Aztec Eternals

"Father! You're back!"

The girl moved quickly, and she ran to the front in two steps. Her eyes are bright, with the sharpness of a hunter, her eyebrows are raised, and she has the sharpness of a warrior's self-confidence. The big eyebrows and the raised corners of the mouth are gathered together, but it is a somewhat delicate face.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Amosy's face showed a rare kindness and tenderness. He reached out his hand and rubbed his short hair.

"Alan, I'm back! How was the tribe when I was away?"

"Dad, the pumpkins in the tribe are ripe, and everyone has been busy harvesting melons these days. Seeing us harvesting pumpkins, many homeless people from ordinary tribes are wandering around. The warriors are armed with weapons day and night, sleeping by the fence. , beware of these people!"

Alan Nunu mouthed, and pointed at the figure who was looking in the distance. She is agile, with calluses on her mouth and fingers from archery, and the skin on her arms is a healthy wheat color with a vigorous beauty.

When Amoxi looked over there, he saw a few lean figures, carrying crude weapons, looking at the pumpkin fields from a distance. It's just that it's too far away to see the specific appearance. The red-haired warrior raised his brows with some stern killing intent.

"Recently, many ordinary tribes have gone north, and they are seriously short of food. In order to compete for food, people die every day in the valley... Alan, bring your bow and arrow later, and go with me to shoot these people! Keep two Live and torture them. It just so happens that Ivican will come tonight, he is a member of the Red Fox tribe, let him be a witness!"

"it is good!"

Alan nodded refreshingly and reached out to hold the bow and arrow behind him. She is a hunter in the wasteland, and has long turned a blind eye to death. Then, the girl took out two pairs of sharp rat teeth from her bosom and smiled brightly.

"Dad, I shot two groundhogs yesterday morning! I've already processed the meat. I'll invite you and Uncle Ivican to eat barbecue at night. Hey, I just happened to ask about archery..."

"Groundhogs, two? Alan, did you shoot them?"

Amoxi was a little surprised. The marmot is one of the animals most familiar to the canine of the wasteland. They are very alert, run fast, and are particularly good at burrowing. Common hunter traps can't trap groundhogs, and it's hard to imagine how difficult it is to shoot this nimble little animal.

"Yes, Daddy. When the pumpkins are ripe in the field, the groundhogs will definitely come. I took the bow with me the night before and slept in the field early. It wasn't until early in the morning when a few groundhogs came to nibble. , I raised my hand and shot one dead! The others scattered and fled, I shot two more arrows at the hole in the ground, and got hit by another!"

Alan showed a happy smile and shook the two pairs of rat teeth in his hands.

"Two, two! One is very fat, and it has three pounds of meat without the skin!"

"Haha, be patient, responsive, and smart... Alan, you're a natural hunter!"

Amoxi laughed in admiration. He fondly rubbed the girl's head.

"When this battle is over, I will teach you all the scouts' housekeeping skills, and I will take you to hunt two Otomi native dogs!"

"Dad, my archery skills have surpassed yours! You promised before that as long as my archery skills surpassed yours, let me join the scout team... I want to be a scout now!"

Alan's eyes widened, looking at Amosy expectantly. Amosy slapped his face.

"No, what scouts are you doing now! The warriors of the cactus tribe are too dangerous. We will talk about everything after the battle!"

Hearing Dad's refusal, Alan lowered his head in disappointment. She was sulking and muttered to herself.

"Humph! It's not like I haven't seen the warriors of the cactus tribe...they are the ones to kill."

"Hey..."

Hearing the girl's words, Amoxi sighed, and some distant images appeared in his mind. At that time, the girl was only eleven or twelve years old, walking along the Sierra Madre alone, with difficulty to the north. She wore a small waistcoat, a dagger and a hunting bow, and a small bag of food that was about to be eaten. She was as dirty as a savage. When I first met her, when I saw her obsidian dagger, I thought it was a lost boy from a tribe chief's house, so I brought it back to the tribe all the way. Unexpectedly, in the end, he raised his own daughter...

Amoxi recalled for a while, smiled gently, and then asked solemnly.

"Alan, you lived in the land of the Vasteks to the east. How is the situation there?"

"Ah, the east side? The east side eats a lot more than here, there are more animals, more trees, and greenery everywhere!"

Alan raised his head, frowning in thought.

"As for the Vastek...I was young at the time. I just remember the occasional Vastek merchants who came to the tribe to trade. They were friendly, they didn't like to wear clothes, they liked to dance... The tribes in the east were different from those in the north. , they seldom kill each other. But the cactus tribe's captive parties are frequent..."

Speaking of this, Alan's voice gradually became low, and there seemed to be a flame hidden in his eyes. Amoxi shook his head and rubbed the girl's hair lovingly.

"Well, I have enough food, I like to dance, and I rarely fight...Okay, very good! Alan, I will report to the chief first, and I will come back to you later!"

"Got it, Dad."

Amoxi waved his hand, and continued striding forward with full of thoughts. He quickly came to the leader's longhouse in the center of the camp, lifted the curtain directly, and got in.

Ordinary canine tribes are poor and white, and even so poor that they cannot form a polarization between the rich and the poor. It is said to be the chief's longhouse here, but in fact, it is not low and narrow. If it is placed in the alliance or kingdom in the south, it can only be regarded as the house of ordinary civilians. The house was filled with a strong smell of herbs, and the bones of various animals were placed everywhere. And a lean figure sat cross-legged among the piles of herbs and animal bones.

Hearing the sound, the fifty-year-old "raven" leader Kakalo raised his head and looked at the number one warrior who came in with a bow.

"Amoxi, you're back! How's the situation in the south?"

"It's still the same. The cactus tribe's army has not moved for the time being, and it is estimated that they are waiting for the food behind."

"Is there any news from the three major tribes? Have the various tribes been mobilized?"

"The surrounding tribes are mobilizing, and many tribal warriors have gathered in the valley. Listening to Ivican's words, the three tribes are preparing to fight with the south until the corn is harvested. But Chief Otuwa has already received a lot of food, and he is not Know if you will retreat."

There are a pair of deep eyes on Kakalo's old face. Hearing this, he said with certainty.

"Ottowa, the old fox! Over the years, I have never seen him fight a losing battle. The red fox tribe has already collected enough food. If the main coalition forces from the south come over and the soldiers lose more, the old fox will definitely Escape! Well, although the terrain in this valley is good, I’m afraid it won’t last long!”

"Ah?! Ottowa is now the leader of all the tribes in the valley! If he really ran away during the war, he would still be guarding the fart! The red cat and the red frog occupied the marching passage of the valley, how could he let him run? "

Amosy was worried. He looked at the old chief, but he shook his head.

"The Red Cat and the Red Frog Chief... Let's watch, we have to prepare! The tribe has mobilized 500 men to fight, and the weapons captured before have also been distributed. According to your information earlier, There are a lot of early-ripening pumpkins in the fields. After this harvest, it will last for a few months."

"Chief, since there is some food in the tribe, why don't we leave the valley where the tribe gathers and retreat first..."

Amosy paused, his expression flickering, but there was no sense of shame. For the dog descendants of the Northland, the primary issues to be considered are the survival of the tribe, the number of mouths, and the amount of food. Therefore, running away is not ashamed, living is the most important thing. As for what kind of glory and what kind of belief, those are all things that the southern ministries made after eating and drinking without worrying about it.

Kakalo thought for a moment, shook the wrinkles on his face, and shook his head.

"Not now. The three major tribes have already given orders to everyone to obey the call. We are affiliated to the Red Fox tribe, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching. Besides, there are several tribes blocking the way outside, and there are scouts patrolling from the big tribe. Now everyone still wants to fight. If we flee first, once we are caught, we will be sacrificed to the flag. Only when everyone does not want to fight, or when the fighting is too intense to care about, is a good opportunity for the tribe to retreat! "

Amoxi lowered his eyes. After a while, he sighed.

"Chief, the cactus tribe is really fighting... encounter such a powerful tribe, according to the tradition of the wasteland, it is better to drop earlier!"

"Confused! Amoxi, are you scared by the cactus tribe? How can I trust the tribe to you after speaking such nonsense! Cough..."

Hearing this, Kakalo suddenly became angry, and then coughed forcefully. Amoxi hurried forward, carefully helping the old chief get better. After a while, Kakalo calmed down a bit. He said solemnly.

"Amoshi, the tradition of the wasteland is only valid for the canine tribes in the wasteland! Although these southern tribes were born in the wasteland, they have forgotten their roots and recognized others as their ancestors! They don't think of us as the same kind. , how can you trust them and surrender the life of the tribe!"

"Besides, who are you surrendering to? The cactus tribe? What is their reputation? Capture Ding Zhuang, sacrifice noble chiefs, destroy other tribes... After decades, even the most distant Zacatecas people know about them cruelty."

"As for the Otomi tribe... How many Otomi native dogs did we kill along the way? At that time, everyone had no food in their hands, and there were not many prisoners left. The big tribes thought about occupying the land and not leaving, so they also took The noble chiefs of Palms State have all been killed. This hatred, falling into the hands of the Otomi people, will not eat us alive!  …”

Amoxi closed his eyes~www.readwn.com~ nodded slowly. He was silent for a while before opening his eyes again.

"Chief, when you encounter a hostile tribe in the wasteland, you can fight if you can, run if you can't, and surrender if you can't run away. Now that you can't beat it and you can't surrender, you have to think about where to run! Come and see you. Before, I suddenly had an idea..."

"Oh? Let's hear it..."

Kakalo opened his eyes wide and leaned forward to listen. Amoxy spoke in a low voice. After a long time, the old chief nodded heavily.

"If that's the case, it's a way out. We Guaquili people are never worried about distance, nor are we afraid of facing a fight. It's just that we have to go through two more difficulties along the way! Well, maybe we can get in touch with a few more people. A familiar tribe together..."

The low whispers disappeared in the hut, and the faint medicinal fragrance drifted into the distance. The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the shadow of the hut was projected to the east, as if guiding a new direction.

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