Chapter 350: A Long Day, a Red Dusk

The long wind in the wilderness never stops. It blows through the fertile valleys and the farmlands by the river, bringing with it the smell of withered yellow and the news from the south. It brushes over the unused altars, caresses the weathered stone walls, and arrives outside the ancient city of Pams, until it reaches the newly built Red Crow Camp.

Although it is the Red Crow Camp, there are not many old Red Crows except for a flag of inheritance. Three days ago, Alan had already led 800 men and more than 1,000 women and children, carrying the harvested grain, and migrated eastward along the Tampen River.

This long-prepared migration did not go unnoticed by the eyes and ears of the great chief Chichika. However, when the great chief learned about the number of men, he acquiesced to the early retreat of the women and children. He even arranged for 400 Red Dog warriors, more than 2,000 Red Dog women and children, plus more than 3,000 women and children from the vassal tribes, for a total of 8,000 people to migrate eastward.

There were no old or weak people among the 8,000 people who migrated. Even the women and teenagers of the dog race could pull the hunting bow and swing the stone spear. At this moment, they had probably boarded the prepared rafts and sailed down the Tampen River, more than a hundred miles east.

After the eight thousand people left, there were still more than 30,000 Guakili tribesmen ready for war in the valley, plus 6,000 Otomi serfs and prisoners of war waiting to be slaughtered. After a series of hard battles, there were few troops left in the valley. Only the three thousand tribal warriors in the Red Crow Camp and thousands of adult men scattered in various tribes were left.

Thinking of this, Amosi looked resolute, with fearless fighting spirit in his eyes. He nodded to Zukata who reported the news and said kindly.

"Brother Zukata, thank you for the information you sent! The military situation is urgent. I want to gather the camp warriors and send reinforcements to the south as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Zukata's expression changed. He opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him, but was stopped by Amosi. He could only take Chipawa and a few others and retreat to the side.

When the Long Spear Squad arrived at the Red Crow Camp, they did not hide the military situation in the south. At this moment, the leaders and warriors of various tribes had heard the news and hurriedly gathered. Everyone was talking about it, looking worried. The Red Crow camp was already noisy.

Amosi raised his hands, and everyone gradually fell silent. He looked around at everyone with bright eyes, and shouted confidently and heroically.

"Leaders and warriors from various tribes! The cowardly Red Monkey Tribe has surrendered, and the brutal Mexica are attacking the main camp of the great leader! The brave great leader is fighting to the death, blocking the Mexica from our home! Now, three thousand warriors have gathered here, let us go with the determination to die to rescue the noble great leader and defeat the brutal Mexica!"

Hearing this, many dog ​​warriors showed worry and uneasiness on their faces. Most of them were defeated soldiers from various tribes, and they had not reorganized for a few days. The sky fire that night still entangled like a nightmare, making them afraid.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and a leader of the Red Axolotl tribe stood up and asked loudly.

"Amosi, you are just the chief of the Red Crow tribe, who fled from the Red Fox Valley. What qualifications do you have to command our Red Axolotl warriors?"

Hearing this, Amosi's expression did not change. He laughed loudly and answered loudly.

"I am the chief of the Red Crow tribe, and the chief of the rear camp appointed by the great chief Chichika himself. I can manage all the reserve warriors!"

"The great chief trusts me, recruits me to his side, and gives me an important task! I am not afraid of danger, and I will go through life and death for the tribal alliance!"

Speaking of this, Amosi suddenly lifted up his wolf robe, revealing his scarred chest.

"I fought with the Cactus Tribe in the Red Fox Valley and shot the enemy's Black Wolf General! I fought with the Uman warriors and attacked the terrible Death Chieftain! These days, I have led the elite several times, deep into the south, attacked the camp of the Cactus Tribe, and rescued hundreds of warriors!"

Hearing this, the rescued tribal warriors were excited and shouted Amosi's name loudly. They admired the Red Crow Chieftain and were willing to die for him.

Amosi's expression became more generous. He clenched his fist, slapped his bare chest, and shouted to everyone.

"Come! Look at the scars on my chest, all of which were left by fighting with the cactus warriors head-on! I am not only the favorite of the great chief, but also a warrior of the alliance! How can I not be qualified to rule the warriors of the valley?!"

The soldiers in the camp were impressed by Amosi's spirit, and they all clenched their fists and chests, responding in a mess.

"Good!"

"What a warrior!"

"I support you!"

The excited shouts echoed in the camp for a long time. It was not until an old man walked into the field that everyone quickly quieted down. Zukata looked carefully and found that it was Zuma, the old priest of the wilderness respected by all the tribes of Guakili.

The Zuma priest looked solemn, wearing an old robe and holding a carved wooden staff. He walked to the center of the crowd, paused the wooden staff, and shouted with full energy.

"Don't be impatient! Whether Amosi is qualified to lead the people in the camp, he has no say, and neither do you. You have to ask the Mother Earth!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. The Guajili people revere the heaven and earth, worship wind and fire, and regard red as sacred. The Mother Earth is respected, not a deity with a specific image, but more like the God of the Celestial Empire.

"Come on, light the brazier for sacrifice!"

The Zuma priest shouted to his left and right, and someone immediately brought the prepared brazier. Dry pine wood burned in the brazier, and unknown herbs were added. The breeze blew, and the pine and medicinal fragrances were dispersed with the wind, and everyone looked solemn.

Zukata stood aside, looking anxious. A bit of absurdity arose in his heart. The military situation in the south is so urgent that a decisive decision must be made whether to fight or to flee. At this time, the Guakili people in the camp actually want to perform divination?

Thinking of this, Zukata shook his head repeatedly. Unfortunately, on such a sacred occasion, as a foreigner, he had no right to speak and could only watch silently.

"O divine heaven and earth, O noble ancestors! Please listen to the call of the people of the earth. At this critical moment, please grant me divine enlightenment. May I ask, warrior Amosi, whether he is the chosen one by the revered Mother Goddess of the Earth? The leader of Guakili?”

The Zuma priest sang loudly and danced a strange and mysterious dance. The wooden bell on his body swayed with the dance, making a special sound that made everyone present feel dizzy. After a while, Zuma stepped forward and threw a bison skull into the fire. The blazing flames cracked the skull, and the old priest took out a handful of powder from his arms and suddenly threw it into the brazier.

"call!"

The flames in the brazier suddenly exploded, causing everyone to take a step back in shock. Priest Zuma's expression did not change. He took out a piece of rough white "linen cloth" from his arms and wrapped it around his hand. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the cracked skull from the blazing flames.

The old priest looked at the skull for a moment, his expression changing for a long time. Under the attention of everyone, he suddenly knelt down and saluted Amosi respectfully.

"Ah! The crack in the skull is the most sacred sign! Leader Amosi, the Mother Goddess of the Earth recognizes you, you are the leader chosen by heaven and earth!"

Then, Priest Zuma turned his head and solemnly shouted to everyone.

"Why don't you kneel down quickly and pray to the Mother Earth! Salute to the chosen leader of Amosi!"

Zukata watched with cold eyes, and then tasted a little bit of the taste. As soon as he thought about it, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately knelt down to salute. However, there are many warriors who can react faster than him. These people knelt down on the ground without hesitation and shouted loudly in unison.

"Meet the leader Amosi! The leader chosen by the Earth Mother!"

Seeing the miraculous scene and hearing the crowd's shouts, thousands of tribal warriors knelt down and saluted the Amosi leader. Hundreds of rescued warriors shouted fervently, and the atmosphere in the field was touching. The dozens of tribal leaders present looked at each other. Although their expressions flickered, they had no choice but to follow the general trend and slowly kneel to the ground.

Seeing the people kneeling down, Amosi laughed boldly. His expression was firm, his eyes were bright, and his passion was burning like fire.

"My warriors, my warriors, rise up! The Mother Goddess of the Earth has chosen me, and I will live and die with you! Now, the noble Chief Chichica is in the south, resisting the brutal Mexica people! The people of the wasteland will never surrender! Let me lead you to support Chief Chichika and fight to the death against the Great Chief of Death!"

"I listen to you, Chief Amosi! I will fight to the death with you!"

Upon hearing this, the tribal warriors showed admiration and fell to the ground, shouting wildly. They had been impressed by Amosi, and they all cheered up at this time, inspiring the blood bravery of the wasteland dog-born. At this moment, Amosi's figure was as tall as a big leader. Boiling cheers echoed in the camp, as if everyone had already won.

Zukata frowned when he heard that he was going south. He looked at the older tribal leaders, who all looked uneasy and worried.

At the critical moment, it was Priest Zuma who stood up. He took two steps forward, raised his wooden staff, bowed his head to salute Amosi first, and then looked at the excited warriors.

"Going south to fight is related to the survival of the Guakili people. Please let me ask the Earth Mother Goddess about the success or failure of this battle!"

Amosi pondered for a moment and nodded unusually solemnly.

"Okay! Excuse me, dear Priest Zuma!"

Seeing Amosi's respectful attitude, Priest Zuma nodded with satisfaction. He again lit incense and smoke, danced and sang, and then threw the bison skull into the fire.

There was a solemn atmosphere in the vast camp. Thousands of tribal warriors were anxiously awaiting the results of the divination. Priest Zuma sang for a while before sprinkling the powder again, and then suddenly took out the cracked skull from the exploding flames.

The old priest held the skull and looked at it seriously for a long time, but said nothing.

"Dear Priest Zuma, what is the result of the divination? The noble Chief Chichika is in danger and is still waiting for my rescue!"

Amosi looked anxious and asked. Everyone also held their breath.

"Dear Chief Amosi."

Priest Zuma pondered for a while and said calmly.

"The divine revelation from the Earth Mother Goddess has come down. But before the announcement, there is still one last step to be done!"

"Priest, please make it clear!"

Amosi nodded solemnly.

"The Mother Goddess of the Earth said, please ask Chief Amosi to drink the burned divination powder and receive enlightenment from the God of Heaven!"

Priest Zuma looked around at the crowd with a solemn expression.

Hearing this, Zukata pinched his fingers in confusion, wondering what unfolding was going on.

"good!"

Amosi certainly agreed. He took a handful of the divination powder and swallowed it in his mouth. Then he took the water bottle handed by the Zuma priest and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah? This is...this is what I saw!"

Amosi stood stunned for a moment, his eyes becoming hollow and confused. There was deep shock on his face, which touched the hearts of all warriors. Suddenly, Amosi threw his head back and let out a cry of pain.

"ah!."

The terrible cry roared like a wild beast, shaking the entire camp. Everyone was shocked and looked up to see that the respected leader Amosi had fainted from the divine revelation.

"What's going on?"

"What exactly did the leader see?"

"What is the prophecy?"

The soldiers shouted in panic. High Priest Zuma, however, looked calm and unhurried. He raised the magic staff in one hand and the divination bull skull in the other, and roared in an old voice.

"The Earth Mother Goddess sends down divine revelation!"

After hearing this, the camp became quiet again, except for the old priest's heart-shaking chant.

"The south is a deep darkness, an irresistible return. The shadow of death comes from the south and is about to swallow up everything in the valley! The Mother Earth said that our home is not here, and after climbing over the mountains, the river flows through The fertile soil! The vitality of the Guakili people lies in the east!”

"Ah! This! Dear Priest Zuma, what does the revelation of the Mother Goddess mean?"

"The divine revelation means"

Priest Zuma raised his wooden staff and looked south again. In his old white eyes, the joy of revenge flashed away.

"The fate has been determined! Chief Chichika will return to the earth, and the Cactus tribe will conquer the valley. And we in the camp must immediately move to the east, protect the tribes that went ahead, and regain a foothold in the east of the mountains!"

"Ah? Migrate to the east!"

The silence did not last long, and the Red Crow camp soon became agitated. The people of the wasteland have long been accustomed to migrating, and as long as they choose a direction, they will not hesitate for too long. Soon, three thousand tribal warriors packed their food and weapons, abandoned their baggage and camps, and quickly headed east. And more than a dozen messengers set out at the same time to go to various parts of the valley to inform the mother goddess of the divine revelation.

Zukata watched all this, thinking silently in his heart. He took several of Tarasco's old brothers, carrying long spears, and followed the rapidly migrating team.

"Chippawa."

"Captain Zukata."

"Not bad, very good."

There was a smile on Zukata's dull face.

"Ah, what's cool?"

Chippawa scratched his head, a little confused.

"Chief Red Crow is very good. Also, our choice is also very good!"

Zukata smiled lightly and looked at the sky. The sun has already set in the west, and the red glow dyes the sky, fills the earth, and covers the mountains in the south.

"What a gorgeous dusk. The battle in the south should be over by now! The old wolf king sank into the abyss of death, and the new wolf king was born in the mountains. The long day is finally coming to an end!"

Chipawa seemed to understand and nodded repeatedly. He looked not far ahead. The unconscious leader Amosi was lying on a wooden frame two people high, motionless, being carried by a loyal Red Crow warrior.

"It's like carrying a sacrifice."

The young militiaman whispered to himself. Zukata smiled and shook his head.

"No, from today on, that is a divine hero!"

The conversation between the two disappeared in the wind, flying low and far away.

On the wooden frame, the divine Amosi remained motionless and silently opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright, reflecting the red dusk and the vast world.

"May you rest in peace! I am back, the leader of Chichika! Alan."

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