The sunset falls on the shore of Warrior Lake, reflecting the land of Tamaulipas (tamaulipas) in the Vastec language, that is, "the place where the mountains are divided", reflecting it gorgeously and broadly.

In fact, this is the junction of three large terrains, the south is the Huastec jungle along the coast, the west is the Tlaxcala wilderness divided by the mountains, and the north is the end of the North American Great Plains. And judging from the open and flat terrain, this land of red crows full of hunting tribes should be more inclined to the Great Plains of North America. The vast plains are spread with rolling thin trees and long grasses, boundless to the far north.

The old militiaman Chihuaco looked at the sunset and the vast land, spoke softly, and clenched his fingers tightly.

"Chippawa...arrived in Otter City, you...just left? You...don't stay with me much?"

"That's right! Uh... Dad... that..."

The wasteland warrior Chippawa scratched his head, with a bit of reluctance on his face, but still nodded in answer.

"Father! I also want to spend more time with you... But Sister Alan said that after autumn, we will continue to march north... Now it's July, and it will take more than a month to go back and forth to Otter City, and that's September! Then clean up and train the tribal fighters in the team, and then we have to go north to conquer!...Time is very tight..."

"Northern Expedition after Autumn... and war again..."

The old militiaman was silent for a while, seeing his son's longing expression, he finally had to sigh.

"Okay! Get a good night's sleep today... Tomorrow morning, we will set off..."

The night bid farewell to the camp, and the morning brought sunshine. Alan stood at the door of the tent, wearing a cold silver mask and carrying a long bow. She pursed her lips tightly, looking at the morning sun in the far east, and watching the people in the longboat sinking into the hill to the east of the camp. Then, she turned around and looked at the vast plains in the north, her chest was as blazing as a wildfire.

"Bravo River... Koavek Tribes... After the autumn harvest, I will make all of you surrender!"

The hills beside Warrior Lake were still green, and the kingdom's longships were moored by the shore. Compared with the passing canoes, they were as big as crocodiles among fish.

Priest Mecate lowered his head, walked across the farmland by the river, and boarded the dilapidated longboat, thinking about everything about the Red Crow tribe. The old militiaman Chihuaco stood at the bow of the boat, watching the dogs and sailors paddle along the north shore of the lake, which was tens of miles away, to the Heron River in the east. The final return journey in this long exploration is finally approaching!

"Lord God bless! Captain Qi, let's go east to the mouth of Heron River, and then go south to Otter City. This section of the sea route is about 600 miles. From Otter City along the coast of Vastek, we will arrive at Crow City of the Silver Crow Tribe. Sailing about five hundred miles..."

Priest Mecate stopped thinking as the longboat moved. He approached the old militiaman, glanced at the dog-born soldiers accompanying him, and lowered his voice.

"The kingdom has never explored the thousands of miles of Vastec coast, so we can record the hydrology, terrain and tribes along the coast in detail...It should be used in the future..."

"Eh? Oh..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman raised his brows and understood what Priest Mecate hadn't finished saying. He sighed again and nodded.

"Okay! There is really no need to worry about the section going back... the Lord God bless you!"

"Lord God bless! Chief Silver Crow of Crow City is more reliable, and he has a secret covenant with the kingdom... After we arrive at Crow City, we should be able to successfully contact the kingdom's army that conquered the tribes of Totonac!... That's right! Crow City produces asphalt for ship repairs, we will stay there for a few days to repair the ship a little bit. When the kingdom's reply arrives and the location of His Majesty is given, we will continue to row south..."

Speaking of this, Priest Mecate held the amulet around his neck with uncontrollable excitement on his face.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty! We have brought back information about Cuban Snake Island, the Mayan tribes, around Hidden Snake City, and the Land of the Red Crow... Your Majesty must be waiting for us! And we will definitely remember our exploration itinerary. Into history, engraved on the stone tablet of Shenwei University, and sung as an epic!..."

"Wow! This voyage is finally coming to an end... And my old life, I can survive, and even find my son!... Really..."

The old militiamen pursed their lips and watched Chippawa rowing on the boat with mixed feelings in his heart, and his eyes seemed to be lost in the sand again. He turned his head, thinking about the cassava and tung oil trees he brought back from Cuba, and he had to tell the blind His Majesty well. It is a good thing to save people, and it must be planted everywhere!

As the sun rises, the Pinghu Lake shines brightly. The farmland by the lake is lush and green, and the herons in the sky are circling and singing. The old militiaman Chihuaco stood on the long boat going away, finally looked at the green hill, looked at the invisible tomb, imagined the scene of lush tung oil trees, and was inexplicably longing...

"What a great place! It would be great if it could be buried here!..."

The old militiaman wiped his eyes, looked at the excited Chippawa, and asked in a deep voice.

"That hill, is it coming?"

"Ah? Oh! It's coming! Sister Alan gave it to me, and it will belong to our family from now on."

"Um…"

The old militiaman nodded, thought for a while, and solemnly ordered.

"Good son! From now on, you will repair the grave on the mountain every year..."

"Huh? Repairing the grave?...Father?"

"Take care of the tree again!"

"Huh? Still need to take care of the tree?...Ah! Such trouble..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman raised his eyebrows. This trip to the North seems to have given him a taste of the wilderness. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed Chippawa by the ear, and roared directly.

"Did you hear that?!"

"…heard it!"

"Swear to me!"

"Ugh! Witness of the ancestors!...I will definitely repair my father's grave! Otherwise...or else I will not be able to give birth to a baby!"

"Ah? You idiot! I'll beat you to death!..."

The long boat floats away, the oars are paddled, and it is heading for the final return. And the lively shouts fluttered by the calm warrior lake, submerged in the rising water waves. It was early morning by Warrior Lake, and a long boat was leaving in the rising sun.

At the same moment, seven thousand miles away in the northwest, the rising sun in the east shines on the towering Sierra Nevada Mountains, casting long shadows! This majestic mountain range with an average altitude of 3,000 meters~lightnovelpub.net~extends 1,400 miles, forming a rough and narrow gable wall, which isolates the terrible cold wave from the northeast and protects the west side of the mountain range. It is a warm bay area with a width of more than 1,000 miles and a width of more than 200 miles.

This warm land protected by mountains can withstand most of the cold waves. It is the fertile land dreamed by countless tribes on the cruel and cold North American continent! In fact, the tribes that settled in this warm land, whether it is the Paiute (Numic) speaking, Shoshone (Shoshone) or Miwokan (Miwokan) The Miwok people, the Yokut people who speak the Yokut language...all call this warm land "homeland"!

In the middle of the "homeland" in this narrow and long bay area, there is a natural warm deep-water harbor. The 800-meter-high Tamalpais volcano stands on the north bank of the natural harbor like a sleeping guardian. In the mouth of the local Miwok tribe, this mountain is called "Western Mountain, the mountain on the coast". And the location of this mountain is tamal, the "west coast"!

At this moment, under the light and shadow of the mountains, in the warm harbor, under the watchful eyes of the Walker tribe more than a thousand meters ashore, a truly huge fleet is about to set sail again!