Chapter 1347 The Aftermath of the Southern Plateau, Turning Into a Feathery Yellow Wind
Chapter 1347 The aftermath of the Southern Plateau, the yellow wind turning into feathers~
"Ah haha! Finally, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the feathers of the three gods fly to the legendary hometown! What a rugged mountain range, what a suddenly wide open valley!..."
The sky is bright golden, the mountains are vast gray-yellow, there is not much green, and the precipitation is also very limited. Among the difficult and majestic mountains, there are sparse stretches of black coal and occasional gilded mottled spots. This kind of gilding contains both real gold and stone and contained copper ore. The coal and copper Opata valleys, the US-Mexico border in later generations, and the mineral-rich inland mountains of Sonora suddenly unfolded at the end of the mountain road!
"Ah haha! If we set up a stronghold on this steep mountain road and have someone guard it, even one or two hundred tribal militiamen, we won't be able to get over it! This wonderful terrain is even more difficult to overcome than the Colima Mountains. Attack! Although the valleys separated by the mountains are a little dry, there are rivers flowing there, and we can grow corn, pumpkins and sweet potatoes! When we got here, we finally got through it, and we felt as happy as returning home. !…Ahaha!…”
Old Feather Peng Guali climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the valley below and the distant smoke rising from the villages. He was covered in tatters, stained with dark red blood that had not been washed away for a long time, and he had a hearty smile on his face. He was holding a mountain-climbing scepter, blowing the wind and sand of the eastern wasteland. He was as confident as a monkey of destiny, and as ragged as a crazy rat king. And behind him, a thousand vanguard feathered warriors, carrying hundreds of Zabu and Yomei warriors, also emerged one after another, like a group of rats escaping from the fighting on the plateau, arriving at a brand new hunting ground, incarnating. For the wolf.
"Ancestors bless the feathers! We have traveled a thousand miles north, and we can go further north! Let us take a closer look. What do the Opata tribes with red copper look like? Come, let us go down the mountain and see See if their women are fertile? Look at their villages and see if their farmland by the river is good. Do you want us to help? Haha!
The feathered warriors laughed together, all wearing armor and carrying bronze spears. Their faces were full of wind and sand, and they looked a little ferocious, accustomed to life and death, and leading beasts and cannibals. And among these feathered elites who have been fighting for ten years, the miscellaneous tribesmen in the wasteland hold stone spears, and they are both simple and ferocious. The prisoners of the Yomei tribe were confused and just followed the team numbly, carrying heavy supplies. And more clan women and children were still walking on the mountain road winding northward behind hundreds of warriors. They stretched out for two miles. I don't know if there were 3,000 or 4,000 people. I don't know how many small tribes they trapped. The number of people was actually more than when they set out!
"Ahaha! Little Mountain Eagle Weiho, you have been to the territory of the Opata people, and you recognize the chief of this valley! Next, I have to look at you! ... I have treated you well these days, so I will keep you here. We won't even eat it, and we won't even let you go hungry. You have to lead the way and take us directly to the largest tribe in this valley, the Opata tribe! The clan's food supply is about to run out. The rations for these six thousand people. Ordinary small tribes can’t afford to feed them!…”
Little Mountain Eagle Weihuo's expression was numb. Looking at the ferocious old face of Old Feather, his legs trembled in fear. He didn't know what kind of threats he had received these days. He nodded vigorously, swallowed hard, and then managed to speak.
"Chief Feather, you...don't worry! Our Yuomei tribe and the Opata tribes have known each other for many years. I am in charge of trade, and I am also familiar with the chiefs here! The Opata people have three large valleys in total, and ten Several small valleys are separated by mountains. The more than 100,000 tribes of the Opata people are distributed along the rivers in the mountains. The valleys where the three rivers flow also have the largest village population, and they are divided into the North Valley, the East Valley and the West Valley. The three major tribes on earth…”
"I dare not say that the name of our Yuomei tribe has spread too far. At least the tribes in the West Valley recognize it... As long as you use the banner of the Yuomei tribe, the Opata people will not be hostile to us in a short time. We can even help with some food!…”
"Ah haha! Little Mountain Eagle, with your words, the Lord God is smiling! Don't worry! I won't eat you, I will marry my niece to you tonight and sleep with you! ... As long as you get out of the mountain road, let The warriors need to take good care of themselves for two days, take this critical breath, and regain their strength to fight... As for the next food, they don't need to fund it, we will get it ourselves! Of course, it would be better if they don't take precautions..."
"Ahaha! With the blessing of our ancestors, as long as there is enough food, I will feed everyone! As long as we occupy this valley, all of you Yuomei tribe warriors will be members of the Feather clan! Anyway, Yue Meibu is gone, swallowed up by the southern kingdom, so just follow me... Hahahaha! Give me enough strength and hold on to the spear in your hand..."
Old Feather's crazy laughter whirled and fluttered in the yellow wind, scattered among the mountains. The more than a thousand Feather Clan, who were like wolves and tigers, also laughed excitedly. The ensnared tribesmen in the wilderness even howled like a canine wolf. And there was a bit of cruelty and ferocity on the face of the prisoner Yome. After all, it is better to eat from others than to be eaten by others...
"Ouch!~~Ouch!~~"
The long wind blew through the valley, and the howls of wolves echoed faintly in the horizon. In the nearest village of Opata, a group of women raised their heads in surprise and looked toward the mountain pass to the south, but could see nothing. These Opata women are all wearing grass-woven clothes and carrying straw-woven rattan baskets. They are collecting dried vines in the mountains after autumn.
The Opata people live in the arid mountains, and agriculture is not well developed. Cotton needs 500 mm of precipitation to grow, which exceeds the rainfall scale in the mountains. Therefore, the Opata people rarely have cotton cloth, and they wear grass clothes every day. Even their houses are thick and short grass houses. They are ancient rattan weavers, and they can even use dense and fine grass to weave bowls and baskets that can hold water as daily utensils.
Many small Opata tribes have relatively low productivity and still retain the characteristics of matriarchal clans, with female grandmothers. The grass utensils woven by women play an indispensable and important role in life, and naturally have political power corresponding to the economy. The men have not experienced too much fighting, have not evolved a special warrior class, and cannot dominate the tribe. In fact, the Opata tribes have hardly fought a thousand-man battle, nor will they fight in a military formation. They are particularly good at fighting in teams of dozens of people, and the best are the archery hunters in the mountains.
At this time, the Opata people knew that this was the most powerful enemy. It was just the Apache tribes that the northern valley was facing, those groups of hundreds of "prairie barbarians" with tattoos all over their bodies who went south to plunder and leave. That was the truly chaotic North American interior, the brutal and savage tribes on the prairie. But the Apaches migrating on the prairie, although fearless, were not good at fighting in the mountains. The tribes in the northern valley also held red copper spears and axes, always on guard against their southward movement...
However, the violent winds and waves that were set off by the southern plateau finally blew to the distant northern interior. Even if it was just a remnant of the yellow wind, it was violent beyond the imagination of the Opata people! Not to mention, the leader of this "yellow wind" is none other than the cunning and ruthless Feather, who came under the banner of the Yomei tribe...
"Ahaha! After we get down the mountain, tell the warriors to be more restrained! Take a good look at the situation of the Opata people and see if they can fight!... Remember, we are all remnants of the Yomei people, who were beaten by the War God tribe in the south and fled here to seek refuge!... Let the Opata people's West Valley tribe let down their guard, and don't use force if you can deceive or sneak attack! If anyone lets the cat out of the bag, I'll expose his "Skin!"
"After conquering the West Valley tribe, don't kill people randomly! Occupying this valley, we will have a home, we will settle down, and we will never leave again! ...The sky is high and the Lord God is far away, the flag of the Feather Clan can be raised again! ...Beg Peng, what did you say? The best thing is this thousand miles of mountains and this dangerous terrain? Occupy the valley and close the door to call yourself king? Ah! Your knowledge is still too shallow!"
Old Feather picked up the scepter, shook his head, and laughed wildly as he walked towards the river under the mountain. His crazy voice drifted farther and farther, and only the laughter came from afar.
"Ahahaha! A bunch of ignorant mad tigers! After we occupy this valley, we still have to worship the banner of the Lord God, and even accept the priests from the south, and pay tribute on the surface! In this way, we can scare the rest of the Opata tribe, and see if we can get some useful weapons and some scarce supplies from the south!..."
"Ancestors! We are all fellow villagers of Prepecha, and we all believe in the Lord God... Oh! The ancient glue people of Totonac!...Ahahaha! For the sake of this path of the clan, I gave up my son and gave him to the song bird priest in the south. I also gave my granddaughter to the little crow to sleep, and gave birth to his This kind of…who is more loyal than me in this sincerity of faith in the Lord God? Who is more of a fool than me? I have painted 18 hummingbirds all over my body! …”
“Lord God bless you! Hummingbird bless you, let me get a few women from Opata and give birth to a few feathered babies! You too, sleep with more women, give birth to more feathered tribes like moles, and make the clan prosperous again! These scattered 6,000 or 7,000 people are nothing, at least 20,000 people are needed to occupy this valley of hundreds of miles. And with 60,000 people, the entire Opata thousand-mile mountain area will be ours in the future! …Ahahahahaha! …”
(*^▽^*) Yellow Wind Feathers are coming~