Chapter 1356 Amoxi Is Farming, Alan Is Charging

The sun sets in the west and rises in the east, and the divine light disappears thousands of miles away, leaving only a little light. When you believe that Bodhi exists in the world, you also plant the seeds of Bodhi. The way to enlighten Bodhicitta requires not only the great aspirations of all people, but also the divine empowerment and diligent practice.

"May the Lord God bless you! May the cassava harvest be abundant and the corn warehouses be full! May there be no cold wave this winter, and may all tribes survive this terrible divine disaster!"

More than a thousand miles away in the land of Koahuik, Red Crow Chief Amosi has never truly believed in any gods or Buddhas. But at this time, he was also practicing diligently, taking care of the pressure of more than 100,000 tribes, and working hard with gray hair on his temples, and he unconsciously developed the bodhicitta. At this moment, he was wearing the amulet of the main god, staring at the mouth of the Heron River in early winter, and praying silently.

"Holy heaven and earth! May the two thousand tribes going east be able to have enough food and clothing, and use the stone spears in their hands to carve out a bright future for themselves..."

At the mouth of the Heron River, hundreds of canoes and small galleys have already blown their conch horns to set sail. Soon, the huge seaside fleet, loaded with two thousand fearful grassland tribes with broken hair and tattoos, slowly sailed away from the mouth of the river and disappeared at the end of the eastern coast.

On the bank of the estuary, baskets of corn and pumpkins were piled up like harvest fields. Hundreds of Red Crow warriors were happily carrying the staple food and miscellaneous grains that could keep the tribe alive, carrying them on their shoulders to the only masonry building in the nearby village. This building is of course not a temple to the main god, but the most important barn of a tribe.

"Amo! Ah Feng and I ordered it again! It is indeed enough food for two thousand men for a year, at least fifty thousand kilograms! Although there are more miscellaneous grains, we should eat these grains sparingly. The elderly, weak and children only eat one-third. One... is enough for ten thousand tribes to survive the difficult winter! These coastal tribes are really rich! It's a pity that they are so far away and the fleet is very capable..."

At the mouth of the river, henchman Mo Qi ran over happily, dragging a strong man with him. The man's face was simple, and he looked like a canine. There were no signs of the Lord God on his body, and he only wore rough robes that were convenient for work. If it weren't for the wood-carved hummingbird amulet he wore around his neck, no one would have guessed that he was the highest-ranking secondary god priest in the Red Crow tribe, "Afeng".

"Ah Feng, are you sure these foods can keep ten thousand tribesmen through the winter?"

"Enough."

Priest Abee nodded silently. He has always done more and said less. Even with his strong body, he is the type of shaman who can fight among the dog-born. At this moment, facing Amosi's inquiry, he just said.

"Witness the Lord God! Fifty thousand kilograms, 70% of miscellaneous grains, 30% of staple food. Eat dried cassava and pumpkin first. Cook more, it is better to cook it into a paste, and add acorns and leaves. Old corn is kept the longest and is eaten last. …This is enough to eat, but it must be stored well and the food cannot be wasted.”

"As for the grain storage barn, we still have to follow the old method. Lay a few more layers of hay on the top, and put a layer of bamboo chips on the bottom. The bamboo chips are then covered with a layer of plant ash, and they are well sealed with bison's dried dung. Insect-proof and moisture-proof... As for moles, the straw baskets containing food must be raised higher. These things dig holes very hard, and they live in litters... If you can raise a few short-tailed cats, it will be safe. "

"Okay! I'll do as you say! I'll leave all the barns in the tribe to you! Ah Feng, work harder, bring a few more priest apprentices, and teach them the real skills that can keep the tribe alive!" …”

"I will."

Priest Abee nodded again. He waited for a while, and seeing that Amosi had nothing to say, he turned around and left to call for people to decorate the barn.

"Blessed by the Lord God! We are so lucky to have such a Lord God priest! It would be great if the priests from the south could talk less and do more like him..."

Looking at Ah Feng's strong back as he left, Amosi smoothed his knotted hair with emotion on his face. Next to him, his confidant Mo Qi also nodded in agreement.

"That's right! The priest of the main god who was born in the wasteland is capable. He looks honest and honest, and his body is like a bison. He is a good look for a shaman! The priests from the city-state are quite different. They all talk too much and are short-handed. He is as smart as a fox, but he has too many thoughts and his facial expressions are really bad..."

"Um…"

In the past few years, both the Mexica Alliance and the Lake Kingdom have sent several groups of missionary priests to the Red Crow Tribal Alliance. However, the progress of these priests' missionary work is not great, and it is completely inferior to the original wilderness priests and shamans of the tribe. Many priests of the main god were even sent back by the Red Crow tribe for some reason.

It wasn't until the Kingdom of the Lake selected some young and strong preaching priests from the converted canine tribes with the same roots and origins in the wilderness that they were gradually accepted by the Red Crow Alliance.

As an alliance of hunting tribes that have initially settled down, the Red Crow Tribes lack too much knowledge and technology. Therefore, even if there is little interest in converting to the main god, the agricultural technology, construction and life experience brought by the priests of the main god are urgently needed by the tribe.

And when the priest of the main god really brought tangible benefits to the tribe and brought about changes for the better, the faith of the main god took root in the Red Crow tribe for the first time! Similarly, with this connection of the main god's belief, there is a channel for peaceful communication between the Red Crow Tribe and the various tribes in the south, and the possibility of trade exchanges.

"May the Lord bless us! Before the cold wave arrives, we should store all the food and hunt for the last time... Then, we should hold a sacrifice ceremony in the Lord's Temple beside the Warrior Lake! The Lord of the South is quite powerful. I hope He can bless our Red Crow Tribe!"

"That's right! Amo, we haven't had a celebration party for a long time. With this batch of food, I feel more at ease! This time, we have to let the whole tribe have a good time... It's best to get pregnant before winter comes, so as not to delay the autumn harvest next year!..."

"Well... I feel more at ease with food. It's better to have some fun!..."

Amoxi smiled and nodded, and stroked his gray hair again. He pondered for a while, looked around, and then asked.

"Mo Qi, facing these two grain transactions... what do the newly surrendered tribal chiefs think?..."

"Amo, don't you know these barbarians in the Great River Grassland? Their days on the grassland are similar to ours in the wilderness... Now it is much better to hand over the tribes that can't be supported to the coastal tribes and exchange them for food than to eat people directly! To me, their only opinion is that they want to bypass our Red Crow main force and do business with the coastal tribes secretly!"

"After all, a person weighs only about 100 pounds, and many weigh less than 100 pounds, all bones, not as good as a deer... and in exchange for the coastal tribe, it is 250 kilograms of real food, which can be stored and stored, and can feed a warrior for a year!..."

"Just catch some A small tribe can trade for food. Which northern tribe would not be jealous? They all thought that the Coastal Tribe was crazy to use so much food to trade for people... Hey! I don't know how long such a good trade can last... And how to divide the food in exchange is also an important matter. Everyone is angry when talking about this! ..."

"Heh! Of course, our Red Crow Chief will be responsible for the distribution! Let the camps of each tribe rely on us to survive the winter. This is like a wolf pack with a wolf king, so there will be no chaos. And if any chief dares to mess up this matter, or secretly collude with the Coastal Tribe, he will be courting death! I will cut off his head and feed it to the Black Eagle in front of everyone! ..."

Amoxi's eyes were sharp, and he clenched the bronze spear in his hand and slammed it heavily on the ground. Until this moment, he showed some of the sharpness of the Red Crow Chieftain and the majesty of ruling more than 100,000 tribes!

After all, he could firmly control so many fierce northern tribes and firmly hold the position of the Red Crow Chieftain. How could he be a kind-hearted person? The only thing that could give him a headache and a soft heart was...

"Chieftain, the messenger who went to the north has returned and brought back a message from Chief Alan."

"Huh?! Why didn't that girl come back in person? Didn't I tell her! Come back for the winter, come back for the winter! I won't find her a husband, as long as she stays here honestly, doesn't go on expeditions all day, and brings back a bunch of tribes that can't be supported!..."

"Uh..."

Reporting Zukata touched his short hair, not knowing what to say. For a long time, except for the chieftain, who else in the tribe could control Chief Alan who could fight and shoot arrows? Now it seems that even the chieftain himself can't control it! After a long while, he spoke in a muffled voice.

"Great Chief, Chief Alan said... she won't come back for the winter. She has found the legendary flint coal mine in the upper reaches of the river, two thousand miles north! But she also encountered a group of powerful tribes that went south, and was even ambushed by the enemy once, losing dozens of warriors... That tribe that went south was obviously also for the flint coal mine, and they go south every autumn and winter!..."

"What! Alan was ambushed? Is she injured? I will send warriors to support her!..."

"Ah, Great Chief, Chief Alan said she is fine! She is too far away, and she doesn't need the Red Crow main force to support her …She now has 20 hundred-man teams, a total of 2,000 warriors, and can already defeat the 2,000 tribes on the other side. But she is worried that these tough guys will flee to the north and invite more tough tribes over… So, she is now hiding in a mountain camp, waiting for the other side to spend the winter… Then, she will sneak attack the other side's winter camp and eat up the main force of the other side in one go, completely eliminating the future troubles! … In this way, the upstream flint coal mine will be occupied by the Red Crow Alliance! "

"…"

Hearing Alan's plan and the important information about the flint coal mine, Amoxi pondered for a while and nodded slowly. The biggest trouble in fighting with the northern tribes is that each tribe will migrate unpredictably and run away in a blink of an eye. And each tribe has a connection, and once they hear about the benefits, they will gather like wasps.

So, in the northern grasslands, either fight fast and bite the opponent until the opponent's main force is swallowed up... or you have to wait and find an opportunity to surround it. The best opportunity is when the cold wave arrives in winter and the tribes stay in their homes for the winter!

"Ah! Alan, this child, is obviously a girl, but she is braver than all the men! She is always so competitive, adventurous and aggressive! She is really not like me at all! I don't know what kind of man can subdue her? Don't let her ride on you and take you everywhere..."

Amoxi sighed and covered his forehead. He was really troubled by this powerful and warlike daughter. But it was indeed only by being so powerful that he could suppress the group of barbarian warriors below.

Mozi, who was standing next to him, touched his nose and muttered in his heart. Alan was picked up by Amoxi, not born by the chief. Besides, when Amoxi was young, wasn't he also very brave? During the sneak attack, he almost shot the black wolf to death! But after becoming the chief, Amoxi became more and more cowardly every year. Every time before taking action, he would think again and again, and worry about this and that...

"Azu! You've made a hard trip!..."

Amoxi sighed for a while, patted Zukata's shoulder, and comforted him a few words. Then, he thought for a while, frowned and asked again.

"Oh right! What's the name of the difficult tribe that Alan encountered heading south? Are there other tribes behind them? Is there any tribal alliance?"

"Captain, I heard from the young chief that the tribe heading south seems to be called...what...Oh! 'Brave Mountain Tribe'!...Mescalero, and they call themselves Inde!"

Zukata pulled his hair and squeezed for a long time before he squeezed out the difficult-to-pronounce name of a northern tribe. Then, he thought about it and added.

"However, in the mouths of the Concho people in the upper reaches of the Great River, these northern tribes that plunder like the wind have another name, 'the fierce enemies from the mountains'... that is, 'the Apaches of the Mountains'!..."

"As for whether there are any tribal alliances behind this 'Apaches of the Mountains' tribe?... I don't know! We have to defeat them, capture them and interrogate them, and then we can find out..."

"May the Lord, the Three Gods, and the divine heaven and earth bless the warlike young chief!..."