Chapter 290: Dog Scouts, the Guakiri Tribe

The end of April contained the sound of wind, and the sound of thunder was hidden in the wind. The thunder was interrupted by the rapid shouting and killing, which startled the birds in the forest. The fighting on the northern border never stopped. Thousands of dog descendants continued to plunder southward and fought with the warriors of Otto Pangbang. Then, hundreds of Mexica scouts joined in. The elite warriors of the kingdom were fully armed and led by the Otomi scouts. They fought with the Guakili people one after another and gained an absolute upper hand.

After several fights, the invading Guakili tribe noticed something was wrong. Soon, a brutal ambush ended in the mountains and forests. Two red-haired Guakili senior warriors looked solemn and carefully examined the bodies of several new enemies.

Due to low productivity, the Guakili people were still in the wild tribal era, and the primitive tribal alliance had just taken shape. The population of each large tribe was limited, and the largest was only about 10,000. There was no obvious wealth differentiation in the tribe, and naturally there was no talk of nobles and warriors.

In the Guakili tribe, except for a very small number of priests, there are usually only four simple and rough levels: the first level is boys who cannot fight and can be abandoned by the tribe at any time; the second level is teenagers who can fight and give birth, who are regarded as the foundation of the tribe; the third level is warriors who master combat skills and are the core of each tribe's strength; the last is senior warriors who have experienced fighting and are the ones who really hold power in the tribe. These senior warriors often dye their hair a sacred red as a symbol of being blessed by the gods. As for the old and weak in the tribe who cannot fight and work hard, they are usually not treated as human beings and will not live long.

"Damn it! Amosi, where did this enemy come from? Like the cactus on the plateau, it's hard and prickly!"

Looking at the dead dog corpses around him, the young red-haired warrior roared angrily.

"I used a hundred-man team, but I couldn't surround twenty people! The tribe lost twenty-five warriors, and only less than ten bodies were left!"

"Ivikan, in the wilderness, angry coyotes can't catch vigilant antelopes. You have to suppress your anger, learn to observe and wait."

The older red-haired warrior Amosi shook his head. He carefully searched the corpse in front of him, and then laid out the things he touched.

"An obsidian dagger, an obsidian war club, and five packs of replacement obsidian sharp pieces. Hiss, what a wealthy tribe!"

Amosi exclaimed. He continued to check, with a hint of confusion in his expression.

"A golden necklace with the sun and hummingbird engraved on it, which should be a prayer tool. Hey, it's not made of wood, but gold that the city-state people like?"

"A short-handled axe? What is it made of? It's really sharp and hard, a good thing!"

"Well, a tough rattan hat, a rattan shield, and a complete set of cotton armor, with key parts thickened with leather. Hmm, this smell, is it soaked in precious oil? No wonder the warriors' hunting bows can't shoot through it!"

"Finally, a small cotton bag with dry leaves and fresh grass inside?"

Amosi looked at it for a moment and got nothing. He turned his head and shouted loudly.

"Ivikan, you are the scout captain of the 'Red Fox' tribe, and you have inherited more knowledge than me. Come and see what these are?"

Ivikan frowned and walked closer. He picked up the leaves, sniffed them hard, and then tasted the fresh grass.

"Hey, feathery leaves, special fragrance, ink tree leaves? Slightly spicy taste, fresh juice, is it chili grass? Ah, these are the expensive herbs carefully collected and treasured by the tribal priests, which can heal wounds and stop bleeding. They actually appear on ordinary scouts! Damn it, damn it!"

I don't know what stimulated him, Ivikan's anger suddenly burned like a flame. He took out a cactus fruit from his waist in anger and threw it into the sky with force. Then, the scout captain took off the short hunting bow behind him, put on the animal tooth arrow on the reed stem, and shot it into the sky with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"!

His archery skills are so superb that every arrow will accurately hit the cactus fruit, and even connect with the previous arrow! The fist-sized fruit stayed in the air for more than ten breaths before it turned into dozens of fragments and fell to the ground.

"Wow, praise the wind god, it's really an archery skill that shoots down the sacred eagle! It's worthy of being the scout captain of the big tribe!"

Amosi smiled and exclaimed sincerely. After venting, Ivican's emotions finally calmed down. He stamped his feet fiercely.

"Damn it! What's the use of good archery? These new enemies are well-equipped and good at fighting, completely different from the poor and war-fearing Otomi people! Each of them is richer than me, with solid armor and helmets, and even thick shields! The archery that the tribal archers are proud of can't break through the defense and cause effective damage!"

Ivican gritted his teeth. He only had a hunting bow, a stone spear, a damaged cotton armor, and an obsidian dagger. The cotton armor and dagger were both seized from the Otomi people not long ago. At this moment, the scout captain looked at the equipment spread out on the ground, and continued to curse with red eyes.

"Damn it! Where did this huge tribe come from? War clubs, daggers, axes, shields. The weapons and equipment of one scout can equip three tribal warriors! Their fighting skills are far more sophisticated than those of the Otomi people, and their fighting will is much stronger. Even when surrounded by enemies several times their number, no one wavered and surrendered. What a dangerous jaguar! Spring plowing is approaching. If we don't find out the situation of these people, how can the tribe move south and settle down peacefully?"

"Ivecan, I have asked the captured Otomí prisoners. These people are Aztec warriors, senior warriors of the Mexica Alliance. They are reinforcements invited by the Otomí people, from the Mikancho Lake area in the south!"

"Aztecs? Ah, the rock cactus tribe that worships the sun? I have indeed heard rumors that they are good at fighting. Mikancho Lake area? Isn't that the territory of the Taras Condor tribe? How come there are Aztecs there?"

"A year ago, the powerful Condor tribe was destroyed by the more powerful Aztecs. On the land of the Condor tribe, the great chief of the Aztecs appointed a new great chief, Xiuluot. It is said that he is a descendant of the god of death, possesses the magic of the gods, and is also very powerful."

Amosi looked serious and earnestly told the news that had been passed on several times.

"By the way, he is also the sworn brother of the new leader of the Otomi people. At the request of the Otomi people, he led his troops north to support them this time, bringing a full 10,000 warriors!"

"What? There are 10,000 more warriors like this?"

Ivekan took a breath. He looked at Amosi with doubt on his face.

"I don't believe it! Is this news accurate? Can the captured captives count so many people?"

"I don't know, and I don't believe it either. There are several newly captured Otomi captives in the tribal camp, and one of them seems to be a noble. You can ask yourself."

Amosi shook his head. He certainly couldn't count such a huge number, so he was also very suspicious.

"Well! When a coyote hunts an antelope, how can it expose its back to let the dangerous golden eagle watch? Amosi, the matter is urgent, let's go north and return to your tribe's camp!"

Amosi nodded in agreement. He turned and walked a few steps, then remembered something and turned back quickly. Then, he grabbed a dagger from the ground and put it in his hand; picked up a copper axe and put it on his waist; finally picked up the cloth bag of herbs and carefully put it in his arms.

Ivekan turned around and saw that Amosi was still reluctant to leave, and he roared angrily.

"Damn it! Amosi, go quickly, business is important! I will let the warriors leave you a set of things!"

"Oh, okay! Ivekan, my friend, you have to keep your word!"

Amosi looked at the cotton armor with holes on the ground reluctantly, and finally turned around and started running fast.

The dog race always runs fast. The group rushed north and returned to the camp in just one day. Ivekan immediately recruited the Otomi captives. He asked carefully for half a day, then his face was solemn, and he immediately took the captives north.

The scout team ran a long distance, first crossing the southern border of Pams State, and then ran for two days, and finally arrived at a warm valley. The towering mountains shielded the cold wave from the north, isolating the dangerous cold. The gurgling streams flowed down from the mountains and gathered at the bottom of the valley, forming a shallow lake.

Thousands of Guakili dog descendants settled down by the lake in the valley. A red fox flag, a circle of shallow wooden fences, and hundreds of thatched huts are the new camp of the "Red Fox" tribe.

Outside the camp, there are two hundred patrolling scouts. When they saw the Ivikan team coming from afar, they saluted the red hair respectfully. In the camp, more tribal warriors shouted, waved their weapons, and maintained the order of the tribe.

Thousands of Otomi civilians, together with the same number of Guakili tribesmen, were busy on the fertile land by the lake. Most of these people were pale and thin, with staggering steps, doing extremely heavy labor, but with very little food, and some people fell to the ground every day. Under the strict requirements of the leader, they had to burn the trees by the lake, remove the stones in the soil, pull out the weeds in the fields, and try to level the land to prepare for spring plowing.

Ivikan stopped and looked at the tribe in front of him. He didn't care about the piles of corpses in the corner, he only saw a bustling vitality. The tribe struggled hard from the cold wave, just like the grass growing in the cracks of the rocks, full of new hope!

The air by the lake was slightly moist, which made people feel refreshed. The scout captain took a few deep breaths to calm down his ups and downs, and then took the Otomi captives to the longhouse in the center of the tribe.

The sun set and the moon rose, and the bonfire in the longhouse burned all night, and it didn't go out until dawn. Early the next morning, more than a dozen teams of messengers left in a hurry and went to the surrounding large tribes. Then the day and night alternated, the messengers hurried back and forth, and the scouts shuttled like arrows.

As the center of communication for the messengers, the leader's longhouse was always bright day and night. Senior warriors held meetings continuously, and noisy arguments came from the center of the tribe. Ten days passed before the arguments came to an end, and everyone reluctantly reached a consensus.

On this day, the dog tribe camp was in a state of excitement. The tribe's horns blew loudly, and the passionate war drums were as urgent as a torrential rain. Soon, hundreds of red-haired warriors who were good at fighting, each carrying a hunting bow, and led five hundred senior tribal warriors to quickly leave the camp. They were like a pack of running coyotes, making low roars, and soon merged into the mountains and forests in the south and disappeared completely.