Chapter 313 Separation

The full moon rose into the sky, spreading its cool light and illuminating the wasteland at night. September is already halfway through, and the full moon is the best time. The loud wolf howls came from the distant mountains, as if telling of distant thoughts.

Under the moonlight, two red-haired scouts walked silently on the wasteland, followed by more than 300 warriors in cotton armor. Their mission was to scout and ambush the Aztec grain team. But they encountered the personal guard tribe of the Death Chief, and they could not do anything with this small number of people. They needed to go back quickly to report the latest military situation.

The pace of returning home is always hurried. Soon, everyone followed the narrow mountain path and entered the mountains south of the valley. Ivikan greeted the tribal warriors guarding the mountain road and took the lead to climb the ridge. The narrow and fertile valley instantly unfolded in front of his eyes, and the tall corn covered the banks of the stream, foreshadowing the hope of a good harvest.

"Ah! Ah! Amosi, the moon is so round. It's the blessing day of the moon god! According to tradition, the tribe should sacrifice a deer. Everyone should have a good meal of deer meat, then dance around the fire pit, and young men and women should have fun with each other! Because after the blessing day of the moon god, the corn will soon be ripe and harvested, and the multiplying population will have food to feed."

Ivikan stood on the ridge, looking at the sky with longing, howling like a wolf.

In the legend of the Guakili people, the sky is the most divine place. The moon and the sun are the incarnations of the gods and the objects of their worship. The full moon before the autumn harvest is a day worth celebrating. Each tribe will hold sacrificial activities, and sometimes they will visit each other to reduce the reproduction within the tribe.

Hearing this, Amosi also paused for a moment and looked at the bright night sky. The full moon hung high above the rolling mountains, illuminating the camps in the mountains. The camps of both sides lit up with fire, facing each other from a distance. The warriors of the Cactus Tribe occupied the front camp, blocking the eastern valley entrance; the warriors of the Dog Tribe occupied the back camp, guarding the other side day and night. The valley was filled with killing, and there were large groups of eagles landing on the ground, pecking at the blood clots and remains that had not been eaten day and night.

"Ivikan, didn't the Cactus Tribe attack the valley entrance these days? I heard from other scouts that the Red Frog Tribe is still guarding the rear camp."

Amosi squinted his eyes and looked at the valley entrance for a long time, but he couldn't see the flags in the camp clearly. He looked at his friend.

"Haha! Ever since we worked together that day and shot and wounded Chief Black Wolf who was on the battlefield, the Cactus Tribe has been lying down like a sleeping black bear, not making a sound! Chief Otuwa talked to Chief Red Frog and asked him to continue guarding the southeast valley entrance, and also gave him a thousand warriors recruited from ordinary tribes! Our chief is very smart, so he won't let the Red Frog Tribe return to the northwest valley entrance!"

Ivikan laughed, quite excited.

"Ah? It was agreed that each tribe would take turns to guard the valley. Will Chief Red Frog agree to this?"

"Ah! In the battle at the valley entrance, both Red Cat and Red Frog suffered heavy losses. The warriors of the two tribes combined could not defeat our family. Now this valley is under the control of our Red Fox tribe!"

Ivican patted his chest proudly. Then, he thought about it and added.

"Chief Otuwa also appeased the other two chiefs and asked them to replenish the population from the tribes in the valley. Chief Red Frog was a little dissatisfied and argued for a long time, but finally agreed. The latest requirement is to hold on to the valley entrance for another ten days! The corn is almost ripe, and some tribes can't wait and have already started picking the cobs. Anyway, they can still eat it if it's not ripe, but the harvest is less, and now they can't care about so much."

"Ten days. Harvest unripe corn."

Amosi pondered for a while and asked in a low voice.

"Ivican, when will our Red Fox tribe leave?"

Ivican's expression became serious. He took a step closer and answered in a low voice.

"Amosi, I won't hide it from you. It's in these two days! The chief originally planned to harvest some corn in three days and then leave, so that he could take more people with him. Now that the chief of Cactus has come with his army, we must leave early! You go back to the tribe to pack up first. I will tell you the specific time tomorrow after asking the chief!"

Amosi nodded solemnly. The two walked in the moonlight and whispered. During the conversation, the mountain road had forked. One side led to the center of the valley, and the other side led to the west of the valley. They separated in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, Amosi, my friend! You are now a member of our Red Fox Tribe. You have made great contributions, and your name has also fallen into the ears of Chief Otuwa. The chief likes warriors with brains the most. He said he would use you!"

Ivikan stepped forward, held his friend's arm tightly, and looked into his eyes sincerely.

"Chief Otuwa values ​​you! In addition to the young and strong tribal warriors, you can bring a few more old and weak people to join the Red Fox Tribe! I know you can't bear to leave the old chief who raised you, so take him with you! You can also bring a few more people. Well, Alan's archery skills are better than many red-haired people, and she doesn't count."

Amosi looked at his friend, was silent for a while, and nodded.

"Thank you, Ivican, my friend!"

"Oh! What are you thanking me for?"

Ivican smiled and patted Amosi's shoulder hard.

"I will bring the warriors to see you tomorrow!"

"Okay. See you tomorrow!"

Amosi also smiled. He smiled and said, and waved goodbye to Ivican. The warriors behind the two separated, the Red Fox warrior went to the center of the valley, and the Red Crow warrior went to the northwest of the valley. The mountains turned and undulated, and soon they could not see each other.

The moonlight was long and the road was long. Amosi put away his smile and walked in the moonlight towards the direction of the tribe. Two quarters of an hour later, the simple Red Crow camp appeared in front of him. Shallow fences, dilapidated huts, guarding soldiers, and a bonfire lit outside the chief's longhouse.

Amosi reached out and touched his left ear. A large part of the edge of the ear was missing. It was carefully bandaged with cotton cloth, and it felt quite painful. At the end of the battle at the mouth of the valley, he attacked the Black Wolf Chief to attract his attention, but was shot by the other side with an arrow.

"Huh! What a powerful warrior! This half ear was not lost in vain."

Amosi turned around and looked at the more than one hundred tribal warriors behind him, half of whom were red-haired. Because of his military exploits, the red-haired people of the tribe were recruited by the Red Fox Tribe and returned to him for command. Together with the two hundred people left behind in the tribe, the three hundred warriors of the Red Crow Tribe were all gathered together and were still in the hands of the tribe.

The soldiers on guard saluted the red-haired captain. Amosi nodded and walked into the camp gate. The simple camp had been packed up, the luggage was tied tightly with straw ropes, and the supplies were loaded in bamboo baskets. In fact, the tribe was poor and had nothing in total, just some food for survival, weapons for fighting, and some herbs and tools.

"Dad, you're back! Is your ear injury better? I went to pick some herbs again."

The girl Alan was like a lively little deer, carrying a bow and arrow behind her, running quickly from the camp to the front.

Amosi's face showed a sincere smile. He rubbed his daughter's head and said with a smile.

"Much better! Dad has important things to discuss with the chief. I'll talk to you when I come out."

Alan blinked and nodded vigorously. She watched Amosi bend down and walk into the chief's longhouse behind the bonfire. The dazzling bonfire attracted the eyes, making the darkness in the longhouse difficult to see, just like the difference between light and darkness.