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The sea breeze blew through the tent, and the air was full of damp waves. Alan sat in the tent, looking at the map in his eyes, but his mind flew into the distance. She straightened up and touched the obsidian dagger at her waist, learning to think like a chief for the first time.

"Father, since this time the tribe moved northward, since it was entrusted to me, I must do it well! You have to help me move the tribe as soon as possible to catch up with this year's spring ploughing. The seaside in the lowlands is very warm, even if it is dragged to In late May and early June, we can still plant. We can plant a little later, but we need to clear as much land as possible so that we can harvest more grain in the fall.”

"That's right, we need to move north as soon as possible, and we need to reclaim as much farmland as possible! I have already selected the first batch of people to move north. They are all from tribes that are close and obedient. Tonight, I will gather leaders from various ministries, Urge them to go north."

Amosy smiled and nodded in agreement. He looked at Alan, patiently listened to his daughter's thoughts, and made some suggestions.

"Of course, my daughter, if you want to firmly control these tribes that have moved north, you must have a reliable tribal force! I will give you five hundred Red Crow Headquarters, five hundred Long Spear Battalion, and then from A thousand warriors from each tribe are drawn. And you, you have to learn to control the hearts of the warriors, make the warriors feel awe, and make them obey your orders. Alan, do you know what to do?”

"Don't let the warriors be in awe, obey orders."

Alan tilted his head and blinked. She thought hard for a while, and her eyes lit up.

"Dad, I know! I will hold an archery conference, and let the warriors of these two thousand people come out to fight with me. Then, as their leader, I will shoot them down and beat them one by one. , they will be afraid and dare not be disobedient!"

". er. shoot down all the warriors"

Hearing this, Amoxi's face froze, and he pulled the red hair on his head. At the tribal archery conference, there is indeed a link to fight against each other. The hunters on both sides held hunting bows, gathered for dozens of steps, and then shot each other with blunt wooden arrows dipped in red dye. In the process of shooting, the two sides can run and dodge and shoot many arrows, but as long as they are shot once, they will fail.

This kind of shooting is actually very similar to actual combat, which can reflect the combat effectiveness of the shooter. However, even though a wooden arrow was used for counter-shooting, it was still sharp, and there was a possibility of injury.

Amoxi pondered for a while and taught in a deep voice.

"Alan, defeating the warriors of various divisions is indeed a way to conquer everyone. It's just that this method is not very common. After all, not all leaders have excellent archery skills like you, such as Dad, I can't beat all of them. Warriors. But they still follow me faithfully, willing to obey my orders, willing to fight for me. You know why?"

"No reason"

Alan blinked and thought for a long time before answering uncertainly.

"That's because, Dad, you brought the tribe down from the wasteland. And with Dad, everyone's life has changed for the better?"

"Haha! This is indeed an important reason. A qualified leader must bring benefits to the tribe and give hope to the warriors!"

Amoxi nodded with a smile, the corners of his mouth raised. After a few breaths, he looked solemn again and said carefully.

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"Alan, my daughter. Our wasteland tribe never relies on unseen and untouchable gods to convince the tribe, but on things that can be seen and touched. A qualified wasteland chief must first have A certain amount of force. Whether archery, spear throwing, or axe spear, he needs to be proficient in at least one thing to convince ordinary warriors. But for a chief, the bigger the clan and the more warriors, the less important personal force is."

"Father, what is important then?"

"The most important thing is to do the right thing to win the hearts of the tribe and the warriors."

Speaking of this, Amoxi paused and looked up without saying a word. He recalled the Chichika chief, the means of subduing the warriors, and also recalled that he joined forces with the Zuma priest and used divination to influence the warriors. In the end, it was the process in which he led the tribe and moved all the way to the east, truly considering the various tribes, and gradually being supported by everyone. After a while, he spoke again.

"Alan, there are many sources of people's hearts. Excellent military force can make tribesmen fear. As a leader, both kindness and power can also make warriors obey. In the name of the ancestors, praying for divination and revealing spells can also be effective. But the most fundamental thing is to make the right choice, which is conducive to the decision of the tribe!"

"Isn't the right choice, beneficial to the tribe?"

Alan interlaced his fingers, holding his chin, thinking about Dad's teaching. Amoxi waited patiently for a while before speaking seriously.

"The right choice is the interest of the tribe. As a chief, you need to let those who support you gain tangible benefits! We moved eastward and escaped from the conquest of the death chief, which is good for the tribe. We attack The Varvastek, the tribe has grown rapidly, and there is no longer any shortage of food, land, and mouth. This is also a real benefit."

"Because of these decisions, it has brought benefits to the tribe, and I have the prestige of the great chief, and the soldiers will sincerely obey. And this time to move north, I publicize the threats from the west and the south, but also to let the leaders of the various ministries. I think moving north is the most beneficial!"

Amoxi raised his head and looked into Alan's eyes, seriously telling the main points of leading the tribe. This is all his personal experience. It may be crude, but it is most suitable for the current situation of the wasteland tribe.

"Alan, my daughter, you can't fight the tide, and you shouldn't stand in front of the buffalo when they're charging. Instead, you should take a boat and go along the tide. Avoid the buffalo, chase the buffalo. Footprints. The so-called tide and bison are the general trend and interests!"

"Following the tide, chasing buffalo?"

Alan pursed his lips, gradually thinking more and more in his heart. She pulled back her short hair and held the dagger at her waist. She turned her head to look to the south, the direction of the Aztecs. According to Dad, the tribe's northward migration is to avoid the tide in the south. She looked at the far south, and after a while, she asked in a low voice.

"Dad, can I ride a buffalo, blow a horn, and raise a high tide?"

"Huh? Riding a bison and setting off a tide?"

Hearing this, Amoxi was stunned. He widened his eyes and carefully looked at the daughter he would raise with his own hands. Alan straightened his spine and looked at him with firm and bright eyes. After a few breaths, Amoxi suddenly smiled happily.

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"Alan, I'm very happy that you have such an ambition! However, if you want to control the general trend, you must have enough strength to gradually make waves. The huge bison gallops across the wasteland, stirring up dust in the sky. As long as they don't stop No one can stop it. Our Red Crow Tribe will continue to move forward and grow like a bison.”

"And if one day, you can sit on a four-legged beast, blow a horn, and rule the thousands of tribes in the north. Then, you can set off a high tide and flock to the homeland in the south!"

At this moment, Alan's eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky. Her silent face showed the solemnity and majesty of a chief for the first time. After a moment, she nodded slightly.

"I will! Dad."

It was quiet in the tent, and a faint fragrance of herbs wafted. Amoxi made some herbal tea and handed Alan a cup. The father and daughter were drinking tea and discussing the specific matters of moving north. After the two discussed it, Alan finally concluded.

"Dad, you can give me another batch of farming tools, some old farmers who are good at farming, plus the chief priest who can farm the land sent by the alliance. This season's farming, we must let the tribes who moved north get a good harvest. In this way, there will be less resistance for the subsequent tribes to go north. After the autumn harvest, I plan to bring 2,000 soldiers and send another 2,000 to 3,000 militiamen to patrol the periphery of the lake area and call all the tribes along the way to come. "

"Well, yes. The jaguar has come to a new territory, and he has to walk around and let the surrounding birds and beasts know."

Amosy agrees. In fact, if it wasn't for him to sit in the south and keep an eye on the situation of Otter City and the Mexica Army, he should have done the tour after the autumn. And if his daughter Alan can carry the burden, he is also willing to let it go.

After all, the remnants of matriarchal clans still exist in the vast northern wasteland, as well as the great plains farther north. Many tribesmen only know their mother and do not know who their father is. And an excellent female leader is actually easier to gain support than a male leader, and often lives longer. Of course, the premise of this is that there is no husband who shares power beside the female leader.

Thinking of this, Amoxi touched his forehead, inexplicably upset. He looked down for a while, then looked at Alan and asked.

"Alan, you are not too young. After this year, you will be twenty years old! Many girls as big as you in the tribe have given birth to two children! Alan, my daughter, what are you looking for? Such a husband?"

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Alan lowered his head, his face sullen, and he didn't speak.

"Hey! Every time I ask you, it's like this. I keep my head down and don't speak. Although Dad doesn't want you to marry, my daughter always wants to marry."

Amoxy sighed. He pulled his hair, gritted his teeth, and asked in a deep voice.

"The warriors of the Red Crow tribe all want to marry you and go home. Some of the Vastec goddesses are very pleasing to the eye, and they all came to propose. The bosses of the Bosalos have said, look. Just pick whoever goes. According to their tradition, a female head can have several men. Oh, and Zukata from the Pike Battalion, he mentioned it to me several times for the Chipavana boy."

"Alan, my daughter, there are so many men in the tribe, who do you fall in love with? Tell me. I will arrange for him to be sent to your tent tonight!"

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