Chapter 347 A Bright Future

Night fell, and deep darkness surged from the horizon, covering the cacti at the foot of the mountain. The crows of crows surrounded the rugged mountains, and the simple camp reflected the campfire that never slept, making people feel desolate.

Ozoma stood alone on the watchtower of the camp. The balance in his heart swayed back and forth, just like the fire in his eyes.

"Great chief!"

Chief Red Monkey sighed.

In the past few days, the offensive of the southern coalition forces was blocked by the steep front camp. Hundreds of Otomi warriors were lost in the camp at the entrance of the valley, and more than a dozen enemy nobles died in battle!

Chief Chichika was very excited and sent an envoy to praise Ozoma, and sent the first batch of 1,000 reinforcements on time. The chief himself summoned the tribes in the valley, recruited men, and prepared for the grand sacrifice.

According to the plan, the chiefs of each tribe must swear allegiance in blood at the grand sacrifice and promise to their ancestors that they would never surrender! According to the messenger, the preparations for the blood sacrifice have been completed, and the grand sacrifice will be held in the next two days.

"Chichika is brave and strong, and he is fair in rewards and punishments, and he keeps his word. If all tribes unite under the leadership of the chief and resist to the end, can they defend the valley?"

Ozoma thought for a long time and couldn't make up his mind. He looked at the camp again, and the stone-throwing wooden beasts built by the Mexica were spread out in a row, which made people feel uneasy.

"Chief Death has profound magical powers and is mysterious. If he summons sky fire and radiates thunder, can the warriors maintain morale and defend the camp?"

Chief Red Monkey thought for another quarter of an hour, but still couldn't make a decision. He couldn't help but laugh at himself in a low voice.

"Red Monkey, Red Monkey, you have always been smart, but when facing the choice of life and death, you think about it and can't make up your mind! Without decision, you have no courage. You can only rely on the strong in your life."

The watchtower of the camp was just hastily built. Although it is called a building, it is actually just a shed built on a big tree, with a ten-meter-long rope ladder hanging down to the ground. When the autumn wind blew, the shed of the watchtower swayed in the air, and Ozoma's body trembled. He lowered his head, looked at the ground eight or nine meters away, and shook his head.

"The shed in the air is shaky in the wind. How can I stay longer in danger?. Chief, if you retreat earlier, my loyalty will not waver!"

After saying that, Ozoma climbed down the rope ladder like a monkey, and landed on his feet in a moment. He jumped twice on the spot, felt the solid touch of his feet, and hurried back to the main tent.

The main tent is actually still a shed, but it is closed on all sides and has a slightly larger area. The roof of the shed is open to the sky, and there is a fire pit in the middle. The Red Monkey Chief sat cross-legged in front of the fire pit, looking at the swaying flames, and continued to ponder the situation.

The Red Monkey Tribe now has more than 3,000 warriors, occupying the front camp on the high ground at the mouth of the valley, facing the front of the Mexica army. A few miles behind the front camp is the Red Dog main camp. Chief Chichika has more than 4,000 elite warriors in his hands, and he is still constantly recruiting valley tribes. A few miles further back, near the city of Pams, is the rear camp of the Red Crow tribe. There are more than 2,000 defeated soldiers from various tribes in the rear camp, and they are currently reorganizing.

The front camp on the high ground, the main camp at the entrance of the valley, and the rear camp in the valley rely on each other to form a regular triangle. Although the entrance of Pams Valley is wide, the front camp is stuck on the key high ground. If the Southern Allied Forces do not capture the front camp, they cannot go deep with peace of mind. When the Southern Allied Forces besiege the dangerous front camp, the troops of the rear camp and the main camp can continue to attack and attack the flanks of the Allied Forces.

In short, the defense line at the entrance of the valley was carefully arranged by the great leader. Although it looks rough and simple, it is not weak.

"It's just that my Red Monkey Tribe is stuck here as a stone blocking the road, and there is no way to retreat! No, it may not be."

Thinking of this, Ozoma raised his head and ordered the guards around him.

"Zukata, has Zukata come back? Let him come to see me!"

The guard went out of the tent to check for a while, then returned to report.

"Chief, Zukata went out this morning to send the warrior of the Red Frog Tribe back to the south, and he hasn't returned yet."

"Hmm? He won't be run into by Amosi's attack team, will he? Although Zukata seems dull on the surface, he has always been thoughtful and steady in doing things, so he won't make such a mistake."

Ozoma frowned, thought for a moment, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Let the scout who was patrolling the periphery today come to see me!"

In less than half a minute, a red-haired scout came hurriedly. Ozoma asked a few questions, then stood up in shock and grabbed the scout's collar.

"What did you say?! After Zukata came back, he went out of the camp to the north again!"

"Ah? Chief, don't you know?"

The scout looked at the chief in surprise and fear.

"Captain Zukata said that he received your order to contact the Red Deer Tribe in the north. He also brought several spear guards. Just this afternoon, not long after Chief Amosi's attack team passed by..."

".Damn it! Call all the spear guards to me!"

Ozoma's face was livid, and he pushed the scout away. He had an ominous premonition in his heart. It seemed that an invisible big hand was forcing him to make a decision.

After a while, the spear guards lined up in front of the tent. Chief Red Monkey took a quick count and found that several guards from the Condor Tribe were gone. He asked the guards again and heard that these people each carried a small package, saying that they were gifts for Chief Red Deer, and his heart sank immediately.

"Zukata, Zukata!. I regard you as my confidant and value you so much, but you betrayed me!"

Ozoma roared in his heart, furious. He silently clenched his war stick, his expression like the gloomy sky. However, when the anger subsided a little, an uncontrollable panic surged into his heart again.

"Where will Zucata go? He knows about my secret communication with the Mexica people, and has been recruited by the chief to be on his side. If he reports to the chief Chichika."

Thinking of the chief's anger, Chief Red Monkey couldn't help but shudder. I don't know since when, the majesty of the chief has been deeply buried in his heart, and it is indestructible.

Ozoma closed his eyes painfully. At this moment, countless thoughts surged in his mind, and countless emotions rose and fell in his chest. He was angry, he was afraid, he regretted, he was confused, he was in pain, and he made a decision!

"The wolf-like chief! I know you will never tolerate betrayal, so I can only choose to betray"

After a long time, Ozoma exhaled a long breath and sighed. Then, he seemed to have unloaded the burden of choice and gained a long-lost relaxation. At this point, there is no other way, but to survive all the way. Chief Red Monkey's thoughts became active again, and he became a smart red monkey again.

"Lance Guards, go to the camp gate to guard! Guards, bring the two wicker baskets I prepared! Yes, the heaviest two."

Ozoma ordered in a deep voice. Then, he looked at a closed shed behind the camp that was under strict guard.

"Please bring our southern guests here!"

The guards followed the order. After a while, led by two red-haired warriors, the poet Balamo came in wearing the traditional costumes of the dog race, with a melancholy expression.

"Ozoma, my friend from afar."

Balamo bowed his head slightly, stretched his arms, and performed a desert etiquette. Then, he recited a poetic greeting, and seemed to have no unhappiness about being under house arrest.

"In the whispers of the dawn, I came with a lofty vision. I followed the guidance of the Lord God and wanted to travel with you in the wilderness. The evening breeze of this valley is full of the fragrance of promises. The future is so bright, why do you keep avoiding me and don't want to meet me?"

"Uh ha ha!"

Looking at Balamo's bright eyes, Ozoma's face twitched, not knowing how to answer. He forced a big laugh, stepped forward, and affectionately took the poet's arm.

"My friend, the flowers of the cactus always have to wait, and the fruit needs time to grow. Now, I am willing to travel with you in the wilderness like a brother! In order to show my sincerity and for the friendship between brothers, I have prepared a gift for you a long time ago!"

As he said, Ozoma waved his hand cheerfully. The two guards worked together to carry a heavy rattan basket and heavily stopped it in front of the poet.

"I heard that the tribes in the south like this white metal. Haha, my brother, here are 100 kilograms, all of them are yours!"

"One hundred kilograms of silver?!"

Even though he was well-informed, Paramo's face twitched and his heart was shocked. He quickly reached out and grabbed a roughly refined round block. He took a bite in his mouth and it was a special light sweetness. Although the refining of these round blocks was extremely rough, they were real silver.

"Hoohoo!"

After a while, the poet recovered and grabbed Ozoma's hand.

"Ozoma, my good brother! Your sincerity is enough! Let's talk about a bright future!"

"Okay! Good brother! I have another basket of white metal here, with red gems, as a gift for His Highness."

Looking at the poet's performance, Ozoma sneered in his heart, but he also held the poet's hand. It was just a hundred kilograms of useless white metal that could neither be eaten nor worn, and the Mexica envoy was shocked like this. You know, in the desert of Satuscas, the home of the Guajili tribes, the white metal ore is piled up into a small hill, and no one cares at all!

In fact, there is a huge silver deposit belt in the Satuscas desert. The Fresnillo silver mining area with the largest reserves in the world is located here. The reason why the Spaniards launched the Chichimec War and fought hard in the desert for fifty years was for this unparalleled silver mining area.

In the more than four hundred years since its discovery, the total amount of silver mined in the Fresnillo silver mining area is 100,000 tons, producing nearly one-tenth of the world's silver! Until 2013, this silver mining area still produced more than 700 tons per year, second only to the Cannington Silver Mine in Australia. The world's largest silver mining company is named after Fresnillo. In general, the silver mines in the Satuscas desert are wealth that can change the world's currency circulation, and have also forged the reputation of the Mexican Eagle Ocean in later generations!

The bonfire flickered, reflecting on the baskets of silver, reflecting a moving and shining white light. In the light, the two people held hands, looked into each other's eyes, with the same sincerity and smile on their faces. In the silver light, they whispered to each other, discussing the bright future and affecting the ownership of the North.

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