Aztec Eternals

The sea breeze blows through the tent, and the air is full of humidity. Alan sat in the tent, looking at the map in his eyes, but his mind was flying far away. She straightened up, touched the obsidian dagger at her waist, and learned to think like a chief for the first time.

"Father, since I have been entrusted to do this northward relocation of the tribe, 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 plowing. The seaside in the lowlands is very warm, even if it is dragged It can still be planted in late May and early June. We can sow seeds a little later, but we need to reclaim as much land as possible so that we can harvest more grain in autumn.”

"That's right, move north as soon as possible, and reclaim as much farmland as possible! I've already selected the first batch of Dingkou to move north, and they all come from tribes that are close and obedient. Tonight, I'll call the heads of various ministries, Urge them to go north."

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

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

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

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

"Father, I know! I will hold an archery meeting, and let the warriors among the two thousand people come out to fight with me. Then, as their leader, I will shoot and subdue them one by one. In this way , they will be afraid and dare not be disobedient!"

".uh. Shoot down all the warriors"

Hearing this, Amoxi froze and pulled the red hair on his head. In the tribal archery conference, there is indeed a link of shooting and fighting. The hunters on both sides held hunting bows, gathered for dozens of steps, and then shot at each other with blunt wooden arrows dipped in red dye. During the shooting process, both sides can run and dodge and shoot many arrows, but as long as one is shot, it will be declared a failure.

This kind of shooting is actually very similar to actual combat, and it can reflect the combat effectiveness of the shooter. However, even though wooden arrows were used in the confrontation, they were still fierce and there was a possibility of injury.

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

"Alan, defeating the warriors of various tribes is indeed a way to subdue the crowd. It's just that this method is not very common. After all, not all leaders have such excellent shooting skills as you, such as Dad, I can't defeat all of them. Warriors. However, they still follow me loyally, are willing to obey my orders, and are willing to fight for me. Do you know why?"

"no reason"

Alan blinked his eyes and thought for a long time before replying uncertainly.

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

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

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

"Alan, my daughter. Our wilderness tribes never rely on invisible and intangible gods to convince the tribe, but rely on things that can be seen and touched. A qualified wasteland chief must first have A certain degree of force. Whether it is archery, spear throwing or ax spear, he needs to be proficient in at least one to convince ordinary warriors. But for the chief, the larger the tribe and the more warriors, the less important individual force is."

"Father, what is important?"

"The most important thing is to do the right thing to subdue the hearts of the tribesmen and warriors."

Speaking of this, Amoxi paused, raised his head and remained silent. He recalled Chief Chichika's method of subduing warriors, and he also recalled that he teamed up with Priest Zuma and used divination to influence warriors. In the end, it was the process of him leading the tribe, moving east all the way, truly considering the tribes, and gradually being supported by everyone. After a while, he spoke again.

"Alan, there are many sources of people's hearts. Excellent force can make the tribal people awe. As a leader, he can also make the soldiers obey. In the name of the ancestors, praying, divination, and revealing spells can also work. But the most fundamental thing is to make the right choice, which is beneficial to the tribe's decision!"

"Isn't it the right choice to benefit the tribe?"

Alan intertwined his fingers, supported his chin, and thought about Father's teaching. Amoxi waited patiently for a while before speaking seriously.

"The correct choice is the benefit of the tribe. As a chief, you need to let those who support you get real benefits! We moved east and escaped from the conquest of the Great Chief Death, which is beneficial to the tribe. We attacked For the Vastecs, the tribe has grown rapidly, and there is no shortage of food, land, and population. This is also a real benefit."

"It is precisely because of these decisions that have brought benefits to the tribe that I have the prestige of the great chief, and the soldiers sincerely obey. And this time I moved north, I publicized the threat from the west and the south, and it was also to make the leaders of the tribes I think moving north is the most beneficial!"

Amosi raised his head, looked into Alan's eyes, and seriously explained the main points of leading the tribe. This is all his personal experience, which may be crude, but it is most suitable for the status quo of the wilderness tribe.

"Alan, my daughter, one cannot fight the tide, nor stand in front of the bison when it charges. Instead, you should go with the tide in a small boat. Avoid the bison, chase the bison Footprints. The so-called tide and bison are the general trend and interests!"

"Follow the tide and chase the buffalo?"

Alan pursed his lips, gradually thinking more in his heart. She pulled back her short hair and grasped the dagger at her waist. She turned her head and looked south, which was the direction of the Aztecs. According to Dad, the tribe moved north to avoid the tide in the south. She looked at the far south for a long time before asking in a low voice.

"Father, can I gallop on a buffalo and blow a horn to set off a high tide?"

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

Hearing this, Amoxi was startled. He widened his eyes and carefully looked at the daughter who would be raised by himself. Alan straightened his spine and looked at him with firm and bright eyes. After counting breaths, Amoxi suddenly smiled happily.

"Alan, I am very happy that you have such an ambition! However, if you want to control the general situation, you must have enough strength to gradually set off waves. Huge bison are galloping on the wasteland, stirring up dust all over the sky. As long as they don't stop No one can stop us. Our Red Crow tribe, like bison, will continue to move forward and grow stronger."

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

At this moment, Alan's eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky. For the first time, her silent face revealed the solemnity and majesty of a chieftain. After a moment, she nodded slightly.

"I will! Father."

The big tent remained quiet, and the faint fragrance of herbs wafted from it. Amosi made some herbal tea and handed Alan a cup. The father and daughter drank tea and discussed the specific matters of moving north. After a discussion between the two, Alan finally concluded.

"Father, give me another batch of farm tools, some old farmers who are good at farming, and the main god priest who is good at farming sent by the alliance. This season's farming must allow the tribes who moved north to get a good harvest. In this way, there will be less resistance for the follow-up tribes to go north. After the autumn harvest, I plan to take two thousand soldiers and another two or three thousand militiamen to patrol around the periphery of the lake area and call all the tribes along the way. "

"Well, not bad. The jaguar has arrived in a new territory, and it must go around to let the birds and animals around know."

Amosi agrees. In fact, if he didn't want to sit in the south and keep an eye on the situation of Otter City and the Mexica army, he should be in charge of the post-autumn patrol. And if his daughter Alan can take up the burden, he is willing to let it go.

After all, remnants of matrilineal clans still exist in the vast northern wilderness and the great plains further north. Many tribal people only know their mother, not who their father is. And an outstanding 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 power-sharing husband beside the female leader.

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

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

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

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

Amoshi sighed. He tore his hair, gritted his teeth, and asked in a deep voice.

"The warriors of the Red Crow tribe all want to marry you back home. The descendants of the Vastec gods, some of whom are quite pleasing to the eye, also came to propose marriage. The leaders of the Bossalos people have said, you see Just pick whoever you want. According to their tradition, the female head can have several men. Oh, and Zukata from the Spear Battalion, he is the Chippawana boy, and he has mentioned it to me several times."

"Alan, my daughter, there are so many men in the tribe, who are you looking for? Tell me. I will arrange for him tonight and send him to your tent!"