Warrior Lake is eighty miles from north to north and more than forty miles from east to west. It is a large lake that can irrigate hundreds of miles of fertile soil. The scorching summer radiates the light of growth, making the wilderness and farmland by the lake lush and lush, with weeds and crops growing in disorder. squirm

"It's a pity!... Such a good land is not taken care of carefully... The weeds are as tall as the crops!..."

The longboat docked at Warrior Lake, found a Bosalos camp, and rested for the night. The old militiaman couldn't stay idle, so he wandered to the field outside the camp, looked at the fields that had been planted for two months, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"Stupid! Stupid! What a bunch of stupid wood..."

Priest Mecate did not go down to the ground, but watched around in the camp. He saw those tribal warriors returning from the disbandment, all of them were lean and their faces looked like after a long journey, so he asked Chipawa in Prepecha's accent.

"Brave Captain Chipawa, with so many tribal warriors marching so far, who will provide the food?"

"What? Food for the expedition? Ordinary recruiting tribes, just like migrating, bring them by yourself! Of course, the Red Crow Tribe will provide food for an elite centurion like us. We are the warriors directly under the Red Crow Tribe, It's not the same as those recruited Horde warriors!  …"

Chippawa grinned contentedly upon hearing Priest Mecate's address. He reached out and patted the fellow on the shoulder, and replied carelessly. squirm

"Of course, some tribes are poor, and they don't bring enough food when they go out, so they can only hunt, fish, and plunder the enemy on the road. Therefore, they always march for a few days and stop for two days. It’s the same on the way of migration...Only our elite centurion can travel a hundred miles in one day and reach the northern river in ten days!…”

"Oh! That's it! You guys are amazing!..."

Priest Mecate's eyes moved, thoughtful.

Most of the tribal troops who went out had to bring their own food, which foreshadowed two things. One is that the Red Crow Tribe does not have enough food to support so many elite centurions directly under them. The other is that each ministry also has independent tribal armies, which are subject to recruitment, but are not directly controlled. And these two things are actually one: the lack of food production and the looseness of tribal traditions limit the centralization of power by the two Red Crow chiefs.

"The cassava left by Captain Qi...can double the food production..."

Thinking of this, Priest Mecate pursed his lips, feeling a little complicated and unspeakable. His eyes moved around the Bossalos camp, looking at the crudely built thatched huts, cave huts, and those tribal people with wide feet who were used to migrating and running, his thoughts drifted away.

"Lord God! I don't know whether it will be good or bad for the kingdom to let these barbarian tribes who move around be unified under the same banner and gradually settle down..."

Priest Mecate watched for a moment, and suddenly saw a yellow flash in the hands of the soldiers in the camp. He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a copper axe. But when he looked around the camp, he discovered that there were actually more than one copper ax like this.

"Brave Captain Chipawa, how rich and rich are there in this tribal camp, with so many copper axes?"

"What? Wealthy? In this broken camp, even mice think it's poor...haha!"

The wasteland warrior Chippawa looked around, looked at the dilapidated, poor tribal camp that didn't even have turkeys, and laughed.

"Priests of Mecate, the axes in their hands were given to them by the generous chief after their allegiance to the chief! And the craftsmen in Red Crow City can forge a hundred of such weapons a day!"

"Casting? Do you have copper mines?"

"That's right! Just one or two hundred miles to the north, there is a large copper mine, and hundreds of miners are digging it now! Sister Alan said that the reason why the chief chose Red Crow City here is because of this. A copper mine!"

When the wasteland warrior Chippawa said this, he scratched his head again and said uncertainly.

"It seems that the copper mines in the north are a little different. They not only produce copper, but also some pigment mines. The wilderness tribes in the north have been digging for many years, and they have been painting the shiny ore powder on tattoos...but I don't like the color, Shiny is too ugly, but red is the most sacred! Well, Sister Alan thinks so too..."

"At the beginning of last year, Uncle Kui Tong, who was in charge of casting, discovered that the newly cast copper axes and spears were much tougher by casting this pigment ore and copper together! ... But Uncle Kui Tong still said that it was wrong, that it was not hard enough, and that it had to be added. What kind of silvery soft rock?... Battalion Commander Zukata asked us to look for it, and we searched for it in the mountains for several months, but we didn't even find a single hair..."

"Lord God! How is it possible? Damn it! The Red Crow Tribe can actually cast bronze?"

Hearing this, Priest Mecate was shocked. He remained calm, with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle manner.

"Chipawa, who is this Uncle Kuitong? Is he also a fellow of Prepecha?"

"Hey! Didn't I mention it before? At that time, Battalion Commander Zukata took us and fled all the way to the wasteland..."

The wilderness warrior Chippawa tugged at his hair in doubt, without being on guard, he handed over Lao Di directly.

"Uncle Kui Tong is one of them! He is the family craftsman slave of Prince Kuiyusi ~lightnovelpub.net~ responsible for making bronzes, so he is called Kui Tong. The battalion commander said that some of their warriors can train the spear battalion , there are those who can make leather armor, and those who can cast bronze...they were carefully selected by the prince and left for the prince to go north to start again! Unexpectedly, the prince died on the way, but they are still alive..."

"Damn it! Prince Quius of Tarasco's royal family... unexpectedly left behind such a backhand?..."

Hearing this name long forgotten by the Prepecha people, Priest Mecate narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth secretly. Then, the smile on his face became brighter and he asked softly.

"Chipawa, you Red Crow tribe, you are really powerful! Can I see the bronze axes you forged?"

"Haha! Of course! Jaka, bring the axe!"

The wasteland warrior Chippawa yelled, then pointed to his ax with a smile. squirm

"This one is from Huanggu City, a real bronze axe, much sharper! Uh...it seems to be made by you..."

Priest Mecate looked serious, stretched out his hand to stroke, and carefully examined the yellow bronze ax in his hand. Afterwards, he took out the obsidian dagger at his waist, carved two strokes on the surface of the axe, and tried the edge of the axe again. In the end, he even licked the face of the ax and tasted the axe.

"More than tough, not sharp enough... a bit soft, a bit astringent... Huh? And a little sweet?..."

"It was mentioned in the divine revelation... this is... this is..."

Priest Mecate blinked his eyes for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

"It's lead!"

"Lord God! Produced by the Copper Mountain in the north, the shiny pigment mine of the wasteland tribes, which was smeared on tattoos by the wasteland warriors, turned out to be galena?"

"Then, the weapons cast by the Red Crow Tribe using copper and lead together... are lead bronze weapons?"