Chapter 348: A Long Day, the Dawn

The night fell darkly, covering the mountains and forests. The sparse moonlight illuminates the mountain road. In the rugged mountain forest, a group of six or seven soldiers were walking in the dark without carrying torches. Each of them carried a small package and carried a strong spear, and carefully trekked northward.

"Are we leaving like this?"

Everyone walked around in silence for a while, and the youngest Chippawa finally couldn't help it and asked softly.

Zukata listened to the movement in the forest and continued walking for a while before answering in a low voice.

"What? Do you want to stay and surrender to the Mexica people?"

"No! How is that possible!"

Chippawa's eyes widened. Zukata quickly made a gesture of silence, and he quickly lowered his voice.

"Mexicans destroyed my hometown and killed my father. I will never surrender!"

"Well, no one will surrender. Then keep walking!"

Zukata nodded and kept walking. He tilted his head and looked at Chippawa's profile. From this angle, the young militiaman looked like the person he had sworn to protect with his life. Some long-lasting and unforgettable memories came to his mind, making him sigh softly.

"Marshal Kuius, I can't help you for not protecting your son."

Zukata's voice was so soft that Chippawa didn't hear it. Of course, even if you hear it, you won’t understand it.

The meeting between the two seemed like an accident, or like a campfire story told by a tribal sage. The army on the southern route collapsed, and Chippawa was led by a group of defeated soldiers to flee north, using them as food to enable them to walk on their own.

When Zukata led people passing by, he glanced at him a few times, then killed the defeated soldiers and rescued him. Afterwards, several people went all the way north, crossed the river, and then all the way north to the wilderness and joined the Guakili tribe.

Along the way, Zukata's actions were so clear that he seemed to have planned them in advance. However, the plan no longer matters because the important person is no longer there.

Chipawa walked away in silence for a while, then spoke in a low voice.

"Captain, although Chief Red Monkey wants us to go south and return the prisoners of the Red Frog tribe, we may not surrender."

Zukata raised his head and glanced at Chippawa lightly. He was silent for a while, speaking calmly.

"After taking the first step, can the second step be far away? The priests of the three gods said that when your soul sinks into the ground, it will be attracted by the deep kingdom of the underworld. Step after step, you will finally fall into the hands of the moon goddess. At this moment, the outcome is already determined. If you stay any longer, nothing will change."

After saying this, Zukata pondered for a while and asked.

"Chippawa, are you reluctant to part with the silver in the camp?"

"Ah, Captain!"

Chippawa blushed. He lowered his head and replied slowly.

"The canine descendants will definitely not be able to stop the Mexicans. We really have to leave! It's just that we left in such a hurry and didn't bring any belongings with me, including the bag of silver bullion I had saved so hard."

Zukata shook his head. He taught with a serious expression.

"Chipawa, gold and silver are just temptations from the gods. As a warrior, you can enjoy wealth as much as you want, but you must not be bound by it! You must be the master of wealth, not its slave!"

Chipawa looked at Zukata's expression and bit his lip without saying a word. After a while, he whispered. "Captain, we are different. I am not a warrior of the kingdom, I am a conscripted militia. In this life, I have never seen so much money. Back then, if my family was rich, I could give benefits to the conscripted warriors. Dad Then I won’t be drafted away by the first batch, and I won’t be drafted by the second batch, and my mother and sister won’t know whether they will live or die.”

"The Warrior of Conquest"

Zukata was silent. He was born into a noble family and was a member of the royal guard of Prince Kuius. His family has been serving the Tarasco royal family for nearly two hundred years. To him, Zhengding's warriors were just harmless and humble dogs. Every time they met, they would bow to the ground and wag their tails submissively. He knew what these people were doing in the local area, but he never took it to heart. Because, to him, ordinary civilians are like ants.

The unchanging world has lasted for more than two hundred years, and high and low are as natural as birth. Until the kingdom falls and everything changes. At this moment, the noble guards are living in the wilderness, what is the difference between them and the sons of the militia? But they are all just after the country is subjugated.

"The Kingdom of Tarasco is dead. The Mexicans are our enemies."

After a while, Zukata's face was expressionless and his voice was low.

"We must survive and live well. Chief Amosi is ahead. Chase him and join him. Life is in the east."

"Ah! Instead of going to the Red Dog Tribe, we go to find the Red Crow?"

Hearing this, Chippawa was a little surprised. A heroic figure was engraved in his heart, giving him strength instantly.

Zukata nodded and smiled dullly.

"Well. Chief Red Crow is not only tenacious and decisive, but also flexible and good at learning. He is an eagle pretending to be a crow, able to avoid the storms in the rainy season and truly soar in the sky of the wilderness Chippawa. You said, Red Crow Tribe Always ready to move east.”

"Yes, Sister Alan said that. They fled from the Red Fox Valley just to move to the east, to the territory of the Huastec people."

Chippawa affirmed. He always kept Sister Alan's words in mind. In fact, Chipawa was slightly older than Alan, but when he thought of Alan's heroic appearance in shooting the enemy, he couldn't help but think of himself as his younger brother.

"That's it. The east is the only way to survive."

Zukata nodded in confirmation. It was this sentence that made him decide to defect to the Red Crow.

"The Huastecs live in the lowland jungle. They are gentle, love art, and have many craftsmen. They are fat grass rabbits, and they will not have any resistance to the tenacious steppe wolves. This is a wide road, which is enough for us to walk on."

"Let's go quickly! Ozoma will soon find out that we are gone. He will either send people to hunt us down, or the Mexica army will soon go north!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and quickened their pace.

The night was getting darker. Along the way, everyone saw many traces of the Red Crow team, but they could not catch up. The elite dog scouts are very good at running. Even if they carry rescued prisoners, they will go away as fast as the wind, making it difficult for the southern warriors to catch up.

A few minutes later, the main camp of the Red Dog appeared in front of everyone, and a large bonfire flickered at the mouth of the valley.

"What should we do?"

Chipawa was panting. He looked at the bonfire not far away and asked tentatively.

"The Red Dog Tribe is just ahead. Are we going to report Ozoma? Chief Chichika has always been generous."

"No."

Zukata shook his head affirmatively.

"The Red Monkeys are going to surrender, and the fate of the North is doomed. Chief Chichika has a deep pride in his bones, and he will definitely fight to the end. He is also fierce and moody. Going there now will mean death."

Everyone nodded. Zukata lit a torch, took the token of the Red Monkey Tribe, and walked along the edge of the camp openly. Sometimes he would meet the red-haired team in the mountains, and he would show the token with a dull expression, pretending to be the messenger of the Red Monkey Tribe. Many scouts had seen this southern warrior beside Ozoma, and no one doubted it.

The group walked several miles unimpeded, leaving the main camp of the Red Dogs far behind. Soon, the spear team climbed the last hill. Everyone's eyes were suddenly wide open.

In the dim morning light, the extinguishing bonfire was like stars in the sky, covering the entire rich valley. The tributaries of the Tampon River flowed quietly, and the farmland beside the river was full of straw residues, covering the earth with a gray-yellow coat. Further away, the small town of Pames was like a low stone, lying at the end of the sight, simple and vicissitudes.

"Pames Valley, we're here."

Looking at the large tracts of farmland and rivers, Chipawa showed yearning. At this moment, he thought of his hometown in the south again, and couldn't help but talk to himself again.

"What a rare view in the wilderness! It would be great if I could stay here"

The sky had just broken, and the morning light illuminated the hills. Zucata stood on the top of a high mountain, but he didn't look at the vast farmland, but turned his back to the valley. He looked at the mountains and forests in the south, his expression solemn, and clenched the spear in his hand tightly.

"The Mexica army is out!"

Hearing this, everyone looked back in surprise and saw a shocking scene.

In the mountains more than 20 miles away, thousands of dark green warriors marched northward, followed by tens of thousands of gray-blue figures, like the feathered serpent in mythology! A few miles ahead of the army, five hundred red frog warriors wearing cotton armor and holding bamboo bows led the way. They passed down the high ground without stopping and rushed straight to the main camp of the red dogs behind.

"Ah, look there!"

Chipawa pointed with his hand and exclaimed.

Zukata looked and lowered his eyes. In the familiar red monkey camp, there was a flag that he was more familiar with. On the flag, an abstract long snake was surrounded by a rotating sun, which was the symbol of the Mexica Alliance!

"The Red Monkey Tribe. Surrendered!"

After a few breaths, Zukata exhaled deeply. In the dawn light, he turned around calmly and led the way to the Red Crow Tribe in the valley, never looking back.