Chapter 672: Migrate North! The Red Crow Tribe’s Plan

Fifty miles northwest of Otter City, there is a newly built tribal camp. This camp is quite large, stretching high on the hills, separated by two wooden fences. An inherited red crow flag is flying in the camp.

As dusk approached, smoke rose, and the camp was full of noise. Red-haired hunters with bows on their backs, tribal warriors with spears, and elite militiamen with long spears were all walking around in the camp, preparing a simple dinner. Smoke was rising, and people were coming and going. A rough count showed that there were four or five thousand warriors. And such an army size is indeed a rare large tribe in the sparsely populated land of Wastek!

In the center of the camp, there is a large tent. Inside the tent, the furnishings are very simple, with weapons and leather armor hanging on all sides, some simple leather blankets on the ground, and a bonfire burning in the corner for lighting. The bonfire crackled, accompanied by a firm and powerful female voice, and it sounded in the tent together.

"Father, the Aztec warriors are heading north again! They are sweeping the southwestern tribes, probably from the area of ​​Jilotepec Suicho City!"

Alan stood upright in the tribe's tent, carrying a large bow on her back. She looked at her father sitting cross-legged at the head and said hurriedly.

"The warriors of Suicho City are scattered, looting and capturing prisoners in various villages. Please give me two thousand tribal warriors! I can lead them to ambush the warriors of Tiger Head and defeat them all in the mountains and swamps!"

"Yes. Alan, the scout has reported this news to me. Most of the troops from Suicho City heading north are Otomi warriors who have surrendered to the Aztec Alliance, and a small number are Mexica warriors. Their number should be more than two thousand."

Red Crow Chief Amosi looked calm, sitting cross-legged on a soft deerskin. After several years, his expression became more and more calm, his eyes were stern and deep, and his face was cold and deep. At this moment, he was wearing the wolf robe of the chief, with a red feather crown, and had a mountain-like majesty, which was implicitly superior to the great chief Chichika of the year.

However, when he saw his daughter Alan, who had come back from more than ten miles away, he couldn't help but smile and asked with a smile.

"Alan, my daughter! Didn't you take that kid Chipawan to the lake to hunt? How did you become a scout to collect intelligence?"

"Dad, I met a girl from the Huastek people. Her tribe was swept away, her father died, and she fled to the lake alone. I learned the news from the southwest from her, and I also brought the girl back to the tribe."

Alan pursed her lips, with anger and a flash of sadness in her eyes. Then, she gritted her teeth and proposed again firmly.

"Father, in the mountains and swamps, I can shoot even thick-skinned tiger-headed warriors! Please give me a team of tribal warriors, so that I can go south to attack the Aztecs and rescue the mountain tribes that have been plundered."

Hearing this, Amosi raised his eyebrows. He was silent for a while before speaking calmly.

"Alan, it is customary for Suiqiu City to go north to sweep the mountains. They capture young men to supplement the population and slaves in the city, and never cross the Otter River. The leader of Suiqiu City is Ocelol, the northern general of the Mexica Alliance. They are not enemies with our Red Crow Tribe. On the contrary, the tribe is nominally a vassal of the alliance."

"But, father. We collect taxes and conscripts from villages on both sides of the Otter River. We also tell them that the Red Crow Tribe is not an invader of the Huastek land, but the protector of the Huastek people! Now, the enemy has arrived, but we stand idly by. How can the Huastek tribes on both sides of the river trust us again?"

Alan looked resolute, staring at the majestic father. Amosi stood up, looking at his daughter who was as tall as himself with deep eyes. After a moment, relief appeared on his face.

"Alan, my daughter. The divine heaven and earth and ancestors are watching us together! You have become a true warrior, not afraid of powerful enemies, and have a firm and fearless warrior heart!"

As he said this, Amosi stretched out his hand, pulled his daughter, and sat down at the table together. The two sat opposite each other, and Chief Red Crow reached into his arms, took out a simple map, unfolded it in front of his daughter, and pointed with his hand.

"The city of Jilotepec, Suicho, is more than 600 miles southwest of Otter City. They are the northernmost city-state of the Mexica Alliance and have been occupied by the Mexica for less than ten years. This city-state controls a population of about 150,000 and has 5,000 warriors. Their leader, Jaguar Ocelor, is in his prime and is not an ordinary leader. He keeps sending troops to the north, demanding the surrender of the northern tribes, and also expanding the influence of Suicho."

"Father, even if there are 5,000 warriors in Suicho, it is impossible to send all of them out and ignore their nests. They can send at most 2,000 to 3,000 people here. And our Red Crow tribe, if we mobilize on a large scale, can send out a legion of 8,000 people!

Alan stretched out his hand and tapped heavily in the mountains and forests of the Eastern Sierra Madre, hundreds of miles southwest.

"It's here! This rolling mountain range and hills are full of lush forests. I was born here. The army is scattered in the mountains and forests, and flexibility and marching are more important. It is the home of our Red Crow tribe. The Mexica warriors cannot use their advantages in battle in this forest!"

"Similarly, if we send troops for the Huastecs, we can gain their support. The tribesmen of each tribe can be our eyes and help us to pass on information. The Mexica people are reckless and scattered, so we can defeat them one by one! Father, please give me two thousand warriors! I am sure that I can make this army of Suiqiu City bleed continuously and become weaker and weaker like hunting, until they can never come back and die in the vast mountains and forests!"

Hearing Alan's detailed tactical ideas, Amosi touched his chin and was a little surprised. He smiled and praised his daughter sincerely.

"Alan, you are indeed capable enough to lead an army of two thousand people! When I was your age, I didn't have such knowledge. It seems that it's time to let you go out and lead a team of tribal warriors to gain more experience and accumulate some prestige in the tribe!"

Hearing this, Alan's spirits rose and his face showed joy.

"Father, do you agree to send troops south to destroy the army of Suiqiu City?"

"No, I don't agree."

Amosi's smile faded and he shook his head affirmatively. Then, he looked at Alan's disappointed eyes and explained patiently.

"Alan, if the tribe sends troops, it can indeed destroy these two or three thousand warriors. And if a large-scale mobilization is carried out, it is also certain that the army mobilized by Suiqiu City can be defeated in the mountains and forests. But, then what?"

"Then? Hmm."

Alan pursed his lips and thought for a while, and his bright eyes dimmed.

"Father, are you worried that the king of the Aztecs will send a large army north to attack the tribe?"

"That's right! Behind Suiqiu City is the Mexica Alliance. And two or three thousand warriors, or even five or six thousand warriors, are just a feather on the eagle's wings for the king of the alliance!"

Speaking of this, Amosi sighed faintly. Although he stayed in the northeast of the world, he always paid attention to the situation in the southern plateau.

"Zukata is from the Kingdom of Tarasco. He once told us about the situation in the southern plateau. Ten years ago, the tribes in the world were in opposition. The Mexica Alliance, the Kingdom of Tarasco, and the Tlaxcala Alliance were all powerful tribes on the plateau. However, today, the Mexica people have swept away the two kingdoms and the alliance, and have become the only one in power! In the entire Mexica Plateau, and even in the entire southern world, there is no force that can stop their conquest of the tribes!"

"Evil Aztecs!"

Alan gritted his teeth, touched the longbow behind him, cursed bitterly, and then changed his words.

"Most people are evil Aztec tribes!"

"Alan, the expansion of the tribe is not evil, but only strong and weak. This is just the law of the jungle, the strong prey on the weak. And today, this vast mountain forest in the south is about to decide a powerful king! Well, maybe two. No, in the end it's still one. Haha!"

Amosi said a few words, but he made himself laugh. After a few breaths, his face became serious, and he stretched out his finger and pointed again in the northeast of the map.

"Old Chief Kakalo once said that the future of the tribe lies in the east and the north! Our Red Crow tribe migrated from the wilderness across the mountains. This is the shore of the sea, the farthest point that can be reached in the east. However, this is not far enough to the north. Tribes came from the north, bringing news of the northern continent. The northern continent is vast and boundless, with Gobi, grasslands and forests all over. It is really an endless land!"

"Ah?! The prophecy of old Chief Kakalo, the east and the north"

Hearing this, Alan lowered her eyes slightly, and memories emerged on her face. After a long while, she opened her eyes and looked at her father.

"Father, do you want to move north? But we have not settled here for a few years. And the disaster in the north is terrible!"

"Yes. The ancestors witnessed that I intend to let the tribe continue to move north."

Amosi wore a wolf robe and looked at the direction of the north. Then, he smiled confidently, moved his fingers on the map, and explained to his daughter in detail.

"Alan, my daughter. The north of this coastal area is different from the north of the wilderness. It is rich in water and soil, and the climate is quite warm. You see, Otter City is here, and there is a lagoon to the east. A few dozen miles away is the endless East China Sea. And fifty miles northwest of Otter City is this new camp under our feet. Our Red Crow tribe has placed 5,000 warlike tribal warriors here just to continuously attack the south."

"The various tribes of Vastek are weak, and they can continuously provide the tribe with people, food and wealth. Their leader is a descendant of the gods in Otter City, but he has been completely suppressed by the warriors of the tribe in the city. Within these two or three hundred miles, the tribes that Otter City can control are only half of the south and east. The Vastek tribes in the west and north have surrendered to the tribe, farmed for us, paid taxes, and accepted our protection."

Hearing this, Alan blinked and said in a deep voice.

"Father, we promised to protect them! The tribe had sent out troops to attack the warriors of Suiqiu City before. You said that we should regard the land of Wastek as our foundation, and each tribe as our tribe, and establish ourselves here. Then, little by little, we will replace Otter City and control this land of Wastek."

"Yes! Alan, you remember it well. This was indeed my original plan. But now, the situation in the world has changed dramatically. We have to climb up the tall tree and look further."

Amoxi nodded, with a faint sigh on his face.

"In just a few years, the Mexica Alliance will completely occupy the plateau. Their great chieftains are greedy for the world, and their chieftains are brave and good at fighting. Now, this trend of unifying the world is unstoppable. I have talked with Zucata many times. As long as there is no inherited division among the Mexica people, the south will be unified in the hands of a powerful tribe that has never existed before. And after they unify the south, the land of Huastec will definitely not be able to maintain its actual independence."

"The Aztecs who are about to unify the world"

Alan lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say. She touched the dagger at her waist, feeling the wolf head pattern that she had touched countless times, and the three mysterious graphic characters, and her mood was inexplicably low.

"Dad, so we have no chance to go to the Aztec land, defeat them, and then capture their nobles?"

"Well. At least for now, we have to avoid conflict with them. So, I sent an envoy to offer a tribute to the Mexica king in the capital of the lake to express nominal submission."

Amosi looked a little emotional.

"If it was just the threat from the south, the tribe could actually survive here with the advantage of the 600-mile mountain forest. After all, the land of Huastec is rich. If a city-state is established here and settled down, the tribe's life will be much better. However, our upstream city of Pames is firmly in the hands of the Mexica Lake Kingdom. They can swim downstream and threaten the tribal camps downstream."

"They sent envoys to give us weapons and leather armor, and also sent two thousand warriors of Chief Red Cat to encourage us to capture Otter City. Then, they will use another batch of more weapons and armor to exchange for this coastal Huastec city-state."

Hearing this, Alan raised his head and looked at Chief Red Crow with a changing expression, and asked in surprise.

"Father, regarding the proposal of the Mexica in the lake, didn't you say that we should delay for a few years and not rush to capture Otter City, but plan slowly?"

"That's right! For the Red Crow Tribe, it is better to keep the weak Otter City in the hands of the Huastecs than to let the fierce Mexica occupy it. So, no matter how much Chief Red Cat urges, I will not rush to attack the city."

Amosi nodded heavily to express his affirmation. He looked deeply at the advantageously located Otter City and sighed in his heart. Then, his finger moved to the north, along the hills and rivers, and finally landed on a vast lake.

"Alan, I have made up my mind to continue to migrate north! The real foundation of the Red Crow Tribe, our nest, will be built here!"

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