Chapter 299 Red Fox Valley

The continuous mountains undulate on the plateau, changing into different shapes, as if they were shaped by the mother goddess of the earth. Mountains change the wind direction on the plateau and also affect the flow of streams. When the cold north wind is blocked by the mountains, the climate becomes warm; when the mountain streams converge into small lakes in the valleys, the soil becomes moist. In warm and humid places, cherished small pieces of fertile soil will be formed. In the boundless wilderness of the Northland, this is the settlement where tribes fight for each other.

Amosi and the scouts climbed the two-hundred-meter-high hill along the narrow mountain road. He looked around and saw two mountains hundreds of meters high extending parallel from east to west and closing closely together from north to south, forming an intermountain valley twenty to thirty miles long. A meandering river meanders from the east along the course of the mountains. More streams merge into small rivers in the valley, bringing the source of life to all things.

“What a wonderful place!”

Amosi stood on a high place, looking at the precious green areas by the river, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, this is the Red Fox Valley. Of course it is a good place! Our Red Fox tribe is one of the most powerful tribes, and naturally it occupies the best fertile land!"

Ivican grinned. In the entire Pamus State, the mountain valleys in front of us are the second most fertile land after the surroundings of Pamus City.

Naturally, good places in the wilderness will not be empty. Along the long river, there are hundreds of huts, stilts, and farmland close to the river. Before the southern invasion, more than 20,000 Otomi people settled here and established a small Otomi city-state.

The canine descendants divided into many roads as they headed south, and this large fertile land was quickly spotted by Otua of the Red Fox tribe. Otuwa won over the "Red Frog" and "Red Cat", which were ranked last among the eight tribes. The three tribes then joined forces and captured this fertile land.

Next, allocate territory according to strength. The Red Fox Tribe occupies the small city in the center of the valley, the Red Cat Tribe occupies the river entrance to the east, and the Red Frog Tribe occupies the valley exit to the west. As for the local Otomi residents, except for the three to four thousand who escaped quickly, most of the rest were slaughtered, leaving only two thousand serfs who were good at farming.

"Oh, the land in the south is very fertile, and the food is growing so well! The pumpkins have already started to be harvested, but the corn will have to wait for another month. This time, Chief Otua asked us to plant more early-maturing pumpkins and less late-maturing corn. The soldiers were secretly complaining at first. Now it seems that Chief Fox is just an old fox, much smarter than us!"

In the center of the valley, large areas of pumpkins have matured, and thousands of tribesmen and serfs are harvesting them. Seeing this scene, Iwekan laughed happily. He looked at the cornfields in the East and West Valley again and curled his lips.

"Chief Red Cat is a stupid cat, and Chief Red Frog is a stupid toad! The Cactus Tribe's army is currently stationed eighty miles to the southeast, and they don't know when they will come over. They are guarding such a large field of unripe corn. , I really want to fight but I’m afraid I won’t be able to fight, and I want to leave but I can’t. It’s really a dilemma!”

Hearing this, Amosi's heart moved. He approached his friend and asked in a low voice.

"Iweikan, you often go to the chief's longhouse and report military information to the chief. You are a wise man! In this situation, what are the plans of the chiefs of the three major tribes?"

Listening to his friend's compliment, Iwekan laughed proudly. Then, he scratched his head in distress.

"This has been discussed for many days, and I don't understand the plans of the chiefs. The leader of Otua ordered the tribal warriors to pack their bags and be ready to retreat at any time. But listening to what the three chiefs said during the conversation, it seems that they still want to fight with Let’s hit it in the south. There are so many ordinary tribes gathered right now. They are outnumbered and relying on the terrain of the valley, I think we can still make a fight, at least until the corn in the valley is harvested before leaving!”

Amosi thought for a while and nodded in agreement. He looked at the dozen tribal flags flying in the valley, as well as tens of thousands of tribal people. The noisy human voice filled the valley and fell into the ears. It could be heard here, and it inexplicably gave people a little more confidence.

As the Cactus tribe moved north, many Guakili tribes retreated north while gradually gathering together. In Parms State, two large-scale tribal centers have now emerged around the lush fertile land.

One is the city of Palms, nearly a hundred miles away in the northeast, headed by the most powerful Red Dog tribe. There are five large tribes and dozens of ordinary tribes, and it is estimated that there should be more than 60,000 tribesmen. The other place is the current Red Fox Valley. Led by the second most powerful Red Fox tribe, there are three large tribes, more than a dozen ordinary tribes, and at least 30,000 tribesmen.

"Well, if all the tribes in the valley are mobilized, they should be able to gather more than 10,000 men who can fight, and strong women can also help with defense. With this kind of advantageous terrain, as long as each tribe guards the mouth of the valley, they can always last until the corn harvest. when!"

Amosi comforted himself and looked around. There are continuous mountains to the north and south of the valley, and there are only a few narrow mountain roads like the ones below, making it difficult for the army to pass. There are two steep valley entrances in the southeast and northwest of the valley, which barely allow two hundred people to pass abreast. As long as we rely on the terrain and guard a few valley entrances, we should be able to fight, right?

The two of them were preoccupied, looking at the valley below them, trying to piece together some confidence. They had all seen the Cactus tribe fighting up close. Although the opponent's bows and arrows are powerful, if they attack the valley entrance from above, the power of the shots will be offset by the terrain. The thick-skinned warriors who are difficult to defeat can also use powerful stone throws to deal with it.

After a while, Amosi forced a smile.

"Ivikan, this reconnaissance is no different from a few days ago. The Cactus Tribe's army is still resting 80 miles to the southeast. It is estimated that they will not have much food, and it is not certain whether they can fight or not. If there is nothing serious, I will return to the tribe first!"

"Well, I will report to the chief first. When I am free in the evening, I will find you to eat meat together! Oh, and call your daughter who is an excellent archer! I still have some stock of agouti meat. Roast it and eat it with fresh pumpkin. It is delicious!"

"Okay! Alan's archery skills have surpassed mine, and only you can give her some more guidance!"

"Okay! Oh, in two years, Alan can dye her hair red! I envy you so much!"

The two hit each other's chest and said goodbye. Ivikan led the Red Fox scouts along the narrow mountain road, over the hill to the north, and returned to the center of the valley. Amosi led several scouts of the tribe and went west along the mountains to the northwest valley entrance.

The crowd went west all the way, away from the densely populated center of the valley. As a vassal tribe of the Red Fox tribe, Amosi's tribe naturally could not settle in the fertile valley. They were assigned to the northwest valley entrance, relying on the remnants of the mountains, and located further north.

This is the lower reaches of the river. The small river has gradually dried up here, and only a small piece of fertile soil has been soaked by the river. The fertile soil has been reclaimed into farmland, planted with small pieces of pumpkins and corn, and hundreds of tribesmen are working hard in the fields to harvest pumpkins. A low straw hut was built next to the farmland, close to the nearby hills. Many semi-underground caves for living were dug at the bottom of the hills to save wood and grass for building huts.

A circle of sparse wooden fences surrounded the farmland and hills, outlining the camp of an ordinary tribe. Hundreds of tribal warriors were guarding the camp, and a red crow flag was planted at the camp gate.

"Red Crow" tribe, this is Amosi's home. Seeing this poor camp, Amosi breathed a sigh of relief. He led the scouts to the camp gate, and the tribal warriors in charge of vigilance bowed their heads to him.

Amosi nodded calmly, maintaining the dignity of a red-haired warrior. He was about to walk to the longhouse in the center of the tribe, but saw a dog-born girl of sixteen or seventeen years old trotting towards him.

The running girl had a resolute expression, a strong body, and agile movements like a cheetah. She was wearing a tight short-sleeved cloth armor, carrying a small fir hunting bow behind her, and a rare obsidian dagger hanging on her waist. On the delicate handle of the dagger, there were three unknown square symbols engraved, and a mysterious black wolf head.

The location of the Red Fox Valley is approximately in the northern part of Mexico today, Santa María del Río, San Luis Potosi.