Chapter 327 Tribal Council

"Go outside the tent and receive five lashes!"

Chichica looked stern and shouted in a deep voice. He was wearing a wolf robe and sitting cross-legged in the wide main tent, with tribal leaders sitting around on both sides. A tribal council is being held, with various chiefs participating to decide the future of the Guakili Alliance. Chief Red Dog, wearing a long crown with eagle feathers, sat on a buffalo hide blanket above him, with a big dry buffalo head behind him.

The North American bison is the largest land beast in the northern wilderness, if not the entire continent. It is nearly two meters tall and weighs up to one ton. It runs extremely fast, has a bad temper and is very aggressive and dangerous. All tribes in the wilderness regard hunting bison as a symbol of bravery. This bison was the prey of Chichica when he was young. He personally cut off the head and made it into a specimen. At this moment, the huge bull head is placed in the main tent, which not only shows the fearlessness and bravery of the chief, but also declares his unquestioned leadership status.

Wuman took off his cotton armor from his upper body, stripped his upper body, and strode outside the tent to be punished. He gritted his teeth and remained silent, letting the other guard crack the whip hard. The whip fell, making a harsh crackling sound, leaving bloody traces on the flesh. Wuman's head swished, and large beads of sweat appeared. After receiving the punishment, he still gritted his teeth and walked back to the main tent with the scars on his back, and knelt down in front of the chief.

"Uman, do you know you were wrong?"

Chichika looked at the bright red behind her bodyguard and spoke softly.

"I know my mistake! This attack was unfavorable. Too many elites were lost. Toh even died in the battle!"

Wuman gritted his teeth and lowered his head to answer.

Large tribes in the wilderness usually have a population of about five thousand, and usually have more than two thousand men capable of fighting, including three hundred to four hundred elite red-haired men. The harsh living environment in the wilderness, the scarcity of food supplies, and the rapid changes in climate make it difficult to form too large a tribe in one place.

The Red Dog Tribe is the largest tribe in the wilderness. It was annexed along the way south and now has nearly 10,000 people, more than 4,000 warriors, and 800 elite red-haired tribes. In today's battle, four to five hundred tribal warriors who were good at fighting and one hundred elite red-haired hunters were killed!

Thinking of this, Chichika felt a pain in her heart. Tribal warriors are just that, they can be recruited from various tribes. The red-haired hunter's shooting skills are superb, but they cannot be easily replenished. He held the long dagger at his waist, suppressed the urge to kill, and then looked at Uman again.

"Uman, you just said that the leader of Otomi on the opposite side was shot with dozens of arrows and did not fall down?"

"Yes, Chief! The last Otomi leader was shot dead by us in one round. This one was shot several times and it was fine. His skin is thicker than an armadillo!"

Wuman nodded bitterly, with a look of reluctance. He failed to kill the opposing leader in one fell swoop. The Otopan warriors therefore calmed down and formed a battle formation to resist, causing many casualties.

"Thick-skinned? I seem to have heard somewhere that there are many thick-skinned warriors in the cactus tribe. Otuwa once sent a messenger, saying that this is an expensive and strong armor. As long as you defeat the cactus tribe, you can get the thick-skinned warriors. .”

Chichika tried to remember. The five members of the Red Dog Alliance have been operating further north. They have not had many encounters with the Mexican coalition and are not familiar with the other party's tactics and equipment. After thinking for a moment, Chief Red Dog suddenly slapped his thigh.

"By the way! Two days ago, a tribe escaped from the Red Fox Valley. What was it called?"

"Chief, it's the Red Crow tribe. They also brought several small tribes over, and now they are all merged together. As an envoy, I went to see them. There are more than 2,000 tribesmen. The warriors are over 800 years old, and the red-haired tribes are over 100 or 200 years old. . But it is a small tribe after all, and there is actually a young girl among the red-haired warriors."

The guard curled his lips, obviously disdainful.

"With a population of more than two thousand, it is not considered a small tribe. There are many women in the wilderness who are excellent at shooting!"

Chichika smiled and didn't care. He just continued to ask.

"Red Crow Tribe, where are you now?"

"They took the mountain road farther north. They are now in the Palms Valley and camped by the river outside the small town. Well, they seem to want to continue migrating eastward along the Tampen River."

"Go, go now!"

Chichica ordered without hesitation. He needs more information about the southern tribes.

"Tell the Red Crow tribe that they have been drafted! Ordinary soldiers can stay in the camp, but the red-haired ones have to be sent to fight. By the way, let their chief come over and listen to me!"

The bodyguard bowed his head and accepted the order, then left the camp to the east. Chief Red Dog looked at Uman again.

"Uman, the wolf pack only hunts for a moment! In this battle, you persisted in persisting after the failed raid. You deserve to be punished! However, you charged in person, as brave and fearless as a bison. You deserve to be rewarded! Well, I gave it to you just now Five whipping punishments, now it’s time to reward you. Choose a noble girl from my back tent to reward you!”

"Ah! It's up to you, Chief! Ouch."

Wuman looked happy and kowtowed to the ground.

"Haha, get down, my bison!"

Seeing the warrior's respectful look, Chichika nodded with satisfaction and continued to discuss military matters with the tribal leaders. He sat in the main seat and gave only a few brief instructions, and the leaders of each department nodded in agreement. Even the chiefs of large tribes often expressed submission. This clear-cut status is completely different from the three departments in the Red Fox Valley.

"Chief Chichika. The scouts reported back that the Red Fox Valley had fallen, and they had been guarding it for less than ten days! As a result, Otua escaped, Mizli was captured, and Miwa surrendered. A total of 20,000 wasteland tribesmen were left to their own devices. Sacrifice disposed by the Aztecs!”

At this point, the eyes of the Red Monkey Chieftain Ozoma flickered. He looked at the chieftains of the various tribes who were worried, and then looked at Chichika at the top.

"Now, the army of the cactus tribe is like an unstoppable buffalo, rushing here. The cactus warriors are coming fiercely and as fierce as jaguars. The wolves in the wilderness never take risks to fight. The vast wilderness is enough for us to stay away from danger. Chichika, should we retreat a little?"

"No! Ozoma, we can't retreat."

Chichika answered clearly. He looked over and stared into Ozoma's eyes, full of the power of a leader.

"Now the old camps of various tribes are in the Pams Valley in the northeast, and tens of thousands of hungry tribesmen are waiting for food. And seeing that the corn is about to mature and the harvest is just around the corner, how can we leave at this time?!"

Then, Chieftain Red Dog paused, and a murderous look appeared on his face.

"The Red Fox Valley fell so quickly because the Red Fox Tribe led the escape! Ozoma, do you want to lead the escape?"

Faced with the Red Dog Chief's questioning, the Red Monkey Chief was startled. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him, and hesitantly whispered.

"Uh, respected Chief Chichika. Of course, I will act with the tribes."

"Okay, remember your promise!"

Chichika patted the cowhide under him, making a loud snap. He looked around and fiercely looked at the leaders of the tribes. Some of the leaders nodded in agreement, while others were still worried. Chief Red Dog thought for a moment and spoke to encourage.

"Chiefs, we have more than 60,000 tribes! Including the strong women who can shoot arrows, each tribe can gather 30,000 warriors! The coalition forces on the opposite side are no more than 20,000 or 30,000 at most. Many Otomi dogs are vulnerable, and there are only a few thousand cactus warriors who are good at fighting! They have to leave troops to guard and maintain the food supply. As long as we occupy the dangerous places and harass the other side's food supply, we will definitely be able to defend the valley!"

"The Pams Valley, 50 miles northeast of us, is the home promised to us by our ancestors! It is 50 miles from east to west and 30 to 40 miles from north to south, surrounded by mountains on all sides. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack! There is a wide Tampen River in the middle of the valley, flowing all the way to the east, irrigating the fertile land. This is a rare fertile soil in the north. As long as you plant seeds, you can harvest a lot of food! "

"With such a rich place, do you still want to return to the barren wasteland? After living in a comfortable stone house, do you still want to sleep in the wind and rain? What's more, even the women in the south are whiter, bigger and softer than the women in the tribe, and they won't shoot you with a bow at every turn!"

Hearing this, the leaders laughed and swore, and agreed together. The Pams Valley is extremely rich. There is no need to worry about cold currents or water sources, and a lot of food can be grown. You can also fish in the river, and there are many birds and beasts in the mountains. This is a good place that the wasteland tribes could not imagine before they went south.

Seeing the expressions of the leaders, Qiqika grinned and put away his killing intent. He has 10,000 tribes directly under his command, and more than 60,000 wasteland tribes that obey his orders. There has never been such a large tribal alliance in the wilderness, and only the fertile south can support it.

As the leader of tens of thousands of Guakili people, Chief Red Dog has no inherited experience to refer to, nor the tradition of the wilderness to support him. He can only rely on his direct military force and the prestige of the leader to rule so many tribes. For the warriors of each tribe, he rewards and punishes them to win the hearts of the army; for ordinary chiefs, he gives them generous gifts to appease the people; and for the chiefs of large tribes, he not only wins them over, but also severely punishes them. After such a busy six months, he finally managed to control the tribes.

However, the premise of all this is that he cannot be defeated or retreat. Defeat will reduce his prestige and attract challenges from ambitious people. Once he leaves the rich Pams Valley, without such fertile land to support him, the gathered tribes will scatter and return to the state of scattered sand in the wilderness. At that time, this so-called alliance leader will also exist in name only.

Having tasted the power, Chief Red Dog never wanted to let it go. Having seen the wealth and weakness of the southern tribes, he ignited a greater ambition. At this moment, desire was like a herd of beasts, galloping in the heart of the chief of the wilderness. He looked at everyone again and howled like a wolf.

"Awoo! May our ancestors bless us! Chiefs of all tribes, we will stay here and fight the invading enemy! Burn and chop trees, pile up stones, and reinforce the camp in the mountains. Prepare your bows and arrows, and wait for the cactus tribe to come and die!"