The rolling mountains rise and fall on the plateau, changing into different shapes, just like the earth mother goddess. The mountains change the wind direction of the plateau and also influence the flow of the streams. When the cold north wind is blocked by the mountains, the climate becomes warm; when the mountain streams converge into small lakes in the valleys, the soil becomes moist. A warm and humid place will form a small piece of fertile soil that is cherished. In the endless wasteland of the Northland, this is the settlement of the tribes fighting for each other.

Together with the scouts, Amoshi climbed a two-hundred-meter-high hill along the narrow mountain road. He looked around and saw two mountains several hundred meters high extending parallel from east to west, close to each other from north to south, forming a stretch of mountain valleys 20 to 30 miles long. A meandering river follows the course of the mountains and winds its way from the east. More streams merged into small rivers in the valleys, bringing the source of life to all things.

"What a great place!"

Amoxi stood at a high place, looking at the precious green by the river, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Aw, this is the Red Fox Valley, of course it's a good place! Our Red Fox tribe is one of the most powerful tribes, and it naturally occupies the best fertile land!"

Ivican grinned. In the whole of Palms state, the mountain valley in front of you is the second most fertile land after the surrounding of Palms city.

A good place in the wasteland is naturally not empty. Along the long river, there are hundreds of thatched huts, shacks, and farmland next to the river. Before the southern invasion, more than 20,000 Otomi people settled here and established a small Otomi city-state.

When the dogborn went south, it divided into many roads, and this fertile land was quickly spotted by Otuwa of the Red Fox tribe. Among the eight tribes, Ottowa attracted the "Red Frog" and "Red Cat" who were at the bottom. The three tribes then joined forces to capture this fertile land.

Next, allocate sites according to strength. The red fox tribe occupied the small town in the center of the valley, the red cat tribe occupied the river entrance to the east, and the red frog tribe occupied the valley outlet to the west. As for the local Otomi residents, except for the three or four thousand who escaped quickly, most of the rest were slaughtered, leaving only two thousand serfs who were good at farming.

"Aw, the land in the south is very fertile, and the grains are growing really well! The pumpkins have already been harvested, but the corn will have to wait for a month. This time, Chief Otova asked us to plant more early-maturing pumpkins and less late-maturing corn. The warriors were still complaining secretly... Now it seems that the fox chief is an old fox, much smarter than us!"

In the center of the valley, large swathes of pumpkins are ripe, and thousands of tribesmen and serfs are harvesting. Seeing this scene, Ivican laughed happily. He looked at the cornfields in the East and West Valleys again and pouted.

"Chief Red Cat is a stupid cat, and Chief Red Frog is a stupid toad! Now the army of the cactus tribe is stationed 80 miles to the southeast, and I don't know when they will come. They are guarding such a large field of unripe corn. , I really want to fight, but I'm afraid I can't fight, and I want to leave but I can't, I'm really in a dilemma!"

Hearing this, Amoxi's heart moved. He approached his friend and asked in a low voice.

"Ivican, you often go in and out of the chief's longhouse to report the military situation to the chief. You are knowledgeable! In this situation, what are the plans of the chiefs of the three major tribes?"

Hearing the compliment from his friend, Ivican laughed proudly. Then, he scratched his head in annoyance.

"This has been discussed for many days, and the chiefs' plans, I have not understood. The leader of Giova told the tribal warriors to pack up and prepare to retreat at any time. But listening to the three chiefs talking, it seems that they still have to talk to A bump in the south. There are so many ordinary tribes gathered now, and they are numerous and powerful, and relying on the terrain of the valley, I always feel that I can still make a hit, at least drag it until the corn in the valley is harvested before leaving!"

Amoxi thought for a while and nodded in agreement. He looked at more than a dozen tribal flags flying in the valley, and tens of thousands of tribal people. The noisy voices filled the valley and fell into the ears, which can be heard here, and inexplicably added a little confidence.

As the cactus tribe went north, many Guaquili tribes gradually gathered as they retreated north. In Palms, two large tribal centres have now emerged around the fertile lands.

One is the city of Palms, which is nearly a hundred miles away in the northeast. It is headed by the most powerful Red Dog tribe. There are five large tribes and dozens of ordinary tribes. It is estimated that there should be more than 60,000 tribesmen. The other is the Red Fox Valley right now. Headed by the second most powerful Red Fox tribe, there are three large tribes, more than a dozen ordinary tribes, and at least more than 30,000 tribesmen.

"Well, if all the tribes in the valley are mobilized, they should be able to gather more than 10,000 men who can fight, and strong women can also help defend. With this advantageous terrain, as long as the tribes guard the valley, they can always survive until the corn is harvested. when!"

Amosy looked around while comforting himself. There are continuous mountains in the north and south of the valley, and there are only a few narrow mountain roads like the foot, which makes it difficult for the army to pass. There are two steep valley entrances in the southeast and northwest of the valley, barely allowing two hundred people to pass side by side. As long as you rely on the terrain and defend a few Taniguchi, you should be able to fight, right?

The two of them were very worried, looking at the valley below their feet, trying to piece together some confidence. They have all seen cactus tribes fighting at close range. Although the opponent's bow and arrow are powerful, but attacking Taniguchi upwards, the power of the shot will be offset by the terrain, and the thick-skinned samurai who are difficult to hit can also respond with a powerful stone throw.

After a while, Amoxi forced a smile.

"Ivican, this investigation has not changed from a few days ago. The cactus tribe's legion is still stationed 80 miles southeast to rest. It is estimated that they will not have a lot of food, and it may not be possible to fight... If there is no major event, I will go back to the tribe first!"

"Okay, then, I'll report back to the chief first. When you're free in the evening, I'll find you to eat meat! Oh, and call on your daughter with excellent archery skills! I still have some agouti meat in stock, and it'll be fresh after roasting it. It's delicious to eat pumpkin!"

"Okay! Alan's archery has surpassed mine, and only you can give her some pointers!"

"Okay! Oh, in two years, Alan will be able to dye his hair red! I envy you!"

The two slapped each other on the chest and said goodbye. Ivican took the red fox scouts along the narrow mountain road, over the hill to the north, and returned to the center of the valley. Amoshi took a few scouts from the tribe and went westward along the mountains to the northwest valley.

The crowd went all the way west, away from the densely populated valley center. As the vassal tribe of the Red Fox tribe, the tribe of Amoshi naturally could not settle in the fertile valley. They were assigned outside the Taniguchi in the northwest, relying on the turning hills and further north.

This is the lower reaches of the river. The small river has gradually dried up, but a small piece of fertile soil has been infiltrated by the river~lightnovelpub.net~ The fertile soil has been reclaimed into farmland, and small pieces of pumpkin and corn have been planted. Hundreds of tribesmen Working hard in the field, harvesting pumpkins. A low grass hut was erected on the edge of the farmland, clinging to the nearby hills. In the lower part of the hills, many semi-crypts were dug for people to save wood and forage for building shacks.

A thin circle of wooden fences surrounds farmland and hills, delineating a common tribal camp. Hundreds of tribal warriors are guarding the camp, and a red crow flag is planted at the camp gate.

The "Red Crow" tribe, this is Amoshi's home. Seeing this poor and white camp, Amoxi breathed a sigh of relief. He led the scouts to the camp gate, and the tribal warriors in charge of vigilance bowed their heads and saluted him.

Amoxi nodded flatly, maintaining the majesty of a red-haired warrior. He was about to walk towards the longhouse in the center of the tribe, when he saw a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old canine girl trotting toward him.

The running girl has a firm expression, a strong body, and moves as agile as a cheetah. She was wearing tight short-sleeved cloth armor, carrying a small fir hunting bow on her back, and an obsidian dagger that was rarely seen in the tribe hanging from her waist. On the delicate handle of the dagger, three unknown square symbols and a mysterious black wolf head are engraved.

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