Chapter 1401 Waaagh! The Era of the Integration of Rubber People!

The Caribbean Sea is surging, and the Gulf of Mexico is full of clouds. On the East China Sea Islands, the conflict and exchange between the old and new worlds is just the prelude to a more magnificent era. And the chess game of the entire American world is undergoing drastic changes with the expansion and conquest of the Mexica!

"May the Lord bless us! After several months of sailing, we finally arrived at the Mayan Coast again! This time, we brought two thousand grassland barbarians, and we can finally explain to the ferocious Black Wolf General!..."

The Totonac galley fleet once again returned from the distant Red Crow territory, from the "flowing river" in the mouth of the grassland tribe, which is the Grande River Basin in later generations. After a long voyage, the fleet was loaded with transactions with the Red Crow, and the hungry grassland barbarians arrived in the north of the Yucatan Peninsula. Afterwards, they stopped at the port of the "tail of the demon's destruction of the world", that is, the village of the tail, and unloaded a full two thousand tribesmen!

These tribesmen from the border of the North American prairie came from various sources, and even they themselves could not tell clearly. There are Coahuiltecan and Karankawa people in the lower reaches, and Toboso, Jumano, and Comanche people in the middle and lower reaches. Anyway, they were all gathered, lured, coerced, and captured by the Red Crow Alliance.

The farthest tribe among them is a Pueblo tribe of more than 100 people, located 2,000 miles upstream of the river, almost reaching the tribes in the Opata Mountains where the feathers sneaked in. At the beginning of last year, they were plundered by the ferocious Apache tribes, all the food was taken away, and the ancestral hunting grounds were occupied.

Then, the tribe was penniless and had to migrate to the south, trekking thousands of miles to find the tribe's slim way out. But in fact, according to the migration tradition for thousands of years, they are likely to either eat people or be eaten by people, and at least 80% to 90% will die...

But this time, changes that do not conform to tradition continue to occur on the northern grasslands. This tribe heading south actually ran into Alan's vanguard of 100 men. After the two sides fought a battle, they were half lured and half coerced to go to the lower reaches of the river, and boarded a large ship they had never seen before...

At this moment, they were dizzy and climbed off the ship that had sailed for two months. They had actually come to a green forest where there was no river! This was a full six or seven thousand miles, a "long migration" that the tribe could not imagine at all!

You said that this happened. Everyone was eating sour wood sorrel and singing the migration song of Pueblo, but how could they suddenly be robbed by a group of red-haired crow tribes? They were even sold to another group of red-haired gray wolf tribes through the black-haired sea snake tribe? This made them jump over the entire Central America, and went straight from the North American prairie to the Mayan jungle!

"Haha! Black Wolf Leader is not here, I, Red Frog, will be the boss today!... Come! Divide these wolf cubs into teams of 20, and then compete to select the team leader! Tell them to fight hard! If you become the team leader, you can eat your fill, but the team leader's subordinates can only eat half full!..."

Red Frog Cocker Spaniel put one hand on his waist and held a heavy axe in the other hand, looking proudly at these "grassland barbarians" who were further north than the Wild Dogs. He looked at these skinny and hungry barbarians, and when they heard the promise of being full, their eyes glowed green and they shouted in disorder. Then, they gritted their teeth and fought fiercely with each other, biting with their nails and teeth, like North American gray wolves that had been hungry for a long time!

"Wow ha ha ha! Good! Good fight!... Come on! This team has won! Feed him!... Huh?! He's so hungry, and his face is covered in blood, and he still dares to bite me? Ha ha! He's really fierce! Good!..."

Such a lively scene made the red frog Cocker Spaniel smile. If there was no food in the wilderness like ten years ago, there would be no choice but to kill these hungry wolf cubs. But now, as a general of the kingdom, he came to this warm Mayan jungle. He has no shortage of food, but only "fellow tribesmen" who dare to fight and fight!

"Wow ha ha ha! That's great! With these two thousand people, we can drive 20,000 Mayan tribesmen! And the village settlement south of the port can actually control a few of them, and we don't have to worry about those swaying fence-sitters anymore!..."

Red Frog Cocker Spaniel has fought from north to south and from west to east for so many years, and he is no longer the foolish and brave man he was when he went south. He could guard the rear for Black Wolf, and he had a clear idea of ​​the thoughts of these newly conquered Mayan tribes.

When the kingdom's army appeared, these Mayan tribes would all bow their heads obediently and pay tribute and people in full. But when they were far away from the kingdom's army, all kinds of messy thoughts would emerge like vines in the jungle, and it would be easy for them to have different intentions! And the closer to the inland jungle and the farther away from the coast, the more the local Mayan tribes would rebel and surrender, and they would be like fence-sitters!

And the kingdom could only arrange dozens of "highland barbarians" who could fight in the conquered villages, and then force them to intermarry with the headman's family... in order to completely suppress the thoughts of a large Mayan village and hundreds of tribesmen, and truly turn them into "villages loyal to the kingdom"!

"Huh! I set a fire in the forest and burned the tangled bushes... But if we don't plant the seeds of big trees, the grass, branches, and vines will sprout again... Right now, bringing the tribes from the north here is like planting saplings directly. It's really the fastest and best way!"

Looking at more than two thousand prairie barbarians, a hundred or so team leaders were selected, and then they were beaten with spears by the red-haired canine descendants, "injecting" the rules and spirit of the legion... Red Frog Cocker's face was like He grinned with satisfaction.

"Very good! That's it! Very energetic! Keep fighting!..."

At this moment, in the midst of Mexico's eastward conquest and the unprecedented changes in the Mayan land, the tribal melting pot era of recasting the plastic people has also arrived!

This time, it was not just the wilderness dog descendants who went south to attack the tribes on the plateau. It was the North American grassland barbarians who traveled six thousand miles eastward to impact the solidified Mayan world! This is a clash and integration of tribes that has never happened before in the entire Central American world!

"God bless us! We need more, more reinforcements for our headquarters! Without these migratory tribes coming to settle, intermarry, and guard... If we want to really conquer these stubborn jungle long-headed tribes, I, Red Frog, will I don’t know if I’ll ever see it in my life!”

Thinking of this, Koka the Red Frog looked at the vast green forest sea in the south and shook his head in awe. This endless jungle itself is the best barrier for the Mayan long-headed tribe. This is by no means a place that can be occupied for a long time simply by relying on force!

In order to cultivate the basic base of the kingdom, we no longer rely on the unpredictable Mayan vassal clans... In addition to letting the priests preach and convert in various ways, they can only continue to migrate to the northern tribes and local tribes. Assimilation and intermarriage!

"Wahahahaha! Under the red sky, there must be a red tribe. A red tribe must have red hair!...Wahahahaha! Come on, bring me all the dye made by those insects. Bring them here by the bucketful! I want to dye the hair of these hard-working prairie team leaders red..."

"From now on, they are members of the legion, and they are your fellow warriors! Let them all eat well, and then give them a good beating, so that these wolf cubs can cheer up and abide by the rules! By the way, please also invite the priest of the Lord God Come here and lead them to pray every day. They can only eat after praying. If they don’t obey, they will be beaten again! ...Remember to invite those strong war priests, not those with weak arms..."

"Hahahahaha! These grinning wolf cubs, I feel so friendly when I look at them! They only obey those who can fight, and they only obey the real warriors! They are not like those weird jungle tribes who were fooled by their long-headed priests. They always flee to the jungle or attack to death... If they don't have thick arms and can't hit people, why should they be priests and shamans... There must be something wrong with these Mayans, just like the sick prairie agouti in the wilderness, they are all parasitized. Insect infection!…”

The red frog Coca shook his head and tail, and came to his own conclusion for the long-headed tribe. Then, he slapped his chest hard, and roared like a bear at the grassland tribes who lined up after injecting energy.

"The new wolf cubs, please pay attention and recognize my face and our hair!... From now on, you will be the red-haired tribe, and I will be your second smartest and second most capable deputy leader. !…”

"You will see the smartest and most capable black wolf leader later! Now, you all have to listen to me! If anyone disobeys me, the smart red frog leader... I will chop him to death with a big axe!! …”

"Roar! Praise the Lord God! Praise the Great Chief! Praise the Black Wolf Boss! Praise me, the Red Frog!... Wow, hahahaha!..."