Aztec Eternals

"Ivican, go down! It's been hard work all the way to investigate, go to the warehouse to get two bags of pumpkins."

"Yes, Chief. Ouch, thank you for your reward!"

Ivican smiled. He raised his head and glanced at the three tribal leaders sitting cross-legged in the solemn hall, then bowed and clenched his fists, and bowed respectfully to Chief Red Fox. The red fox chief waved his hand, and the red-haired scout obediently turned and left.

Red Fox Chief Ottowa is in his early 40s this year, and among the short-lived canines, he is no longer a mature man. The years have taken away the strength of his muscles and added lines to his face. He was dressed in a wolf-skin robe, with high cheekbones and slightly slanted eyes that were extremely sharp. At first glance, it looks like a fox in wolf's clothing.

It used to be the most solemn temple in the Otomi city-state in the valley, and now it is the council hall of the Guaquilis. In the hall, the sculpture of the Primordial God has been destroyed and damaged, the surrounding murals are stained with coagulated blood, and the ground is covered with dozens of tanned animal skins.

The chief red fox sat on the soft hide, opposite two other chiefs of large tribes. Red Cat Chief Mizli is tall and thin, with long and narrow eyes, while Red Frog Chief Keka is slightly chubby, with a fierce look in his eyes. The three of them were sitting together in wolf-skin robes, and the breath of the jungle rushed towards them.

"The Aztecs stopped 80 miles to the south and, like a few days ago, haven't moved yet. According to the scout's information, they are transporting food northwards and sending Ding Zhuang prisoners captured from the tribe to the south, probably for the purpose of Sacrifice before the gods!"

Ottowa spoke lightly. The red fox tribe has been inherited for a hundred years, and they are very familiar with the southern tribes. There are special pictures to tell the origin of the cactus tribe.

"Damn cactus tribes, fierce jaguars, they are destined to be bitten to pieces by wolves!"

Hearing this, Keka widened her eyes and cursed fiercely.

"The camps of the Ottowa, Mizley, and Cactus tribes are not far away. We have gathered five hundred red-haired warriors from the three groups, and then bring some scouts from ordinary tribes to give them a night attack!"

Hearing this proposal, Ottowa and Mizley were taken aback. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Night raids can only be done by elites, and no matter what the outcome of the battle, most people will definitely be gone. The red-haired warrior is the ruling core of the tribe. The three tribes together are only a thousand red-haired. How can they be consumed like this.

"Keka, don't worry! The Aztec camp is heavily guarded, and there are also many scouts and tiger heads patrolling at night. We will talk about the night raid later. I have arranged six or seven flexible ordinary tribes to go around the southern ones. Hundreds of miles away, harassing their food! These days, they didn't go north immediately, probably because the harassment had an effect!"

Ottowa looked at the angry red frog chief, smiled and reassured.

"Recently, all ministries are mobilizing soldiers to strengthen the fortresses at the East and West Taniguchi. We have a favorable geographical position. As long as we stick to it for the last month and wait for everyone to collect the food, we will be much more comfortable whether we are fighting or walking!"

Meadsley nodded in agreement. He pondered for a while and asked in a low voice.

"Ottowa, did the messenger sent to the south reply? Facing our request for peace, what did the Aztec chieftain say?"

"Mizley, you're thinking of surrendering! I'll take your head..."

"Coca, shut up, this is just a tactic to delay time!"

Ottowa roared coldly, but Keka narrowed his eyes and fell silent. Then, Chief Red Fox frowned and continued.

"The Aztec chief did not want to see our messenger. The messenger stuffed the chief guard with many precious feathers and gems, only to find out that the letter from the chief of Chichika was too arrogant and angered the chief!"

"Ah?! The Red Dog Tribe is the Red Dog Tribe, we are us. Although the eight groups have formed some kind of alliance, it is just a bluff... Ottowa, let the messenger make it clear, the three of us Bu Bu and Red Dog Five Bu Bu are not a gang!"

Hearing Mizley's words, Ottowa was speechless for a moment. After a while, he shook his head and sighed.

"When negotiating, they all trumpeted their own strength. How can they destroy each other! In my opinion, this is just an excuse. The Aztec chiefs played too smoothly, so they underestimated our Guaquili. people!"

"Be sure to give them some power! Ottowa, we mobilized the tribe, made up 10,000 men, and then called the Red Dog Five, and also made up an army of 10,000! 20,000 people attacked before and after, first Tear up the Otomi dog on the right!"

Coca couldn't help but speak again. He has fought in the wasteland for many years, has always been known for his bravery, and has an innate sense of smell for fighting. Hearing this suggestion, Ottowa was stunned, and actually felt that it was feasible. But after a while, Chief Red Fox shook his head.

"How can it be so easy! I did send a messenger to Chichika for help, but I'm not sure how many reinforcements will come. Besides, the Aztec Legion in the middle is still staring at us, 10,000 Where can people go so easily?"

"Then select 5,000 tribal warriors, and leave the rest to guard the valley! The 5,000 elites take a detour from the northwest. We canines walk fast, can run, and are good at running! The cactus tribe is very arrogant and divided into three paths. The army is two days away from each other. As long as the timing is right, we cooperate with Chichika, and we can kill the Otomi dog in the east lane in one day! Next, let Chichika attack the cactus tribe in the middle lane. , cut off their sustenance..."

Coca talked about his plan, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. The loud voice echoed in the hall, like frogs croaking in summer. The other two chiefs pursed their lips and remained silent.

After a while, when he said he was tired and stopped, Ottowa spoke lightly.

"Coca, your plan is good, but there is a problem... How do you make Chichica do what you say?"

"We can send a messenger, make it clear with him, and even plan together!"

"However, even if Chichika agrees, can you trust him? We send troops to attack the enemy on the east route. What if Chichika doesn't come? If the Aztec middle army arrives in time and attacks from both sides, everyone will It's dead!"

"Ah...chichika chief..."

Keka opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Mizley.

"I can't trust Chichika! The life of the tribe~www.readwn.com~ has to be controlled by oneself, how can it be handed over to others?!"

"What the Red Cat Chief said makes sense. Keka, everyone can't trust each other. When you say that the army cooperates, it's empty shit, loud and smelly!"

Altois made a vulgar joke, and Mizley laughed. Coca was a little embarrassed and roared.

"This won't work, that won't work either. Then what do you say? Are you just doing this and waiting to be beaten?"

Hearing Keka's question, Chief Red Fox's mood changed, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. He patted Coca closely on the shoulder.

"Keka, forget all these plans! There are so many tribes here, everyone mobilized more than ten thousand dingkou to protect the valley! The Red Frog tribe is the best at fighting, and you are the most capable of fighting among the three of us. , Gudi's defensive arrangements, I will rely on you!"

Keka was stunned, nodded slowly, and a smile appeared on his face. Midzley thought about it for a while, and smiled in agreement. The three chiefs faced each other and laughed quickly. The laughter spread far and wide, like the howl of a coyote on that full moon.

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