Aztec Eternals

The continuous mountains undulate on the plateau, changing into different shapes, just like the Mother Earth made by hand. The mountains change the direction of the wind on the plateau and also affect the flow of the streams. When the cold north wind is blocked by the mountains, the climate becomes warm; when the mountain streams converge into small lakes in the valleys, the soil becomes moist. In a warm and humid place, a cherished small piece of fertile soil will be formed. In the boundless wasteland of the Northland, this is the settlement where the tribes fought and fought.

Together with the scouts, Amosi climbed up the 200-meter-high hill along the narrow mountain road. Looking around, he saw that two hundreds of meters high mountains stretched parallel to each other from east to west, and closed to each other from north to south, forming a valley between mountains twenty to thirty miles long. A crooked river meanders from the east along the direction of the mountains. More streams join small rivers in the valleys, bringing life to all things.

"What a wonderful place!"

Standing on a high place, Amoxi looked at the precious expanse of green by the river, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Oh, this is the Red Fox Valley, of course it's a good place! Our Red Fox tribe is one of the most powerful tribes, and naturally occupies the best fertile land!"

Ivican grinned. In the entire Palms State, the mountain valley in front of you is the second largest fertile land after Palms City.

The good places in the wasteland will naturally not be empty. Along the long river, there are hundreds of huts, huts, and farmland next to the river. Before the southward invasion, more than 20,000 Otomi people settled here and established a small Otomi city-state.

When the dog descendants went south, they divided into many roads, and this large fertile land was quickly spotted by Otuwa of the Red Fox Tribe. Among the eight major tribes, Otuwa recruited the "Red Frog" and "Red Cat" who were at the bottom. The three tribes joined forces and captured this fertile land.

Next, allocate territory according to strength. The red fox tribe occupies the small town in the center of the valley, the red cat tribe occupies the eastern river entrance, and the red frog tribe occupies the western valley exit. As for the local Otomi residents, except for the three or four thousand who escaped quickly, most of the rest were slaughtered, leaving only two thousand serfs who were good at farming.

"Oh, the land in the south is very fertile, and the food grows really well! The pumpkins have already started to be harvested, but the corn still has to wait for a month. This time Chief Otuwa asked us to plant early-maturing pumpkins and less late-maturing corn. The soldiers complained secretly at first, but now it seems that the fox chief is the old fox, much smarter than us!"

In the center of the valley, large tracts of pumpkins are already ripe, and thousands of tribal people and serfs are harvesting. Seeing this scene, Ivican laughed happily. He looked at the cornfields in the East and West Valleys again, and curled his lips.

"The chief red cat is a stupid cat, and the chief red frog is a stupid toad! Now the army of the cactus tribe is stationed eighty miles to the southeast, and I don't know when they will come. They guard such a large piece of unripe cornfield , I really want to fight but I'm afraid I won't be able to fight, I want to leave but I can't, it's really a dilemma!"

Hearing this, Amoxi's heart moved. He approached his friend and asked in a low voice.

"Ivican, you often go in and out of the chief's longhouse and report the military situation to the chief. You are very knowledgeable! In this situation, what are the plans of the chiefs of the three tribes?"

Hearing his friend's compliment, Ivican laughed triumphantly. Then, he scratched his head in distress.

"This has been discussed for many days, and I haven't figured out the plan of the chiefs. The leader of Otuwa ordered the tribal fighters to pack their bags and prepare to retreat at any time. But from what the three chiefs said, it seems that they still have to fight Let’s meet in the south. Now that there are so many ordinary tribes gathered here, and they are numerous and powerful, and relying on the terrain of the valley, I always feel that we can make a fight, at least until the corn in the valley is harvested before leaving!”

Amosi thought for a while, then nodded in agreement. He looked at more than a dozen tribal flags flying in the valley, and tens of thousands of tribal people. Noisy human voices filled the valley, fell into the ears, and could be heard here, which inexplicably added a little confidence to people.

As the cactus tribe moved northward, many Guajili tribes gradually gathered while retreating northward. In Palms State, two large-scale tribal centers have now emerged around the lush fertile land.

One is Palms City, nearly a hundred miles away in the northeast, led by the most powerful Red Dog tribe. There are five large tribes and dozens of ordinary tribes. It is estimated that there should be more than 60,000 tribesmen. The other place is the current Red Fox Valley, led by the second most powerful Red Fox tribe, gathered three large tribes, more than a dozen ordinary tribes, at least 30,000 tribesmen.

"Well, if all the tribes in the valley are mobilized, they should be able to gather more than 10,000 men who can fight, and strong women can also help defend. This kind of advantageous terrain, as long as each tribe guards the entrance of the valley, it can always last until the corn harvest. when!"

Amosi comforted himself while looking around. There are continuous mountains in the north and south of the valley, and there are only a few narrow mountain roads like the foot, which is difficult for the army to pass. There are two steep valley entrances in the southeast and northwest of the valley, barely allowing two hundred people to pass side by side. As long as we rely on the terrain and defend several valley entrances, we should be able to fight, right?

The two were preoccupied, looking at the valley under their feet, trying to piece together some confidence. They've all seen cactus tribes fighting up close. Although the opponent's bows and arrows are powerful, if they attack the mouth of the valley, the power of the shooting will be offset by the terrain, and the thick-skinned warriors who are difficult to fight can also use powerful stone throws to deal with it.

After a while, Amoxi forced a smile.

"Ivican, this reconnaissance has not changed from a few days ago. The cactus tribe's army is still stationed eighty miles to the southeast to rest. It is estimated that they will not have a lot of food, and it is not certain whether they will fight or not. It's no big deal. If not, I will go back to the tribe first!"

"Okay then, I'll report to the chief first. When I'm free at night, I'll eat meat with you! Oh, and call your daughter who is good at archery! I still have some agouti meat in stock. I'll roast it and serve it fresh. It’s delicious to eat the pumpkin!”

"Okay! Alan's shooting skills have surpassed mine, and only you can give her some pointers!"

"Okay! Oh, in two years, Alan will be able to dye his hair red! I'm so envious of you!"

The two thumped each other's chests and bid farewell. Ivican led the red fox scouts along the narrow mountain path, over the hill and headed north, returning to the center of the valley. Amosi took a few tribal scouts and headed west along the mountains to the valley entrance in the northwest.

The crowd went all the way west, away from the center of the densely populated valley. Amoxi's tribe, as a vassal tribe of the Red Fox tribe, naturally couldn't settle in the fertile valley. They were assigned outside the mouth of the valley in the northwest, relying on the remaining veins of the mountains, and their position was further north.

This is the lower reaches of the river. The small river has gradually dried up here, and only a small piece of fertile soil has been infiltrated by the river. The fertile soil has been turned into farmland, and small patches of pumpkins and corn have been planted. Hundreds of tribal people are working hard in the fields to harvest pumpkins. A low grass shed is built on the edge of the farmland, clinging to the nearby hills. In the lower part of the hills, many semi-underground dwellings were dug out to save wood and fodder for building huts.

A circle of sparse wooden fences surrounds farmland and hills, outlining an ordinary tribal camp. Hundreds of tribal warriors were guarding the camp, and a red crow flag was planted at the camp gate.

The "Red Crow" tribe, this is Amoxi's home. Seeing this poor and white camp, Amoxi breathed a sigh of relief. He led the scouts towards the gate of the camp, and the tribal warriors in charge of security bowed their heads to salute him one after another.

Amosi nodded flatly, maintaining the majesty of the red-haired warrior. He was about to walk to the longhouse in the center of the tribe when he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old dog girl running towards him at a trot.

The running girl has a resolute expression, a strong body, and her movements are as agile as a cheetah. She was wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved cloth armor, a small fir hunting bow on her back, and an obsidian dagger that was rarely seen in the tribe hung on her waist. On the delicate handle of the dagger, three unknown square symbols and a mysterious black wolf's head are engraved.

The Red Fox Valley is located approximately in Santa María del Río, San Luis Potosi, northern Mexico today.