The morning light illuminates the distant sky, and the rising sun rises from the mountains, illuminating the temporary camp of the dogborn. The messy camps stretched for miles, and the smoke from the cooking lingered around the mountains and forests, and the aroma of corn permeated everywhere.

"Temporarily repelling the Otomi, the tribe can finally settle down and eat a warm breakfast."

The red crow's flag is slanted at the top of the hill. Below the hill is the red crow camp without a fence, no, it should be said to be the gathering point of the tribe.

Amoshi wears cotton armor and takes dozens of red-haired personal guards to patrol the gathering points of the tribe. With a resolute expression, he constantly greeted the soldiers around him, occasionally bursting out with heroic laughter. The chief's laughter echoed through the valleys, drifting toward the sun on the top of the east mountain, brightening the gloomy camp.

"It's really an ancestor's blessing! Chief, we have gathered 1,500 warriors! Together with the old camp in the north, the Red Crow Tribe has more than 2,000 warriors. We are no longer the small tribe we used to be!"

The personal guard Mo Qi was excited and a little emotional. During the night attack that night, the people separated from the chief, and under the leadership of Alan, they fled all the way through the night, and they would perish at any time. But just a few days later, they not only met with the chief, but also erected a flag and gathered the defeated troops. Now, the Red Crow Tribe has so many warriors, it's like a dream.

"Thank you for the blessing of the ancestors, but also to the wise leader! The leader is like a wolf king, he acts bravely and decisively, and he can treat warriors kindly. It is really admirable!"

Amoxi nodded with emotion, and his heart was as clear as a flat lake. When he escaped from the Red Fox Valley, he was only the leader of a small clan. At this moment, he can gain a foothold among the tens of thousands of eastern dog breeds, thanks to the respect of the Chichika chief!

Before, it was the big leader who recruited him by his side and allowed him to participate in military discussions, behind the five major tribes. Now, with the acquiescence of the big leader, he can raise a flag to recruit people and gather the scattered tribesmen. You must know that these warriors are all elites recruited from various ministries, and many even come from the two big tribes of flamingos and red salamanders.

Hearing this, Mo Qi was quiet for a moment. He looked to see that there was no one left or right, and then he spoke.

"Chief, you fought to the death for the big leader several times and escaped from the night attack before you got these preferential treatment. You don't owe the big leader anything..."

"Ok?"

Amosy stopped. He looked at Mo Qi, pondered for a while, and then said slowly.

"Moqi, my old brother. The Great Chief is kind to us and treats us well! ... Before under the Red Fox Chief, we were born and died so many times, what did we get?"

Hearing this, Mo Qi widened his eyes and looked at the chief sincerely.

"Chief, I didn't mean it that way. It's just... I always think of old Chief Kakalo. He's a priest of the wasteland who can predict the future. He told us... Guaquili life is not here, but In the East and the North!"

"Old Chief, Kakalo Dad... huh, the vitality of the East..."

Amoxi lowered his eyes, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Alan who had been listening.

"Alan, this place is near the mouth of the valley, and it is only more than 20 miles away from the old camp in the valley. You should return to the old camp first, gather food, and prepare for migration."

Then, Amoxi looked at Mo Qi and ordered.

"Mo Qi, you go too. Bring five hundred newly gathered soldiers and return north from the mountain path."

Mo Qi was startled. He looked at the captain who had followed him for decades and couldn't help shouting.

"Chief, who are you?..."

"Go! Hurry up before the new order of the big boss is given!"

Amoxi made a decision, and his expression was determined again.

"Father!"

Seeing this scene, Alan was inexplicably flustered. She took a step forward and grabbed Amosy's arm. The girl looked at her father's expression, and she couldn't say the words of dissuasion. After a while, she said.

"Daddy. You...you have to come back alive. I don't want to lose Daddy again."

"Alan, my daughter. You did a great job that night!"

Hearing this, Amoxi stretched out her hand, rubbed her daughter's hair, and smiled softly.

"You go back to the old camp to prepare. If I don't come back, the tribe will be handed over to you. You will take the tribe to the east, to the place of the Vasteks!..."

"Haha, I still remember the first time I saw you, in the mountains to the east. You wear a small waistcoat and a small pocket, like a little squirrel... Time flies so fast. The once little girl has become a red falcon, able to stand on this wasteland and no longer need the care of an adult bird..."

"Father!"

Alan couldn't bear it any longer and hugged Dad. The girl's tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried out.

"You must come back...promise me!..."

Amoxi lowered his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest. After a while, he nodded slowly and pushed Alan away calmly.

"Well, Alan, I promise you. But you are a red-haired warrior in the wasteland, you must be strong!"

Then, with a solemn expression, he instructed the personal guard Mo Qi.

"Mo Qi, you are Alan's uncle and the old man of the tribe. Although Alan has great potential, he is still too young. The situation in the tribe is complicated, and many times, it still depends on you... If Alan really can't afford it The responsibility of the tribe is up to you to succeed the chief!"

Hearing this, Mo Qi shook his head. He was silent for a long time and just said.

"Chief. The Red Crow tribe moved all the way. It expanded too fast and took in too many other tribes. If you don't come back, no one can stabilize the whole tribe. Even if you barely migrate to the Vastek territory, you will eventually escape. But the end of the split."

Hearing this, Amoxi did not speak. He turned, like a crow on the moor, to the distant mountains. In his eyes, the world is full of traces of death. The gray-blue and dark-green legions are like the tide of the sky, swallowing up unstoppable.

Alan stopped crying and looked towards the south in silence, like a grown kestrel.

The three stood silently for a long time until a red-haired scout hurried over.

"Chief, the big leader summons."

"it is good."

Amoxi turned sideways, smiled at Alan, and finally rubbed the girl's hair. Then, he looked at Mo Qi and gave a serious order.

"Don't delay, go now!"

"...Yes, Chief."

Mo Qi bent down deeply, clenched his fists and saluted.

Amoxi nodded slightly, but without looking back, he left with dozens of guards. Along the way, many red-haired elites were shouting loudly to reorganize the scattered warriors. Although the Canine camps along the way were chaotic, order was being restored.

Soon, the flag of the red dog appeared in front of him. Ammosillo waited and watched, the scout's instinct made him contemplate in his heart. The Red Dog tribe is heavily guarded, with more than 600 red-haired hunters and nearly 3,000 tribal warriors, ready to fight at any time.

"Big Chief!"

Amoxi walked under the flag, knelt down on one knee, and respectfully saluted the chief.

"Amoshi, my loyal warrior."

Chichika nodded in satisfaction. He lifted Amoxi with his own hands and patted the warrior on the shoulder again.

"You came just in time. I'm discussing the military situation with Orzoma."

Amoshi bowed his head again and saluted the Orzoma. The red monkey chief returned the salute with a smile, with a scrutiny in his eyes.

After the collapse of the various ministries, the military power of the alliance became more and more concentrated. The Red Dog tribe has gathered the most warriors, and the family is the only one, and it already has the foundation to build a powerful city-state. The Red Crow Tribe also occupies a place in the alliance.

"The big leader really has far-reaching plans... He has been supporting these small tribes, and I don't care. Now it seems that he is probably ready to check, balance or even replace other big tribes."

Orzoma groaned to himself. The big leader stopped the retreat and defeated the chasing enemy. The balance in his heart tilted slightly and fell to the big leader again.

"My warriors! The warriors of the tribe are all reorganizing, the messenger to the old camp has just returned, and the situation of the various ministries has become clear."

Chichika stared at the two with a steady voice.

"The red deer fled back to the valley with several hundred remnants. I have ordered him to return with his troops. The flamingo died in the night attack, and the gathered troops will be merged into the red dog. The red salamander is missing and may have He took the captives of the cactus tribe. His tribe in the old camp will be temporarily hosted by me... As for the other scattered tribes, you can gather them as much as you can!"

Chichika looked at the two of them. Amoxi bowed his head and saluted, taking the lead.

"Listen to you, Chief."

"Follow your arrangements, esteemed chief."

Ozoma also bowed his head.

Chichika nodded calmly. Then there was some sadness in his words.

"The scouts have received clear news that Uman was killed while he was in the rear..."

Hearing this, Amoxi's eyes darkened. Uman has only known him for two months, but he is a comrade-in-arms who has experienced life and death.

The chief was silent for a moment. Then, he stretched out his hands and pressed **** the shoulders of Orzoma and Amoxi.

"Ozoma, Amoxi, now, my right-hand man is you!"

"Listen to you, Chief."

Amoxi's expression remained unchanged.

"I am willing to die for you!"

There was excitement on Ozoma's face.

"good very good!"

Chichika stared at the two for a moment, then nodded slowly. After a while, he spoke again, his words unquestionable.

"The 15,000-strong army before the night attack has gathered more than 8,000 people. Today, the army has moved 20 miles north and set up camp at Taniguchi!"

Hearing this order, Orzoma and Amoxi looked at each other for a few breaths, and then both bowed their heads.

"Follow your orders, Chief!"

Chichika smiled in satisfaction. He looked at the north and encouraged.

"The collapsed troops that have been gathered need to be reorganized, and the old camps in the valley are being mobilized. I have ordered the recruitment of men from all divisions. Within three days, five thousand strong men will be recruited again and added to each division."

"Another five thousand Ding Zhuang?"

Ozoma was a little shocked. More than 60,000 canine tribes have recruited nearly 20,000 warriors. Now that another 5,000 is required, I am afraid that even healthy women and teenagers will be recruited. How can the ministries accept this kind of levy? ...

"Ok."

Chichika grinned, showing her teeth.

"There are still more than 1,000 red dog warriors in the old camp. I will also send another 1,000 soldiers north to supervise the recruitment of the various tribes. In addition, the Zuma priests will hold a great sacrifice in the valley. The wasteland priests of each tribe will sacrifice all Otomi Serfs, kill all the southern captives, and pray to the divine earth and sky, to the ancestors in the wind, and pray for the victory of the war!"

"Blood sacrifice to all serfs and captives?!"

Ozoma exclaimed. In the valley, there were at least 3,000 Otomi serfs working in the fields, and even 6,000 men and women as prisoners left behind by various tribes. Amoxi is also moved.

"good!"

"This, the big leader... On the wasteland, there has never been such a large-scale blood sacrifice..."

Ozoma looked at the big boss, only to see a cold smile.

"Haha, it's okay. There is a first time for everything."

Chichika smiled, suppressing the killing intent in her heart, and licked her teeth lightly.

"On the one hand, the festival is to pay tribute to the warriors who died in battle. Mother Earth needs the nourishment of flesh and blood to let the souls of the warriors rest in peace.

The big leader looked calm, but implied madness.

"The priests will tell all the tribes: We have killed the Ortomi, and if the valley falls, the Ortomi will also kill us. It will be the same whether we surrender or not. And the only way to survive is to hold on. Valley!"

"Ah, the way to live..."

Hearing this, the balance in Orzoma's heart swayed rapidly, pointing to the blurred boundary. In this brief moment, his body trembled slightly, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind. Then, he lowered his head deeply, like an ape hidden in the forest, and said in a low voice.

"We can continue to retreat to the wasteland..."

Cold eyes swept over, staring at the drooping head. The red monkey chief instantly restrained his expression. Then, he looked up again, swallowed, and fell to his knees in fear.

"Big boss! The cactus tribe can summon the fire of the sky, even if the terrain is very dangerous, it is difficult to defend!"

"Heavenly Fire?...It's just a wooden beast created by the evil god! As long as the warriors overcome their fears, they have nothing to fear."

Chichika narrowed her eyes, stared at Orzoma for a while, and then said lightly.

"Defend for a few days, the old camp needs time to close. If it really can't hold, I will order a retreat. Since the alliance is established, it must be like a pack of wolves, orderly and hierarchical! It can't be swarmed and scattered everywhere. Yes..."

Speaking of this, the big leader pondered for a while, his eyes flashing.

"Of course, the old and the weak in the valley can indeed withdraw some of them... um~lightnovelpub.net~ After the big festival, there will be warriors who will control the valleys everywhere. The tribes who have handed over enough mouths can be withdrawn first."

Hearing this, Amoxi froze in his heart. He didn't look, just bowed his head respectfully.

"The chief is wise."

Chichika looked at the two of them, her eyes fell like mountains, and she ordered sharply.

"Orzoma!"

"Yes, Chief!"

"Your Red Monkey tribe has high morale and is stationed in the front camp of Taniguchi. I will bring the main force and support you behind you. When the first batch of reinforcements arrives, I will replenish it for you!"

"Follow your orders!"

Orzoma fell to the ground.

"Amosy!"

"Big Chief."

"Your tribe has just gathered up the defeated troops, so they are stationed behind the Taniguchi to rest. But the Red Crow scouts are quite elite and must detect the enemy's situation and keep attacking and harassing them. Come and lead the team yourself and go south along the mountains and forests! There are many scattered ones. The tribe is trapped in the south, as long as you can support it, it will belong to your tribe!"

"Listen to you, Chief."

Amoxi also fell to the ground and saluted respectfully.

"very good!"

Looking at the respectful two, Chichika nodded in satisfaction. He smiled and commanded.

"Let's all go down. All the tribes, act as soon as possible! The ancestors in the wind will bless us!"

"Ancestor's blessing!"

The two of them responded in unison, and immediately turned to leave. On the hill, Chichika was the only one. He stood for a long time, looking at the mountains in the south, and suddenly grinned,

"Come on, Mexica! The wolf king in the wasteland is destined to die with scars and never give in!"

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