Chapter 673 Amoxi's Thoughts

The chief's tent is plain and simple, with the smell of leather and herbs. The father and daughter sat on the ground, looking at a simple map, discussing the whereabouts of tens of thousands of Red Crow tribesmen.

"Dad, how far is this big lake?"

Alan opened his eyes wide and looked at the large lake in the north of the map, where Amosi's finger landed, with flashing eyes.

"Is it the huge lake we saw when we conquered thousands of Bosalos tribes before?"

"Yes! This lake is very big, more than seventy miles long from north to south, and more than ten miles wide from east to west. According to the name of the Bosalos people, it is called the 'Warrior's Lake'. And its location is about 30 miles away from us. The camp is more than four hundred miles away!”

Amosi moved his fingers and drew a huge circle around Warrior Lake (today's Las Adjuntas Lake, five or six hundred miles away from the US-Mexico border).

"Alan, I asked the chief of the Bossaros tribe and sent Mozzi to check it out on the spot. To the east of Warrior Lake are hills, which can slightly block summer hurricanes. To the west of Warrior Lake, a hundred miles away, is the wilderness. "

"For more than a hundred miles on the west, north, and south sides of the Great Lake, there is a large area of ​​flat riverside fertile soil, suitable for growing corn, beans and pumpkins. And the Great Lake itself also produces a large number of fish and shrimp! As long as you occupy this large lake , let the Huastec people who are good at farming cultivate farmland, and let the wilderness tribes who are good at hunting hunt animals and fish, and the tribes will not be short of food!”

Hearing this, Alan's eyes flashed. She recalled the scene around Warrior Lake. The lake was vast and vast, with sparkling water and long rivers flowing through it. And the fish are jumping on the lake surface, and the deer are running among the long grass. It was indeed a fertile land and a hunting ground for the Bosalos. Two years ago, five thousand Red Crow warriors went north to subdue the Bossaros and seize control of this hunting ground.

"Moved four hundred miles north to occupy the fertile land near the lake. Phew! We are getting further and further away from the Aztecs in the south!"

"That's right! We want to avoid the Mexica's sharp edges and operate with peace of mind in the Northland. This lake area is five hundred miles away from the Otter City of the Huastec people, and a thousand miles away from the Mexica's Suiqiu City. The desert is also eight hundred miles away from Palmus Valley City! However, this road is blocked by jungles and mountains, sparsely populated, and logistically difficult. As long as we move here, neither the King of Mexica nor the Chief of Death will be able to catch us. tail feathers!”

Amosi looked at the north with yearning in his eyes, and his expression was full of vicissitudes of life. He led the tribe to migrate all the way, experienced countless hardships and fights, and finally saw the opportunity to settle down.

"After wandering for six or seven years, traveling thousands of miles. Along the way, the Red Crow Tribe finally found a fertile land in my hands to live and thrive!"

In order to avoid the cold wave, the Red Crow tribe followed one hundred thousand Guaquili dog descendants from the depths of the Zacatecas wilderness, seven hundred miles south to occupy the land of the Otomi people. In this process, the originally loose Guakili tribe gradually became closer, tribal alliances began to appear, and they became familiar with large-scale fighting. They also came into contact with the southern stone city-states, weapons and armor, as well as city-state organizational forms, and more advanced farming technology.

"The biggest expectation at that time was to settle down on the land of the Otomi people and cultivate farmland. There would be stable food every year, and there would be no need for brutal fighting between tribes. Chief Chichika wanted to establish a city-state and become a new alliance. The leader of the gods!"

However, less than two seasons after they settled down, the army of the kingdom of the Death Chief came northward. After several magnificent battles, the Death Chief defeated the Canine Alliance, killed the Chichika Chief, and forced the Red Crow tribe to flee eastward again.

"There are hundreds of scouts fighting in the endless wasteland. Tens of thousands of warriors are fighting in continuous battle formations. Wave after wave of warriors desperately attack the camp, and the terrifying wooden beasts make roaring noises and project The shooting of stone bullets and fireballs, and the endless rain of fire at night, still appear in my dreams to this day!"

As a coalition scout, Amosi was always on the front line, fighting against the army of the Death Chief. He saw battles involving tens of thousands of people, rain of fire filling the sky, roaring wooden beasts, sharp metal axes and spears, and the thick leather and heavy armor of the Mexica people. Similarly, he also served as the personal guard of Chief Chichika, following the chief. From the chief's every move, he learned the methods of commanding various ministries and the plan of organizing the army.

"Respectable Chief Chichika, you have indeed taught me a lot. But the situation is over, and I still have important responsibilities for the tribe, so I cannot die for you."

Thinking of the chieftain who died in the battle, Amosi sighed lowly, and the memory resurfaced again.

The Red Crow Tribe carried tens of thousands of Canine Tribes with them, moved seven to eight hundred miles eastward from the Palms Valley, and arduously crossed the two-kilometer Oriental Madre Mountains to reach the lowlands and jungles of the Huastec people. When they fled the valley, they were still a combination of more than a dozen surviving tribes. But after arriving in the lowlands, within a few months, they were integrated into one and became a large tribe of ten thousand people holding high the Red Crow flag!

"The next step is to grow rapidly! Just as old Chief Kakaro predicted, the vitality of the Guakili people is not in the wilderness, but in the east and north of the world!"

The newly born Red Crow tribe has experienced so many conquests and hardships and has grown rapidly. With a resolute and resolute tribal leader, fierce and fierce tribal warriors, and flexible and skillful fighting skills, the Red Crow tribe's military force is almost completely overwhelming the weak Wastek city-state around it and the loose hunting tribes in the north. And through continuous learning, Amosi has also learned how to conquer the tribes in the north and south, integrate them under the banner of the Red Crow, and turn them into his own strength!

In just a few years, the Red Crow tribe has developed into a large tribe of more than 100,000 people in the coastal Wastek land. 70,000 to 80,000 Wastek people farm for the tribe, and 30,000 to 40,000 wasteland dog descendants are the core of the force. The Red Crow tribe attacks every year and never stops. Every year in late autumn, they attack southward, plunder food after the autumn harvest, abduct the young and strong men and women of the Wastek people, and levy taxes on remote tribes. Every early spring, we attack northward, subdue the food-deficient wilderness tribes, expand the tribe's influence in the north, and constantly collect intelligence from the north.

"Alan, as of today, the Red Crow tribe has a population of more than 100,000, a large tribe that has never appeared in the north! The scale of the tribe is so large that we must find a fertile land to settle down completely. And the area around Warrior Lake is the place I chose for the Red Crow!"

Amoxi paused and said with a smile.

"Last year, tens of thousands of tribesmen who hunt and farm were settled around this lake area. Before the spring plowing in mid-May, I will move another 20,000 tribes northward, mainly the Wastek people who are good at farming, to catch up with the end of the spring plowing. Alan, my daughter, I will give you 2,000 Red Crow warriors. And these tribes that migrate north will be led by you!"

"Ah? Give me 2,000 warriors to lead 20,000 tribes northward?"

Hearing this, Alan's eyes showed surprise. She shook her head, with some surprise and some uneasiness.

"Father, I have never led so many warriors, nor have I ever led so many tribes."

"The divine heaven and earth are watching us! No one is born a leader, and no one can be familiar with the skills of marching, fighting, and leading a legion without learning."

Amosi smiled, rubbed Alan's head with his hand, and comforted him.

"The chieftains of our wilderness have always been simple and straightforward. They only care about whether you can fight and do well! We will not deceive the tribe with divinity and gods like the southern tribes."

"Alan, you are the most outstanding red-haired hunter in the Red Crow tribe! Every time the tribe holds an archery competition, don't you always beat the warriors of various tribes? With such archery skills, the warriors are convinced! What's more, you are my daughter Amoshi! As for the arrangements and methods of leading the tribe, I will let your uncle Mozi follow you and help you deal with it. You should also watch it and learn it well!"

"Father."

Alan's bright eyes flashed, looking at the smiling father, she didn't know what to say for a while. She pursed her lips, thought for a while, and asked aloud.

"Two thousand warriors is not a small number. Father, the Red Crow warriors directly under you are only four thousand. If you give me two thousand."

The internal structure of the Red Crow tribe is somewhat similar to the dog-like coalition in the wilderness, but it is more closely connected. Under the Red Crow Chieftain, there are more than a dozen minor chieftains. Each chieftain has tribes and warriors directly under him. In other words, although Amosi is the supreme leader of the entire tribe, he only directly governs one-third of the tribe.

"Haha! Alan, let me teach you in person. This migration of the tribe is also a good opportunity to fully integrate and expand the Red Crow's direct subordinates! And these 20,000 tribes, and the 2,000 warriors you are going to lead, will be drawn from the direct and vassal tribes, and will become your direct subordinates from now on!"

At this point, Amosi was refreshed. He confidently stretched out his hand, pointed to the south, and explained carefully.

"Look, the Mexica Alliance sent troops north from Suiqiu City to sweep the tribes in the mountains. And the Death Chief sent troops from the western plateau and sent the red cat Mizli east along the river to put pressure on the tribes! I let these two armies intimidate and deter in the land of Huastec, just to create an atmosphere for the tribes to move north and let them seek my protection!"

"Ah! Father, do you want to do this?"

Alan was surprised. She tilted her head and looked at the smiling father, and suddenly wanted to give him two red fox ears.

"Yes! The land of Huastec is quite rich, and the fields are well cultivated. Whether it is the newly migrated wilderness tribes or the Huastec people who have been settled, they are not very willing to move north and start from scratch in the northern lake area."

Amosi touched his chin with a calm face.

"I asked Zucata to bring his officers to train the warriors of the Huastecs and organize a 2,000-man spear battalion. Together with the 4,000 Red Crow warriors under my direct command, it is an army of 6,000 people! And through the trade with the Palms Valley City on the plateau, the tribe also obtained a large number of bronze weapons and leather armor, which were equipped to my direct army."

"In the face of such force, the vassal tribes that surrendered and submitted had no strength to resist. Without my protection, the surrounding tribes and villages could not resist the invasion of the Mexica. The leaders of various tribes came one after another and begged the Red Crow army to go out, so I revealed the news of the migration to the north."

"And then, one tribe after another left their homeland and migrated north. When they arrived in the area of ​​Warrior Lake, they had to build villages and allocate land for reclamation. In this process of migration and settlement, we all occupied an absolute dominant position and affected the survival of each tribe! Therefore, this is also the best opportunity for the Red Crow tribe to integrate the scattered tribes and absorb them into one!"

"Ah? In the name of moving north, further grasp the various tribes in the palm of your hand and absorb them into one?"

Hearing the story and plan of her father, Alan opened her mouth wide, with a look of disbelief. After a while, she reached out and touched her father's ear.

"Father, are you a fox in the wilderness? Or are you possessed by the fox spirit of this lake? How can you become so cunning?"

"Ahem!"

Hearing this, Amoxi coughed awkwardly twice and changed the subject. He continued to grope on the map and pressed on the north of Warrior Lake, a hundred or two miles away.

"Alan, look here!"

"Well, is it a small hill?"

"Yes! This is the mountain range north of Warrior Lake, more than two hundred miles from east to west, which can slightly block the cold wave from moving south. There are also rivers in the south of the mountain range, and a piece of farmland can be reclaimed."

As he spoke, Amoxi's eyes flashed with a special look. He raised his voice and the corners of his mouth curled up with satisfaction.

"But more importantly, Captain Zucata and dozens of people from the south have confirmed that this is a copper mine that produces copper!"

"Ah? A copper mine that produces copper!"

Alan was stunned and excited. She had heard rumors from the south and knew what copper was. There were also a few bronze arrows in the quiver behind her, which were only used at the most important times.

"Father, are you saying that as long as we dig this copper mine and produce copper materials, our Red Crow tribe can also make solid metal weapons?"

"Uh"

Hearing this, the smile on Amosi's face froze. He shook his head and replied.

"This copper mine allows us to make copperware. Copperware can be used in daily life, for trade, and can also be used to make weapons of average hardness. And Zucata told me that the copper weapons given to us by the kingdom are bronzeware made by the Purépecha people!"

"Bronzeware?"

Alan blinked. She had not asked Zucata about these details, and Chipawa did not know either.

"Yes! Bronze ware is made by melting copper and another metal together."

At this point, Amosi frowned and sighed.

"Zukata said that the other metal is only mined in the Mexica Union and the Lake Kingdom. It has not been produced in other parts of the world, or no one has discovered it yet. Of course, the northern continent is endless, and I have asked the warriors of each tribe to pay attention to collecting special stones and minerals. The Red Crow Tribe will always have the opportunity to obtain the real source of metal!"