The Heron River meanders eastward, like a jade belt on the northern land, encircling the vibrant wilderness. A long ship of a kingdom sailed against the long river, paddling its long oars, and sailed continuously upstream to the vast west. overwhelmed

"Rivers... plains... villages... camps..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco stood at the bow, looking at the open scenery along the coast, which was completely different from the jungle of the Totonac people. On both sides of the Heron River, there is a plain of sparse grass, where you can see running deer and hares.

And among the green grass and trees, every few tens of miles, you can see a village with thatched huts, or a camp with burrow houses dug out. The former belonged to the migrating Huastek tribe, while the latter belonged to the semi-settled Janambre tribe. They all surrendered to the Red Crow Tribe, paid tribute, and gave food and food.

"In these villages... what do they grow? What do they usually eat?"

"Well…"

Hearing Dad's question about farming, the wasteland warrior Chippawa pulled his hair helplessly. He thought for a while, then grabbed a tribal warrior who was rowing a boat, asked a few words in Guajili, and then answered in the affirmative.

"Father, the Vastecs in the village know how to farm, and they grow more crops. The main ones are corn, pumpkins, and beans, the same as ours before! They also grow peppers, tomatoes, and mango trees, papayas tree..."

"As for food, ordinary villagers eat pumpkins and string beans! Corn cakes are made into cakes and paid as tribute to the Red Crow tribe... Oh! They also fish, dig wild vegetables, and dig berries... But in the rich forest, there are fish The lakes are basically occupied by the Jananmbure tribal camps. They are more fierce, and the docile Vastek villagers generally cannot compete with them."

"As for the camp of the Janambre people and the camp of the Bosalos people in the north, they are half-settled and half-safari wilderness. They are good at archery and can shoot many birds; they are also good at fishing. I will go to the lake to fish; sometimes I am lucky and can meet deer and bison, which is a lot of meat!  …”

"These wilderness tribes also grow a little corn and beans, but the farm work is too rough! After the seeds are sown in the spring, they don't care much. After the autumn harvest, the tribes migrate, scurrying around, like rabbits that don't make a nest... "

Speaking of this, the wasteland warrior Chippawa looked at the warrior next to him and asked with a smile.

"Isn't it, Jaka? Every time you go back in the autumn, you can't find your tribe, like a wolf can't find a den..."

Jaka, a warrior of Jananburi, has a blue tattooed face and is not tall, but he is full of vigor. Hearing the question, he widened his eyes, seriously refuted something, and then shouted something. The tribal warriors paddling on the boat burst into laughter and howled with excitement.

"Haha!..."

"Uh... what did he just say?"

"Father, Jaka said just now, why can't the wolves on the grassland find their nests? The ones who can't find their nests are stupid and stinky pigs! Haha! You're scolding yourself..."

"Oh! This year, their tribe will not move, and they will build a village on the east side of Warrior Lake. Last year, they went south with the big chief to plunder and captured hundreds of obedient Vastyk serfs; A batch of strong Koavek women... now they have someone to farm for them, and they have a wife who can give birth, and they are ready to settle down..."

Speaking of this, Chippawa, the wasteland warrior, paused, looking a little uncertain.

"Jaka also said that Sister Alan plans to build a new tribal centurion in their tribe. In the future, there is no need to pay food, as long as the men are sent out, and they can fight for the chiefs and chiefs... Hey! Why haven't I heard the news? We all have fifty There is a centurion, do you want to build a new one? Do you want to continue to fight north?..."

On the longboat, Priest Mecate listened thoughtfully to the conversation between the father and son with his ears pricked up.

The Red Crow tribe expanded very, very fast. In just a few years, they have grown from an exiled tribe that experienced fighting in the Northern Expedition to a tribal alliance in the Northland. The Red Crow Tribe is the leader of this tribal alliance. And other tribes that were either forced to surrender or joined on their own initiative accepted the leadership of the Red Crow tribe, and were even merged into it. overwhelmed

Under the rule of this large tribe, there are both Vasteq villages that pay tribute and grain and settle down in farming, and there are also wilderness tribal camps that fight wars and settle in semi-safari. And the latter is gradually changing, becoming a settled village, and in the long-term battle, a stable tribal army has been established...

"Chief Red Crow, he acts in a very orderly manner... he doesn't look like an ordinary dog-born leader!..."

Thinking of this, Priest Mecate was a little worried. Such a warlike tribal alliance, rising in the northeast corner of the world, does not know what kind of impact it will have on the future of the alliance. And with such a long distance, whether it is an alliance or a kingdom, it is difficult to send troops to interfere and interrupt the process of their rise.

"Lord God! The Red Crow Tribe surrendered to the alliance in name. Are they a threat to the kingdom, or a possible ally?..."

The long boat continued westward, paddling the waves with long oars, and it took five days to travel more than two hundred miles to the vast and wide Warrior Lake. And here, large and small tribal camps, farmland villages, spread all over the wilderness around the Great Lakes, like chili seeds sprinkled on corn tortillas.

The old militiaman Chihuaco looked towards the shore of the Great Lake and saw groups of tribal warriors carrying spears from west to east. With a puzzled look on his face, he asked inexplicably.

"Chipawa, how come there are so many tribesmen who are ready to fight in this busy farming season?"

"Father! They didn't go to fight, but they just came back from the north! They are the newly disbanded tribal centurions, and they are going back to their respective tribes. As for their tribe's location ~lightnovelpub.net~ they have been captured The serfs, as well as the left-behind women and the elderly came to plant. And the goods and people plundered in this war are much more harvested than farming!..."

The wasteland warrior Chippawa smiled and spoke proudly.

"After the autumn harvest last year, Sister Alan led forty centurions to set off from Red Crow City to conquer the wasteland tribes who refused to surrender! We swept all the tribes in the wasteland all the way to Flint Lake six hundred miles away. We There was a big fight there, defeating the coalition forces of several large Koavek tribes! Haha! It’s so refreshing!..."

"Then, we walked another two hundred miles to the northeast, came to the river in the north, grabbed a handful, and then returned one after another! Haha! It's really fun!"

"What? The Great Northern River? Where is it? What's its name?"

"Yes! It's a very, very long river! It's about... seven hundred miles away in the north?... It's very wide there, and it's hard to pass without a boat. There are many Koawek tribes around, and some come from the northern grasslands. The messy tribe... Oh! I also met a group of prairie people who hunted the northern bison, who seemed to be called Lipan. The tribal warriors on both sides looked at each other for a long time across the river, roared, and then left..."

The wasteland warrior Chipawa thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty. overwhelmed

"As for the name of the great river... I guess the Koavek call it the Bravo River?"

"Northern bison...Lipan people...Bravo River..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman thought for a while, but had no impression. He estimated that there was still an extended northern continent, and there were countless northern tribes, just like what he heard when he first sailed and explored. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but bow his head and pray sincerely.

"Ah! Lord God bless you! I implore you..."

"Don't do it! Don't let your blind Majesty know about the place... Otherwise, he might send me there again!"