Chapter 301 Chiefs
"Iwekan, go down! It's been a hard journey, go to the warehouse and get two bags of pumpkins."
"Yes, Chief. Oh, thank you for the reward!"
Ivican beamed. He looked up at the three tribal leaders sitting cross-legged in the solemn hall, then bowed and clenched his fists, and bowed respectfully to Chief Red Fox. Chief Red Fox waved his hand, and the red-haired scout turned around and left.
Red Fox Chief Otuwa is in his early forties, and among the short-lived dog descendants, he is no longer in his prime. The years took away the strength of his muscles and added lines to his face. He was wearing a wolfskin robe, with high cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes, and extremely sharp eyes. At first glance, he looks like a fox in wolf's clothing.
This was once the most solemn temple in the Otomi city-state in the valley, and now it is the meeting hall of the Guakili people. In the hall, the sculpture of the original god has been destroyed and damaged, the surrounding murals are stained with solidified blood, and the ground is covered with dozens of tanned animal skins.
Chief Red Fox sat on the soft animal skin, opposite two other leaders of large tribes. Red Cat Chief Mizli is tall and thin with narrow eyes, while Red Frog Chief Coca is slightly fat and has a fierce look in his eyes. The three of them were sitting together in wolf skin robes, and the smell of the jungle hit their faces.
"The Aztecs stopped eighty miles to the south. They have not moved yet as they did a few days ago. According to the scout information, they are transporting food northward and sending the strong captives captured in the tribe south, possibly to Sacrifice before the gods!"
Otois spoke calmly. The Red Fox tribe has been inherited for hundreds of years and has a good understanding of the various tribes in the south. There are special pictures telling the origin of the Cactus tribe.
"Damn cactus tribe, ferocious jaguars, they are destined to be bitten to pieces by wolves!"
Hearing this, Coca opened his eyes and cursed fiercely.
"Otuwa, Mizli, and the Cactus tribe's camp are not far away. The three of us gathered together 500 red-haired warriors, and brought some ordinary tribe scouts to give them a night attack!"
Otuwa and Mizli were surprised when they heard this proposal. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Only the elite can do such things as night attacks. No matter what the result is, most people will definitely go there and never come back. The red-haired warrior is the core of the tribe's rule. The three major tribes together only have one thousand red-haired warriors. How can they be wasted like this?
"Coca, don't worry! The Aztec camp is well guarded, and there are many night patrol scouts and tiger head night attacks. We will talk about it later. I have arranged six or seven ordinary tribes with flexible movements to go around to the south. Hundreds of miles away, harassing their food routes! They haven’t gone north immediately these days, probably because the harassment has had an effect!”
Otuwa looked at the angry Chief Red Frog, smiled and comforted him.
"Recently, all the ministries have been mobilizing soldiers to strengthen the camps at the entrance of the east and west valleys. We have a good location. As long as we hold on for a month and wait for everyone to collect the food, we will be much more comfortable whether we are fighting or traveling!"
Mizli nodded in agreement. He pondered for a while and asked in a low voice.
"Otua, has there been any reply from the envoy sent to the south? What did the Aztec chief say to our request for peace?"
"Mizli, you actually want to surrender! I'm going to kill your head."
"Coca, shut up, this is just a ploy to delay time!"
Otuwa roared coldly, and then Coca stared and remained silent. Then, Chief Red Fox frowned and continued.
"The Aztec chief was unwilling to see our envoy. The envoy stuffed many precious feathers and gems into the chief's personal guards, only to learn that the letter from Chief Chichica was too arrogant and angered the chief!"
"Ah?! The Red Dog Tribe is the Red Dog Tribe, and we are us. Although the eight tribes have formed some kind of alliance together, it is just a bluff. Ottowa, please let the envoy make it clear. The three of us and the Red Dog Tribe are The five dogs are not in the same group!"
Hearing Mizli's words, Otuwa was speechless for a moment. After a while, he shook his head and sighed.
"During the negotiations, they all exaggerated their own strength, how could they undermine each other! In my opinion, this is just an excuse. The Aztec chieftain fought too smoothly, so he underestimated us Guakili People!”
"We must show them how powerful they are! Ottowa, let's mobilize all the tribes and gather 10,000 men, and then call on the Red Dog Five to form an army of 10,000! Twenty thousand people will attack from both sides. First, Tear the Otomi bastard on the right to pieces!”
Koka couldn't help but speak again. He has been fighting in the wilderness for many years and has always been known for his bravery and has an innate sense of war. After hearing this suggestion, Otuwa was startled, and for a moment he felt that it was somewhat feasible. But after a moment, Chief Red Fox shook his head.
"It's not that easy! I did send a messenger to Chichica asking for help, but I'm not sure whether the reinforcements will come or how many they will come. Besides, the Aztec Army in the middle is still staring at us. Ten thousand How can people leave so easily?”
"Then select five thousand tribal warriors and leave the rest to guard the valley! Five thousand elites will detour from the northwest. We canine descendants can walk fast, can run, and are good at attacking! The Cactus tribe is very arrogant and divided into three groups. The armies are two days apart from each other. As long as we seize the opportunity well and cooperate with Chichika, we can kill the Otomi Dogs on the east road in one day! Next, let Chichika harass the Cactus tribe in the middle road. , cut off their food routes.”
Coca talked about his plan, becoming more and more excited as he spoke, and the loud voice echoed in the hall, like the croaking of frogs in summer. The other two chiefs pursed their lips and remained silent.
After a while, when he said he was tired and stopped, Otoit spoke calmly.
"Coca, your plan is very good, but there is a question. How do you make Chichika do what you say?"
"We can send an envoy to explain it clearly to him, and even plan together!"
"But even if Chichica agrees, can you trust him? We send troops to attack the enemies on the east route. What if Chichica doesn't come? What if the Aztec center army arrives in time and attacks from both sides? He’s dead!”
"Ah, Chief Chichika, he should be able to believe it."
Koka opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Mizli.
"I can't trust Chichika! The life of the tribe must be controlled by ourselves. How can we leave it in the hands of others?!"
"What Chief Red Cat said makes sense. Coca, everyone can't believe each other. What you said about the army's cooperation is just empty shit, it's loud and smelly!"
Otois told a crude joke, and Mizli laughed. Koka became a little angry and shouted.
"This won't work, that won't work either! Then what do you think we should do? Are we just going to do this and wait to be beaten?!"
Hearing Coca's question, Chief Red Fox's heart was spinning, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. He patted Cocker's shoulder closely.
"Coca, forget all these plans! There are so many tribes here. We mobilize more than ten thousand people to guard the valley! The Red Frog tribe is the best at fighting, and you are the best at fighting among the three of us. , I will rely on you for the defensive arrangements in the valley!"
Koka was startled, then nodded slowly, a smile gradually appearing on his face. Mizli thought for a moment and smiled in agreement. The three chiefs faced each other and soon started laughing. The laughter spread far away, like the howling of wolves under the full moon.
Note: In the Nahua language, miztli means lynx and caca means frog.