"

The priests who accompanied the army bowed in response and began to prepare immediately. Since the kingdom began to be rich in "gems", the sacrificial rituals have become much simpler. The priests do not need to carry heavy gold and silver ritual vessels, they can simply replace them with hundreds of kilograms of "precious stones". There are too many "gems" fired in the kingdom. The accumulated gems cannot be sold at once, so they are all used in sacrificial ceremonies and noble tombs.

"Where are the serfs and prisoners in the city now? Take me to see them!"

After arranging all this, Shulot looked at Ozoma again. Chief Red Monkey bowed his head and saluted, 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 tribes imprisoned here. They were originally prepared sacrifices, but the tribes did not have time to deal with them when they fled."

Ozoma pointed to the camp, looking a little nervous and worried.

There were hundreds of canine warriors guarding the outside of the camp. At this moment, they all discarded their weapons and knelt on the ground. Through the fence, Shulot watched the thousands of people in the camp. Each of them looked numb, their clothes were ragged, and they were very thin. The guarding canine leader just shouted a few words, and they knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to look at the armored warriors.

Tens of thousands of Otomi people settled in the valley of Parmus, and now only these six thousand young men and women are left. In the wider wilderness outside the valley, the fields have long been deserted and the villages are all dead.

"We fought for the city and overflowed with people. The city of Palms has been cleansed."

Shulot shook his head. Almost all the Otomi nobles in the valley are dead, and the remaining ones will be transferred to the area around the Red Fox Valley. The city of Palms will be classified as a territory directly under the kingdom, and the serfs and captives will also be restored to civilians, busy with 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 Ozoma and said in a deep voice.

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

Hearing this, Ozoma finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the kingdom does not liquidate the killings of Guakili's tribes and everyone surrenders, there will be no psychological burden, and it will be the same no matter who they are loyal to. The Southern Confederacy was not only rich and powerful, but also distant. Waiting for the Mexican Army to move south, the situation in the north is not yet...

"However, the surrendered Guakili tribe will gather southward, cross the river in batches, and move to the hinterland of the kingdom! There is more fertile land there and there are ample water sources. As long as they submit to the kingdom, they are all my people. , I will treat everyone equally!”

The king's words came again. The two Guakili chiefs looked at each other with awe in their hearts.

"Great Chief, our tribes in Guakili have been living in the wilderness for generations. This is our root! Move south to the south of the river."

Shulot cast a calm gaze, and Ozoma's words stopped abruptly. He looked at the two of them expressionlessly for a while before speaking without any doubt.

"The Guakili tribe must migrate! The faith of the main god must be spread! Go, tell your tribe and be prepared for the conversion ceremony in a few days!"

".Follow your orders, my wolf king."

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

"You guys go down!"

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

"Bertard, I will rest in the city tonight. Go and sort out the food in the city, and take out some priests and warriors to appease the serfs and prisoners in the camp. Send an envoy to ask all the leaders in the city to come over one by one. Meet Wang Qi!"

The warrior commander nodded and strode forward to make arrangements. Under the leadership of the two chiefs, the various tribes of Guakili surrendered one after another and camped outside the city of Palmos. At this moment, there are more than 10,000 Southern Alliance troops stationed near the small town, and there are about 20,000 surrendered dog tribes, so they need to be careful.

The setting sun slowly sets, casting its afterglow on the vast land. The Palms Valley is long and narrow, and the distant sounds of fighting still echo at the east and west valley mouths, like the end of the Northern March.

A red falcon spread its wings and flew above the mountains. It looked at the tribesmen who were fleeing in panic, and then at the warriors who were surrounding and chasing them, and then it flew towards the northeastern horizon without looking back. It knew that there was more food, more tribes, and more rivers flowing into the endless lake.

Thank you for your support! I have sorted out the information about the various tribes of North American Indians in the past two days, and also thought about the follow-up arrangements. There is a map of the distribution of indigenous peoples in the Easter egg chapter at the end of the chapter, and those who are interested can study it. Come on in the new January! (_)