The enemy retreated, and night fell. Seven longboats docked on the beach, and the Kingdom Expedition Team of only two hundred people set up camp on the west bank of the Dashui River. Piedmont, with two hundred spear warriors, rushed to treat the wounded and tortured the prisoners. The samurai also oversaw the 800 Dingzhuang, burying the dead bodies of both sides in battle.

Soon, a little bonfire was lit along the flat river bank. The aroma of the food, mixed with the **** smell of Dandan, dispersed in the night wind and drifted to all directions.

"I personally tortured the captive... The leader on the opposite side is called Yunshi Kava. He is the military leader of Yeguo City. He has always been closely related to Yunchen, the big leader of Mountain River City, and is regarded as the opponent's supporter and ally."

Piedmont, holding the spear, came to the front of the two captains. He sat down on the ground, took the hot and soft tortilla, nibbled it, and told the identity of the enemy.

"Marble Kava? Yeguocheng's military leader, an ally of the big leader Yun Chen?"

Hearing this, Puap's face showed confusion.

"What does this mean?"

"Simply put, the leaders on the opposite side are the Mistec people who are the most resolutely opposed to the alliance."

Pymen put down the tortilla, stretched out his hand, and gestured to the southeast.

"Since the Eastern Expedition, the Mistec people have initially maintained neutrality. Yeguo City, which is closest to here, is nominally a vassal of the Alliance. If the scouts from both sides encounter each other, although they are vigilant against each other, they will not act directly."

"This kind of relationship lasted for several months. But when His Majesty swept the two southern states, the attitude of this lowland Mistec tribe gradually deteriorated. Under the call of the leaders of Yunchen and Yunshi, the Mistek tribe opposed to the alliance. Sturk clan, more and more..."

"The Mistec people immediately stationed troops in the swamp village, secretly threatening the army's back path. His Majesty also stationed the army and confronted them. Three months ago, the news of His Majesty burning the holy city and sacrificing the priestly family of Cholula came. The attitude of the Mistec people has completely changed! Many devout lowland tribes have begun to hostile to the Alliance. And the kingdom's scouts and nearby tribesmen also fought more than a dozen times..."

"This Sancha River mouth is under the control of Yeguo City. The 80,000-90,000 Mistek tribe there has become an enemy of the alliance, and reinforcements may come at any time! ... And the Marble Kava on the opposite side of the river. , is also an experienced mountain and forest warrior. He just fought with us, left two hundred corpses and retreated. But I think it is very likely that he is only retreating temporarily..."

"What! Within a hundred miles, there are 80,000 to 90,000 rival tribes? Then, at least 10,000!"

Hearing this, Puap's expression changed and he spoke solemnly.

"Captain Pimen, we can't delay here, we have to hurry to the upstream tributaries to the northwest... You know, if there are too many wasps in the mountains, they will kill people!"

"Yeah. We'll leave early tomorrow morning! As for now, I'll go to the camp where Ding Zhuang is stationed, and guard the warriors at night."

Pimmon clapped his hands and put the last piece of cake into his mouth. Then, carrying a long spear, he turned and strode away, arranging for tonight's defense.

"The Lord God bless the kingdom!"

The wind is warm in late summer, and the mountains and forests are deep and vast. The long river goes east and twists and turns along the river. Chiwako looked at the dark and dangerous night, and the mainstream of the river in the upper east, his eyes became deep.

"Old Pu. You said, why did Your Majesty let us go up the river and travel more than a thousand miles to come here?"

"Why?"

Puap scratched his head and thought for a while, but he didn't have a clue. He recalled what he saw along the way, and guessed according to his own knowledge.

"Probably want to try, can the waterway in the upper reaches of the Tulsa River be opened? We came up from the most southwestern seaport, and it took two months to get here. The upstream waterway in front is said to go straight into Meath. The hinterland of the Turks, I don't know how long... What's the matter, the largest river in the south is also two thousand miles long!"

"Yeah, a two-thousand-mile long river! From the territory of the Turks, to the hinterland of the Kingdom of the Lake, to the southern city-states of the Alliance, then the messy Mistec city-states, and even to the north of Terra The land of Scala... This long river, but all the southern tribes, are linked together..."

Hearing this, the old militia nodded in approval and sighed softly.

"On the way, we saw so many ships and so many prisoners! If there was no waterway, tens of thousands of prisoners were taken, and they traveled a thousand miles overland to return to the kingdom. I don't know how many people would have died! And these fleets can transport Captives, of course, can also transport warriors, food, and strange stones from the mountains..."

Speaking of which, the old militiaman paused. His old eyes flickered, revealing the light of contemplation, and the wisdom of practice.

"The kingdom has mastered the lower and middle reaches of the long river. Now, let's go through this difficult upstream...I see, His Majesty is like a greedy giant anteater! He stretched the whole long river. The red tongue will eat the land and tribes along the way like ants, one bite at a time!"

"Uh! Old man Qi, what nonsense are you talking about? How dare you speak ill of Your Majesty!"

Hearing these words, Puap shuddered. He looked around nervously, and he was relieved that he didn't see anyone else. He pursed his lips and lowered his voice.

"...But, what you said makes sense... To the east of the Kingdom of the Lake is the Union of Mexica, and to the north is the desolate Northland. King Avit of the Union is also a mature jaguar. He Controlling the Mexica Alliance, constantly conquering the Quartet, blocking the way of the kingdom's expansion to the east... If your Majesty wants to reach out to the rich southern city-states, to the various eastern divisions, there is only one long river!"

"And if the upper reaches of this long river can be dredged and the big ships can really pass through, then the kingdom's tens of thousands of legions... can even bypass the fortress and appear in the alliance..."

Having said that, the two of them stopped talking for a while. In the hearts of the Prepecha warriors, there is no king of the alliance.

The night wind blows, and the bonfire flickers on and off. After a while, the old militiaman sighed faintly.

"The mountains in the south are as numerous as the leaves on a tree. The river in the south is the trunk of the tree. As for these tribes in the south, they are the bees that pierce people and hide in the leaves... I don't know when, It will come out and stab you!"

"Kill!...ah!...uh...ho ho..."

The sound of a short fight suddenly came from the northeast of the river bank, where the warriors were patrolling. Across the distance of two miles, the voice was urgent and harsh, like a lynx fighting and biting in the woods at night.

The two captains heard the sound and looked, but in the dark night, they couldn't see it clearly, only a very dark shadow. Puap pulled out the copper axe and clenched it tightly in his hand. Then he turned his head and grinned.

"Old Qi, the bees are popping out and stabbing people. It's now!"

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