"Chase! Chase! Grab that red-haired barbarian chieftain! I'll make wine glasses out of his skull!"

The hills are undulating, the mountains and forests are scattered, and the yellow leaves are flying and dancing. Zotor, the brave palm patriarch, roared excitedly, running like the wind among the hills. He took the lead, wearing leather armor, and led more than 300 family warriors in hot pursuit.

Behind the palm patriarch, there were hundreds of Chinganbat warriors in a loose formation, chasing after him like a long snake. In front of him, more than a hundred red-haired barbarians were fleeing in a panic. One of them was wearing a wolfskin robe, looking back in panic from time to time, he turned out to be a rare dog-born chieftain, in charge of thousands of barbarians.

"Quick! Quick! Charge up on both sides! Bring them close to the valley!"

After chasing him for a long time, Zottoer suddenly showed joy. This area is north of Chingambat, and he is very familiar with the terrain in front of him. A mile or two ahead is a sunken valley. The valley looks very deep, but there is no exit inside, only steep cliffs, and it is impossible to climb out in a hurry. As long as this group of barbarians are forced into the valley, and the warriors behind block the entrance of the valley, the red-haired barbarian chief will die!

"Good! Good! Chase their tails and kill them into the valley!"

The red-haired savage in front ran away in a panic, and paused at the entrance of the valley, as if hesitating. But the palm warriors on both sides accelerated forward, and the barbarians were still forced into the valley. The brave palm patriarch Zotor was overjoyed, and personally brought three hundred guards who were good at fighting, and couldn't wait to chase and kill them.

"Haha! The barbarian is indeed a barbarian. He looks glamorous, but he is actually vulnerable!"

Zotor rushed into the valley, laughing loudly.

Thousands of royal troops went south, he gathered heavy troops, and defended the city of Apachingan, but all the barbarians who came came from the north. The barbarians wore cotton armor and held bamboo and wooden longbows. They moved fast, but they didn't have the glory of warriors at all. They just went to the fortified city of Apachingan to have a look, and neither engaged in a battle nor attacked the city, they just scattered in all directions and plundered the Apa Plain hundreds of miles away.

Zotor waited in the city for half a month, until there were beacon fires everywhere outside the city, and there were small groups of barbarians looting and killing everywhere. Many cottages of southwest aristocrats were captured by barbarians, all the men were killed, and their families were taken captive to the north. Only a few people did not know how to escape and came to the city to cry.

Even the Tekos tribe, a hundred miles away to the south, was attacked, and three thousand-member tribes were directly removed. The "shield" chief Chimali immediately sent an envoy, requesting the Zicao family to send troops to surround and kill these wandering northern barbarians.

Chimali is the Tekos Chieftain in the Coalcoman Mountains in the southern part of Apacingan. There are 20,000 tribes and 5,000 warriors. They are related to the Palm family. Dependents of the Palm family have taken refuge among the Tekos tribe in the south. This time, Chimali was invited to lead the army. As the leader of the Tekos tribes in the southern mountain area, he was the only reinforcement the Palm family could count on.

The palm family has been inherited on the edge of the mountain, and has intermarried and communicated with various tribes of Nantex for generations, and has a deep understanding of the southern Terkos people. Zotor knew that the southern Terkos can be roughly divided into three groups: the west, the southwest, and the southeast according to the gathering area.

The Western Tekos tribe gathered in the mountainous area of ​​Western Colima (now Colima) in Zicao County. They had a large number of people and a wide range of influence, and established the ancestral city of Colima on the mountain plain. In the local language, the meaning of Colima is both "land of volcanoes" and "place where water bends". It can be called the city of fire. There are huge smoking volcanoes, fertile volcanic ash plains, and the Ameria River (), which connects with the Chapala Lake District to the north and flows into the endless Great Lakes to the south.

Fire River City is five hundred miles away from Apachingan City, hidden deep among the mountains. With Huohe City as the center, the west and south reach the endless lake, the east reaches the west of Zicao County, the edge of the Apa Plain, and the north reaches the Chapala Lake District in the south... This is a mountainous area five hundred miles from east to west and three hundred miles from north to south. All are loose tribes of Tekos.

Facing the continuous expansion of Tarasco's previous dynasty, the Western Tekos tribe was forced to form a tribal alliance. Together with the wild people in the mountains, the total population under their control was close to 200,000. They have several large tribes with tens of thousands of people. They resisted the attack of Tarasco's old dynasty for decades, and finally surrendered to the kingdom in name. The leader of the alliance, the strongest chieftain of Colima, even sent his daughter to intermarry the former Tarasco royal family and gave birth to a prince with the blood of both gods.

Before Zotor raised his troops, he also sent envoys to Fire River City asking for help, but there was no news from him. The western ministries are too far apart, and the chieftain of Colima has an unclear attitude, and seems unwilling to rashly provoke the powerful king of the north.

The Southwestern Tekos tribe gathered in the Koalkoman Mountains in the southwest of Zicao County, and established the small city of Koalkoman (now án) with the Koalkoman area as the core. Coalcoman is about two hundred and fifty miles from Apacingan. In the local language, Koalkoman means "snake with hands", so it can also be called Hand Snake City.

The range of the tribes in the southwest is also 500 miles from east to west and 300 miles from north to south. They went east to the Tulsas River, north to the plains of Apa, south to the Great Lake, and west to the edge of the Colima Mountains. However, due to the lack of fertile volcanic ash plains like the Fire River Plain, the tribes in the southwest have only about 110,000 to 20,000 people, and many of them are scattered on the lakeside plains of the endless Great Lakes.

Before the sudden demise of Tarasco's former dynasty, the southwestern tribes were all vassals of the kingdom. The powerful tribes were deliberately suppressed or even split up, and many tribal fighters were recruited during the Western Expedition. It was not until the demise of the previous dynasty that the "shield" chief Chimali finally got rid of the shackles of the kingdom and officially rose. During the rise of Chimali, the Palm family traded a lot of food and weapons, and was an important ally of the Shield tribe, and the relationship between the two parties was extremely close.

Therefore, when Zotor's envoy for help arrived in Hand Snake City, the enterprising Chimali immediately summoned various ministries and went north to support his allies. The southwestern tribes have been suppressed by the kingdom for many years, and finally gained independence, and they don't want the old rule to come again. Now, at least 10,000 tribal fighters are pouring out of the mountains, and more tribes are still gathering.

The Southeast Tekos tribe gathered in the southeast of Zicao County, nearly 200 miles east of the lower reaches of the Talsas River, in the city of Sakatura (now Zihuatanejo) on the Sakatura coastal plain. The meaning of Sakatura is not only "water in the yellow mountain", it is located between the mountains and the endless lake, but also "the land of women", with a large number of matrilineal clan remnants, so it can be called Haenyeo City. Four hundred miles to the northeast of Haenyeo City is the Wetamo Mountains, and two hundred miles to the southeast is the Trapanik people who live along the coast.

Haenyeo City is extremely far away, four to five hundred miles away from Apachingan City, separated by large rivers and lakes. There are only 40,000 to 50,000 Tekos tribes there. Like the other tribes in Trapanik, they all surrender to the kingdom and alliance in name, but actually govern themselves behind closed doors. Their geographical location is very isolated. They are protected by the Sierra Madre del Sur in the north, and there are towering and desolate mountains for hundreds of miles. They are almost not afraid of any land conquest, and they don't care about the situation outside the mountains.

Zotor also sent envoys to Haenyeo City, but he knew in his heart that it was almost impossible for the Southwestern tribe to send troops.

Chaotic thoughts flashed through Patriarch Palm's mind, making him more and more aware of the danger of the situation. But what can be done right now is to defeat this weak barbarian army that is looting everywhere and fleeing in the face of the wind!

Thinking of this, Zottoer's footsteps did not stop. He chased and killed all the way, and finally forced the wolf-robed chief opposite to the end of the valley. Looking around, there are steep cliffs all around, and there is no escape route. The wolf-robed chief with more than a hundred red hair turned around in despair. He held up the short bronze spear in his hand and let out a low growl.

"Aww!"

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Zotor laughed heartily. He approached with three hundred family warriors, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Don't talk about meowing like a wolf, if you kneel down and meow like a cat, your head will be cut off today!"

"Aww!"

The wolf-robed chief roared again, with a strange smile on his face, and the red-haired hunter beside him also called out at the same time.

"Aww!"

But after a few breaths, it seemed that he heard his call, and the neat howling of wolves suddenly sounded from behind the cliff, like the howling of wolves hunting!

Then, under Zottoer's disbelieving eyes, hundreds of red-haired hunters stood up on the cliff dozens of steps away. They raised the light and powerful bamboo longbows in their hands, aimed slightly, and then fired a death volley at the gorgeously dressed palm chief!

"Swoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

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