Aztec Eternals

The wind was strong, the flag was flying, the warriors marching were full of chills, and the friction of the armor was sonorous and powerful, showing the power of the king. Shirot took a thousand guards to patrol the valley, observing the situation of the captives, and thinking about the treatment of each department.

Along the way, looking around, the meandering river flows through the valley, and the corn on both sides is lush. The Otomi serfs bowed their heads numbly, cleaning up the scattered debris, corpses and bloodstains in the valley. Thousands of Guaquili tribes laid down their weapons, took off their cotton armor, and were scattered and held in different camps. Their faces were full of unknown fear. And when the king flag passed, the dog descendants bowed their heads one after another, expressing deep awe and obedience to the strong.

Seeing the Guaquili bowing his head, Shilot nodded in satisfaction. This northern expedition is to accept the invitation of the Otomi people, in order to resist the canine descendants coming south. But by this time, the king's ambitions had already swelled. He aspires to control the North as much as possible, and establishes a preliminary rule among the canine tribes.

The king climbed the hill and looked north. At the end of the rolling hills is the boundless northern wasteland. It is 2,000 miles from east to west, and more than 2,000 miles from north to south, connecting with the Great Plains of North America. In addition to the dog-born Babu, there are more scattered tribes hunting in the north, chasing the bison herds on the wasteland, and migrating all the way to the depths of the Great Plains.

Conquering the North requires constant warfare, and even more constant spreading of influence. The first step is to accept the Otomi people as subjects and continue to assimilate. The second step is to defeat the dogborn going south and establish a reputation among the wasteland tribes. The third step is to extend to the north, grasp important strongholds, and based on this, restrain the surrounding tribes, conduct trade and mission at the same time.

The above three steps are the goals that Xiulote needs to achieve in this northern expedition. After having the foundation of the first three steps, the fourth step is to imitate the Spaniards of later generations, immigrating to the real border, persuading the various tribes of the dog to settle and cultivate, and then grant some autonomy, and gradually incorporate it into the ruling territory of the empire. The wasteland is vast, and conquest is an extremely long process, which belongs to the vision of a lifetime.

However, according to the trajectory of history, Western colonists would arrive within a dozen years and scatter the horses across the wasteland. Less than half a century later, millions of horses would spread across the North Moors and the Great Plains of North America. And all the tribes in the wasteland will ride on horses and evolve from nomadic tribes to nomadic tribes. At that point, the difficulty of conquering the North will increase exponentially.

"So it is necessary to conquer the north as soon as possible. However, the power of the alliance is limited, the land of North America is unlimited, and there are unpredictable cold currents. Let me think, how on earth did the Khans rule the steppe?"

Shirot thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly. He turned his eyes to the valley again, and asked after a while.

"Keka, what do you mainly eat in the Kolavea wasteland?"

"What to eat?"

Hearing this question, Keka stared at her round eyes and was stunned. After a while, he counted his fingers and replied.

"Everything is eaten in the tribe, and you can eat it wherever you go! The soil includes rhizomes, wild vegetables, corn, beans, pumpkins, and wild fruits. When the weather is good, the priests will let everyone plant some crops and wait for the next season. Harvest. There are rabbits, deer, birds, frogs, snakes, worms, moles, mice, ants, lizards that can't be planted everywhere. If the time is really bad, you don't have to eat these, you can only go to war with other tribes , catch the other tribes back..."

Xiulote looked calm and nodded slowly. After thinking for a while, he asked again.

"Coca, how does the land of the Otomi people compare to the wasteland?"

"It's much better! After everyone came here, everyone said that if they knew, they would go south earlier and grab the place of the Otomi people. There is a lot of water and grass here, the land is fertile, and the yield of farming is also high. As long as you plant one crop, you can support it. The tribe's Ding has been stuttering for half a year. Chief, before you go north, everyone is preparing to have a few more children and settle down here..."

Coca scratched his head, a bit of bitterness on his face.

"Well, Coca."

Shirot smiled faintly and looked into the eyes of Chief Red Frog.

"Would you like to take your clan to farm farther south? The land is more fertile, and as long as you are busy in the fields, you can have enough food all year round."

"As long as the fields are busy, you can eat enough all year long..."

Hearing this, a hint of yearning appeared on Keka's face, but soon, he woke up and replied cautiously.

"The Great Chief, the wasteland tribes are different from the southern tribes. Everyone is not good at farming, and they are used to moving around. Ordinary tribesmen may be satisfied with shaving food in the fields, but the warriors in the tribe prefer hunting with their hands. Bow to get food..."

"Great Chief, wastelanders are born warriors, I am willing to hold the hunting bow and fight for you!"

Shilot was silent. The Wastelander is indeed a natural warrior, the best hunter, and the best light infantry. After this battle, there were enough prisoners and enough prestige, and it was time to set up a thousand-person camp of a few canines. With a stern look on his face, he looked at Coca again.

"Keka, the Red Frog Tribe in your hands, how many warriors are there now?"

"Two thousand... no, three thousand."

Keka looked at the serious look of the Great Chief, trembled slightly, but answered truthfully.

"When the army arranges the valley, it will be dispatched again to conquer the Red Dog Alliance in the northeast. Keka, the three thousand warriors of the Red Frog Tribe will all go out with the army!"

"Ah, Great Chief, I am willing to lead the tribe and fight for you!"

Hearing this, Keka's eyes flickered.

"Please let me go back and prepare the warriors in the tribe..."

"No. Keka, you and the chiefs of the tribe stay by my side and serve as personal attendants. Well, according to the chiefs, you have a red-haired guard named Miwa, who is also good at fighting, so let him lead the three thousand Warriors!"

"Ah? Warchief, Miwa is so dumb, how can he compare to me? He doesn't know how to fight, he just charges with warriors!..."

Coca's expression changed and explained eagerly.

"Stay too long, only charge?"

Shiroute smiled.

"Very good, that's enough. The Red Frog Warriors just charge with all their strength, and no matter how much the battle is damaged, I will make it up for you!"

After speaking, the king stopped talking~www.readwn.com~ and strode forward. Under the **** of his personal guards, he patrolled the camps of ordinary tribes.

Ordinary tribes are roughly divided into three levels: chiefs, warriors, and tribesmen. Up to the chief, down to the tribal people, they are all the same poor, with very little private property. The warehouse of the tribe is owned by the public, and the soldiers and men are given priority. Newborn children have a high mortality rate, and most are co-parented. In the camp, the chief's clothes are complete and bright, especially red. The warriors are more robust, because from time to time there are hunted prey to supplement nutrition.

"Any southern village is more prosperous than the common canine tribe. Well, the Guaquilis are tough and hard to tame, and they are destitute. They see life and death as nothing..."

Seeing everything in front of him, Shulot was thoughtful. He went west along the long and narrow valley, patrolling the camps and appeasing the tribal chiefs. The king passed through the humble town in the center of the valley, but did not enter. He just ordered in a low voice.

"In the temple in the center of the city, erect the emblem of the Lord God! Send priests with the army to appease people in the temple. The captured dog tribes need to pray regularly in the temple!"

The king went all the way west, past many abandoned camps, until he came to Taniguchi in the northwest. Bertard's expression was calm, and he had followed His Highness again. The two continued on until they came to a camp with a red crow flag.

"Your Highness, this camp has been abandoned, and the tribes in it have already escaped from the valley."

Bertard whispered back.

"There's only one old tribal priest left here, dying, and he won't be able to live much longer."

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