Chapter 334 October Meteorites, Tribes Reconsider

October came from the smoky sky with flames and landed in the Sierra Madre Oriental in the north. It was the season when the grass and trees withered, the leaves fell in the mountains, and the pine needles covered the ground in the forest. Once the terrible wildfire was ignited, it spread rapidly along the mountains, with the momentum of devouring everything!

The fire burned along the mountains and forests, and no one could stop it. Ozoma and Masat did not stop, leading more than 2,000 warriors to escape from the Red Monkey Camp to the Red Flamingo Camp, and then took the Red Flamingo Tribe to escape to the long-built Red Dog Main Camp.

Before the Red Dog Chief Chichika could rebuke, the flames more than ten meters high were approaching. Thousands of dog descendants had to abandon the steep and complete main camp, discard the messy piles of supplies, and continue to flee east in panic. Then, the fierce wildfire engulfed the Red Newt Camp, burning twenty miles of white land all the way, and then stopped in front of the turning mountain range, and then gradually stopped.

Here, the mountain road extending eastward suddenly turns northward and merges into the main ridge of the Sierra Madre Oriental. The mountains of the main ridge are steeper and more rugged, with large areas of brown rocks exposed, and the forests have become very sparse. And continuing north for fifty miles is the nest of tens of thousands of dog races, the Palms Valley.

The terrible fire finally stopped! The five major tribes and thousands of dog race warriors all breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was covered in dust and had psychological trauma from the mountain fire. The people were panicked in the fire, and many ordinary tribes lost their morale and fled in all directions.

Fortunately, the dog races have always run fast and have not much baggage. The five major tribes each gathered their defeated soldiers and rested in the newly built camp in the rear. Although this new camp is in a dangerous terrain, it has just been built and is the last line of defense against the southern coalition forces.

Chief Chichika settled down in the camp, exhausted. Then, he immediately counted the manpower, summoned the leaders of each tribe, and held a tribal military meeting.

".So, of the 7,000 warriors in each camp, only 5,000 are gathered in the new camp now?!"

Red Dog Chief clenched his fists, and there seemed to be anger burning in his eyes. He brought nearly 10,000 warriors with him on this expedition, and they were all in high spirits! Even though the Red Dog, Red Deer, and Red Monkey tribes fought successively and lost more than 2,000 people, there were still at least 7,000. As a result, after a big fire, only 5,000 warriors were left, most of whom were in low morale and panicked like defeated soldiers.

Hearing this, Red Newt Chief Axulot coughed and explained to the leader in a low voice.

"Great Chief, the elite of each tribe suffered very little loss. The 2,000 warriors who fled were mainly tribesmen recruited from ordinary tribes. At that time, the fierce wildfire struck, and the tribes lost their restraints, and the tribesmen took the lead in fleeing. They fled along the mountain road all the way, and probably fled directly back to the valley."

Hearing Axulot's words, Chief Chichika had no expression on his face, but just loosened his fist.

It is worth mentioning that in the Nahua language, Xolotl is a black dog, representing the god of fire and thunder, death and rebirth. Axolotl means a salamander in the water. The two names are so similar. Because salamanders can regenerate after losing their limbs, symbolizing the power of death and rebirth, they were also given divinity by the Nahua ancestors.

Among the major tribes, the Red Axolotl Tribe was the first to submit to the leader Chichika, so they were arranged in the rear camp to preside over logistics affairs. Axolotl witnessed the entire rout with his own eyes, and had a good idea of ​​the situation of each tribe, so he was not anxious at this time. He smiled and continued.

"Great chief, although the mountain fire was fierce, it burned in a straight line, leaving enough escape routes. Very few soldiers were actually buried in the fire. You only need to send an envoy back to the valley to recruit them again! The food stored in each camp is less than half a month, and the baggage is very small. Even if it is burned by the fire, it is not a pity."

"What's more, this fire cut off the entire mountain road and helped us resist the Southern Alliance for ten days! Maybe the cactus warriors on the opposite side have been scattered in the fire. Now is the autumn harvest. When they attack again, each tribe will have harvested corn and there will be no worries about food shortages!"

Chichika listened for a moment with a gloomy face. He nodded in affirmation at first, then shook his head and said nothing. Then, Chief Red Dog picked up a tough cowhide whip and walked towards the dejected Ozoma.

"Ozoma, do you admit your guilt?"

Chief Red Dog spoke in a deep voice, his voice as cold as a cold wave.

Ozoma raised his head and met the eyes of Chief Chichika, and his whole body trembled.

"Chichika, I am not guilty! The forest in autumn is flammable. In order to rely on the forest for defense, the location of each camp has hidden dangers! Although I took the initiative to set the fire this time, causing the army to collapse, if the Aztecs set a fire in the forest when attacking the main camp, we would all be dead!"

Ozoma shouted repeatedly. He thought about it for a long time in the past few days before finding some reasons to defend himself. And the location of each camp was exactly chosen by Chichika.

"Ozoma, do you know your crime?!"

Chichika was furious. His eyes were like knives, containing sharp murderous intent, and the whip in his hand was clenched and creaked.

"I, I didn't"

Masat secretly stretched out his foot and kicked Ozoma's knee. Chief Red Monkey woke up. He looked around the big tent. Chiefs Red Axolotl and Red Flamingo lost their camp for no reason. They were all sneering at him. The other small chiefs all looked dissatisfied. Under the fury of the whole tent, if Chichika ordered to execute Ozoma, he was shocked, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

"Big Chief, I know my crime! The Red Monkey Tribe first set an ambush in the forest, and then fought the enemy to death in the camp. We killed thousands of enemies and suffered heavy casualties. Please forgive my mistakes for the merits of the warriors!"

Seeing Ozoma kneeling down, Chichika's expression softened slightly. He suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and shouted angrily.

"Ozoma, you made a big mistake and caused the alliance to lose three camps! As a leader, thinking of your achievements in fighting to the death, I will spare your life! Now, take off your wolf robe, turn your back, and receive fifty lashes !”

"Huh? Fifty lashes"

Hearing this, Ozoma knelt on the ground, his face pale. He looked at Chief Red Deer across from him for help.

Massat's brows trembled. If it takes fifty lashes, I'm afraid Ozoma will be whipped to death! The leader of Chichika is making use of the topic, intending to kill the monkey to establish his authority. He hesitated for a moment, sighed in his heart, and then stood up.

"Dear Chief Chichika! The Southern Alliance attacked fiercely, but Chief Red Monkey resisted resolutely. He set up an ambush in the forest, rescued me, and made great contributions to the alliance! This time the fire was set because the Southern Alliance attacked too hard. I have to use fire to stop the enemy. Please forgive me, big boss!"

"When we set up an ambush before, the Red Deer tribe surrounded and killed the enemy generals and got a precious pair of thick leather armor! It is invulnerable to arrows and spears and extremely strong. Only real warriors can wear it. Big leader, I would like to donate the thick leather armor." Here you go, please forgive Ozoma’s sins!”

Having said this, Chief Red Deer knelt down on one knee and bowed his head respectfully.

"Huh? The thick skin of the Cactus Warrior?"

Chichika was a little surprised. He looked at the submissive Chief Red Deer and was silent.

Among the various tribes in the valley, the red salamander and flamingo tribes are the most submissive, followed by the red deer tribe. The red monkey tribe is the strongest and has always been the most unruly. Therefore, during this expedition, he arranged the red deer and red monkey tribes at the forefront to fight the enemy first.

Although this wildfire broke out suddenly, the result was not unexpected. The Red Monkey Tribe lost 800 warriors and fell to the bottom of the Five Tribes. The Red Deer Tribe lost 600 warriors and was only slightly better than the Red Monkeys. The two troops suffered heavy losses, and the chiefs became docile. If the drive can be subdued, there is no need to kill Ozoma.

Thinking of this, Chichika's expression softened slightly.

"Masat, bring me your thick leather armor!"

Chief Red Deer nodded and asked his bodyguard to present the treasure armor. Chichika stretched out her hand and touched it, feeling happy in her heart. He grinned and nodded slowly.

"Killing the enemy leader and seizing the thick leather armor can indeed offset part of the fault! Ozoma, for your first offense, I will punish you with twenty lashes! Are you convinced?"

Ozoma gritted his teeth and lowered his head to hide the hatred in his eyes. He whispered back.

"Dear Chief, I am convinced that your rewards and punishments are fair!"

"Okay, turn around."

Chichika smiled fiercely, raised the whip in his hand, and whipped it down mercilessly!

"Bah bang bang!."

"Ahhh!."

Ozoma knelt on the ground. At first he gritted his teeth and endured the torture, but in the end he couldn't resist anymore and screamed miserably. When many leaders heard the screams, they were shocked at first, then showed mockery on their faces and sneered in low voices.

"Ozoma screamed like a monkey, really embarrassing the warriors of the wasteland."

"With such a weak chief, it's no wonder that he can't withstand the attack of the Otomi native dogs."

After twenty lashes, Ozoma could no longer hold on. He was covered in blood and fell limply to the ground, like a dead monkey, losing all dignity.

Chichica put down the bloody whip. He slowly squatted down, reached out and held Ozoma's hair, stared into the eyes of the Red Monkey Chief, and said coldly.

"In the tradition of the southern tribes, there will be a big leader who manages all the tribes. He is supreme and accepts the surrender of all ordinary leaders. The ceremony of accepting submission is to hold the opponent's hair. Now, Ozoma, surrender to me. !”

"Big Chief, I, I, I surrender to you."

Ozoma was hoarse from screaming. He opened his mouth and replied with difficulty, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

"Okay! The big leader is majestic and just. He punishes the leader who makes mistakes and rewards the warriors who have merit. Ozoma, I have punished you for your mistakes with my own hands. Now, it is time to reward your warriors for their achievements!"

Seeing Ozoma's awed expression, Chichika nodded with satisfaction. He stood up, paused, a flash of physical pain flashed across his face, and then became majestic. Then, Chief Red Dog picked up the heavy bronze cloth mask with one hand and placed it next to Ozoma.

"Ozoma, I will reward you with this thick leather armor captured by Chief Red Deer!"

"Ah! Thick leather armor?"

Massat breathed out. He looked at Ozoma on the ground, who was touching his thick armor with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Thank you, chief!"

Ozoma was in a daze for no reason. Gritting his teeth, he climbed up from the ground and saluted the leader of Chichika, feeling truly in awe.

"That's right! Ozoma, you were able to stand up even after receiving twenty lashes from me. You are a tough warrior!"

Chichica grinned again. He waved, and the bodyguard presented him with a clay pot. Then Chief Red Dog helped Ozoma up and thrust the clay pot into his hands.

"This is a precious herbal medicine prepared by the tribe's witch doctor! It can heal wounds and will not be infected by the magic of death. This jar is all for you! Ozoma, you can rest in peace in the back camp for a few days. Red Monkey Warrior We have suffered a lot of losses, and after running all the way here, our morale is quite low, and we need to rest again!”

"Thank you, chief."

Ozoma took the clay pot filled with herbs, listened to Chichika's comfort, and responded in a low voice. At this moment, an absurd sense of gratitude arose in his heart. Afterwards, Chief Red Monkey gritted his teeth secretly, trembled, and began to think wildly.

"Damn Chichika, are you using witchcraft on me? Why should I be grateful to him?"

Chichika smiled and nodded, then looked at Chief Red Deer beside him.

"And you, Massat, the Red Deer Tribe fought hard and suffered heavy casualties. You also took the tribe to the back camp to rest for two days. When we defeat the Cactus Tribe and return to the valley, I will make up for your casualties!"

"Thank you, respected chief! The Red Deer Tribe is willing to fight for you!"

Massat was very grateful and also bowed and paid homage.

Chichika nodded with a smile and shook Massat's hair. Between punishment and reward, he showed the majesty of a great leader. The leaders of the various tribes in the tent looked in awe and bowed their heads in submission.

Amosi stood in the corner of the tent, watching everything silently. The newly-promoted Chief of the Red Crow looked deeply and memorized the scenes in his mind. During these days of following Chief Chichika, the door to a new world was slowly opening to him, allowing him to transform silently.

After a moment, he looked outside the camp in silence. Although the huge mountain fire is gradually extinguished, the flame in my chest has just ignited.

"A truly powerful warrior is the leader who rules all warriors, and is the wolf king who drives the wolves!"

Not long ago, wildfires hit and there was chaos. Amosi thought about leaving during the chaos, but failed in the end. Because the red-haired warriors of the tribe have been staying in the back camp of the army, including Alan. They acted at the same time as the Red Salamander warriors, and they were in a mess with each other, making it difficult for them all to escape. Since he saved Uman last time, the leader of Chichika did not vent his anger on Amosi. Instead, he began to trust his abilities and intentionally promoted and cultivated him. He was also able to attend this important military meeting.

"My chiefs, my warriors!"

After rewarding and punishing the two chiefs, Chichika stood tall. He shouted to everyone confidently in an exciting tone.

"Although our camp was burned down in the wildfire, we bought precious time! Now, this newly built camp controls the valley road. The mountains are majestic and towering, and the terrain is even more steep! As long as we hold on here, no matter how weak we are, The Otomi dog and the brave cactus warrior are all helpless!"

"Our old camp, Pamus Valley, is just fifty miles behind the camp! Now, we are no longer short of food, and we have harvested a lot of corn. You have all heard from the messengers of the tribe that the yield of farmland in the valley is far better than that in the wasteland! It is so rich. We must keep the land and make it our own!”

"When the wildfires hit, the soldiers were a little demoralized, but the southern tribes were also suffering in the wildfires and suffered heavy losses! Now, I have sent envoys to recruit the soldiers stationed in the valleys and summoned 10,000 reinforcements! We have enough With enough food and brave warriors, we can hold on to this stronghold until the enemy dies of old age!”

"Warriors, I won't say any more nonsense! As long as we repel the cactus tribe, our brave Guakili people can stay in the fertile valley and establish a powerful city-state alliance! By then, the losses of various ministries will , can be made up from looting. I will take you to the south to grab more food, skilled craftsmen, and fair southern women!"

"Listen to the great chief! Defeat the enemy and occupy the valley! Wow! Wow! Wow!!"

Upon hearing Chichica's war mobilization, demons suddenly danced in the tent. The chiefs of the flamingos and red salamanders were the first to shout in agreement, followed by the red deer and red monkeys. The leaders of each tribe were howling loudly, and even the punished Ozoma roared hoarsely.

"Robbing food, robbing craftsmen, robbing southern women!!"

Fanatic shouts echoed in the big tent, and even the shadows swayed in the bonfire, changing into greedy shapes, like fish hooked by desire.

A shadow was cast on Amosi in the corner, covering his face and making him lower his eyes. He thought of Kakalo again and the old chief's words when he was leaving.

"Amosi, the world of the wasteland is vast. Tribes are constantly migrating, and eagles are flying away. Everything is for life and hope. For inheritance and continuation, we cannot resist the shadow, so it is time to leave."

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