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The night was dark and shrouded the mountains and forests. Watermark advertising test Watermark advertising test The moonlight is sparse, illuminating the mountain road. In the rugged mountains and forests, a group of six or seven soldiers did not light their torches and were marching in the dark. Each of them carried small packages and leaned on sturdy spears, as they trudged north carefully.

"Are we leaving like this?"

The crowd walked for a while, the youngest Chipava finally couldn't help it and asked softly.

Zukata listened to the movement in the forest, and continued to walk for a while before replying in a low voice.

"What? Do you want to stay and surrender to the Mexicans?"

"No! How is it possible!"

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

"Mexicans ruined my hometown, killed my father...I will never surrender!"

"Well, you guys won't surrender. Then keep going!"

Zukarta nodded and kept walking. He tilted his head and looked at Chipava's profile. From this perspective, the young militia looked like someone he had sworn to protect with his life. Some long and unforgettable memories flooded into his mind, making him sigh softly.

"Marshal Cuyus... I'm sorry for not protecting your son..."

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

The meeting between the two is like a chance, and it is like a bonfire story told by a tribe sage. The South Army Corps disintegrated, and Chipava was led north by a group of disbanded soldiers as food that could walk on its own.

When Zukata led someone by, he glanced at him, then killed the scattered soldiers and rescued him. Afterwards, several people went all the way north, crossed the river, and then went all the way north, arrived in the wasteland, and joined the tribe of the Guaquili.

Along the way, Zukarta's actions are so clear that it seems to have a plan. However, the plan is no longer important because the important people are no longer there.

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

"Captain, although Chief Red Monkey asked us to go to the south and return the captives of the Red Frog Tribe... but he may not surrender..."

Zukata raised his head and glanced at Chipava lightly. He was silent for a while, then spoke calmly.

"After taking the first step, will the second step be far? The priest of the three gods said that when your soul sinks into the ground, you will be attracted by the profound kingdom of hell. Step by step, you will eventually fall into the goddess of the moon. In hand... At this moment, the ending is doomed. If you stay, nothing will change."

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

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

"Ah, Captain!"

Chipava blushed. He lowered his head and replied naively.

"The canines certainly can't stop the Mexicas, we really have to go! It's just that we left in such a hurry, and we didn't bring any belongings... The bag of silver that I managed to save..."

Zukarta shook his head. With a serious expression, he taught.

"Cipava, gold and silver are nothing but the temptation of the gods. As a samurai, you can freely enjoy wealth, but you must not be bound by it! You must be the master of wealth, not its slave!"

Chipava looked at Zukata's expression, bit his lip, and didn't say a word. After a while, he whispered. "Captain, we are different. I'm not a samurai, I'm a conscripted militia. I've never seen so much money in my life... Back then, if the family had money, they could give benefits to the samurai warriors in Zhengding... Father will not be taken away by the first batch, and I will not be taken away by the second batch. Ma and Amei will not know whether to live or die..."

"Samurai warriors..."

Zukarta was silent. He came from a noble family and was a guard samurai of Prince Cueus. His family has been passed down from generation to generation and has served the royal family for nearly two hundred years. To him, the warriors of Zhengding were just harmless and humble dogs who would bow their tails obediently every time they met. He knew what these people were doing locally, but he never took it to heart. Because, ordinary civilians are like ants to him.

The unchanging world has lasted for more than two hundred years, and the noble and the low are born. Until the fall of the kingdom, everything was changed. At this moment, what is the difference between the noble guards living in the wasteland and the sons of the militia? But it's all just exile.

"The kingdom is dead...Mexicans are our enemies."

After a long while, Zukarta was expressionless and his voice was low.

"We have to survive, and live well. Chief Amoshi is ahead. Catch him, go to him, and life is in the east."

"Ah! We're not going to the Red Dog Tribe, but the Red Crow?"

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

Zukata nodded and smiled dully.

"Well. Chief Scarlet Crow is not only stoic and decisive, but also flexible and good at learning. He is an eagle pretending to be a crow, able to avoid the storms of the rainy season, and truly soar in the sky of the wasteland... Chipawa, you said, The Red Crow Tribe has been preparing to migrate east."

"Yes, what Sister Alan said. They fled from the Red Fox Valley to move to the east, to the territory of the Vasteks."

Chipava said with certainty. He has always kept in mind what Sister Alan said. In fact, Chipava is a little older than Alan, but when he thinks of Alan's heroic way of shooting the enemy, he can't help thinking of himself as a younger brother.

"That's it. The East is the only way out."

Zukata nodded affirmatively. It was these words that made him make up his mind to go to the Red Crow.

"The Vasteks live in the jungles of the lowlands. They are soft folk, they love art, and they have many craftsmen. They are fat grass rabbits, and they have no resistance in the face of the stoic Steppenwolf... This is a wide The avenue is enough for us to walk on it..."

"Come on! Orzoma will soon find out that we're gone. He'll either send someone to hunt him down, or... the Mexican legion, heading north soon!"

Hearing this, everyone froze in unison, sulking their heads and speeding up their pace.

The night was getting darker. Along the way, everyone saw the traces of many Red Crow teams walking by, but they were never able to catch up. The elite canine scouts are very good at running. Even with rescued captives, they will go away like the wind, making it difficult for the southern warriors to catch up.

After a quarter of an hour, the main business of the red dog appeared in front of everyone, and a large bonfire flickered in Taniguchi.

"what to do?"

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

"The Red Dog tribe is ahead. Are we going to report the Orzoma? Chief Chichika has always been generous..."

"Don't go."

Zukarta must have shook his head.

"The Red Monkey is about to surrender, and the end of the North is already doomed. The Chichika leader has the pride in his bones and will definitely resist to the end. He has a fierce temperament and is moody... Now that it's over, he will die."

The crowd 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 his token with a dull expression, pretending to be the messenger of the Red Monkey Tribe. Many scouts have seen him beside Ozoma, and no one doubts it.

The group of people traveled unimpeded for a few miles, leaving the main business of the red dog far behind. Soon, the spear squad was on the final hill. Everyone's eyes widened in an instant.

Under the dim morning light, the bonfires that were about to go out were like stars in the sky, covering the entire fertile valley. The tributaries of the Tempon River flowed quietly, and the farmland beside the river was full of remnants of straw, giving the earth a grayish-yellow coat. In the distance, the small town of Palms is like a low stone, lying at the end of the line of sight, simple and vicissitudes.

"Palms Valley, here we are."

Looking at the large fields of farmland and rivers, Chipava looked longing. At this moment, he thought of his hometown in the south again, and couldn't help but mutter to himself again.

"It's a rare sight in the wasteland! It would be nice to stay here..."

The sky had just broken, and the morning light illuminated the hills. Zukata stood on the top of the high mountain, but instead of looking at the vast farmland, his back was to the valley. He looked at the mountains in the south with a solemn expression, and clenched the long spear in his hand.

"The Legion of the Mexicans ~lightnovelpub.net~ 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 north, followed by tens of thousands of gray-blue figures, like the mythical feathered snake swallowed up! A few miles in front of the army, five hundred red frog warriors dressed in cotton armor and holding bamboo bows were the first to open the way. They descended from the heights, and without pausing at all, they went straight to the Red Dog Master behind.

"Ah, look there!..."

Chipava stretched out a finger and let out an exclamation.

Zukata glanced at it and lowered his eyes. In the familiar red monkey camp, there is a flag that he is more familiar with. On the flag, an abstract serpent surrounds a red sun, a symbol of the Union of Mexica!

"The Red Monkey Tribe... is down!"

After a few breaths, Zukata took a deep breath. In the morning light of daybreak, he turned around calmly, took the lead to the Red Crow tribe in the valley, and never looked back.

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