Chapter 674 Chief and Marriage

The sea breeze blew through the tent, and the air was filled with moisture. 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 for the first time learned to think like a chief.

"Dad, since this time the tribe has been moved to the north, since it has been entrusted to me, I must do it well! You must help me move the tribe as soon as possible to catch up with this year's spring plowing. The seashore in the lowlands is very warm, even if it is delayed until We can still plant in late May and early June. We can plant seeds a little later, but we need to cultivate as much land as possible so that we can harvest more food in the fall.”

"Yes, we need to move north as quickly as possible, and cultivate as much farmland as possible! I have already selected the first group of Dingkou people to move north, and they are all from close and obedient tribes. Tonight, I will summon the leaders of various tribes, Urge them to go north."

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

"Of course, my daughter, if you want to firmly control these tribes migrating north, you must have a reliable tribal force! I will give you five hundred Red Crow headquarters and five hundred spear battalions, and then from Each tribe draws out a thousand tribal warriors. And you must learn to control the hearts of the soldiers and make them obey your orders. Alan, do you know what to do? "

"Don't let the soldiers stand in awe and obey orders."

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

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

".Uh. Shoot down all the warriors"

Hearing this, Amosi's face froze and he pulled the red hair on his head. In the tribal archery competition, there is indeed a shooting competition. Hunters from both sides held hunting bows, gathered for dozens of steps, and then shot each other with blunt-ended wooden arrows dipped in red dye. During the shooting process, both sides can run to dodge and shoot many arrows, but as long as they are hit once, they will fail.

This kind of shooting is actually very similar to actual combat, and it can well reflect the shooter's combat effectiveness. However, even though wooden arrows are used for shooting, they are still sharp and may cause injury.

Amosi pondered for a while and then taught in a deep voice.

"Alan, defeating the warriors of various tribes is indeed a way to conquer everyone. But this method is not very common. After all, not all leaders have excellent shooting skills like you. For example, dad, I can't defeat them all. Warriors. However, they still follow me loyally and are willing to obey my orders and fight for me. Do you know why?"

"No reason"

Alan blinked and thought for a long time before answering uncertainly.

"That's because, Dad, you brought the tribe down from the wasteland. And with Dad, everyone's life has become 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!"

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

"Alan, my daughter. Our wilderness tribe never relies on invisible and intangible gods to convince the tribe, but on things that can be seen and touched. A qualified wilderness chief must first have his own A certain amount of force. Whether it is archery, spear throwing or axe-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 the personal force is. "

"Dad, what is important?"

"The most important thing is to do the right thing to win over the hearts of the tribe and the hearts of the warriors."

Having said this, Amosi paused and raised his head without saying a word. He recalled Chief Chichika's method of subduing the warriors, and also recalled that he joined forces with the Zuma priest to use divination to influence the warriors. In the end, he led his tribe to move eastward, truly considered each tribe, and gradually gained support from everyone. After a while, he spoke again.

"Alan, people's hearts can come from many sources. Excellent military force can make the tribesmen awe. As a leader, the combination of kindness and power can also make the soldiers obey. In the name of the ancestors, praying for divination and displaying magic can also be effective. But the most fundamental thing is to make the right choice and make a decision that is beneficial to the tribe!”

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

Alan intertwined his fingers and held his chin, thinking about his father's teachings. Amosi waited patiently for a while before speaking seriously.

"The correct choice is the interests of the tribe. As a chief, you need to let the people who support you get tangible benefits! It is beneficial to the tribe that we moved eastward and escaped from the conquest of the Death Chief. We attack The Vavastek tribe is growing rapidly, and they are no longer short of food, land and population. This is also a real benefit.”

"It is precisely because of these decisions that brought benefits to the tribe that I gained the prestige of the great chief, and the soldiers truly obeyed. And this time I moved north, I publicized the threats to the west and south to convince the leaders of each tribe. I think it’s most beneficial to move north!”

Amosi raised his head, looked into Alan's eyes, and carefully explained the key points of leading the tribe. This is all his personal experience. It may be crude, but it is most suitable for the current situation of the wasteland tribe.

"Alan, my daughter, people cannot fight against the tide, nor should they stand in front of the bison when they charge. Instead, you should take a small boat and follow the tide. Avoid the bison and follow the footprints of the bison. The so-called tide and bison are the general trend and interests!"

"Follow the tide and chase the bison?"

Alan pursed her lips, and gradually had more thoughts in her heart. She rolled up her short hair and held the dagger at her waist. She turned her head and looked far to the south, which was the direction of the Aztecs. According to my father, the tribe's migration to the north was to avoid the tide in the south. She looked far to the south, and after a while, she asked in a low voice.

"Dad, can I ride a bison, blow the horn, and raise a high tide?"

"Huh? Riding a bison and raising a tide?"

Hearing this, Amosi was stunned. He widened his eyes and looked carefully at his daughter who he raised with his own hands. Alan straightened his spine and looked at him with a resolute and bright look. After a few breaths, Amosi suddenly smiled happily.

"Alan, I am very happy that you have such an ambition! However, if you want to control the general trend, you must have enough strength to gradually stir up waves. The huge bison galloped on the wasteland, raising dust all over the sky. As long as they don't stop, no one can stop them. Our Red Crow tribe will also move forward and grow stronger like bison."

"And if one day you can sit on a four-legged beast, blow the horn, and rule over thousands of tribes in the north. Then, you can raise a high tide and rush to your homeland in the south!"

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

"I will! Father."

The big tent remained quiet, and the faint fragrance of herbs wafted. Amosi brewed some herbal tea and handed a cup to Alan. The father and daughter drank tea and discussed the specific matters of the migration to the north. After the two of them discussed it, Alan finally concluded.

"Dad, give me another batch of farm tools, some old farmers who are good at farming, and the main god priests sent by the alliance who can farm. This season's farming must allow the tribes that migrate north to get a good harvest. In this way, there will be fewer obstacles for the subsequent tribes to move north. After the autumn harvest, I plan to take two thousand warriors and recruit two or three thousand militiamen to patrol around the periphery of the lake area and summon the tribes along the way."

"Well, that's right. When the jaguar arrives in a new territory, it must take a walk around to let the surrounding birds and beasts know."

Amosi agreed. In fact, if he hadn't been in the south and kept an eye on the situation of Otter City and the Mexica army, he should have done the patrol after autumn. And if his daughter Alan could take up the burden, he would be happy to let go.

After all, in the vast northern wilderness and the great plains further north, the remnants of the matriarchal clan still exist. Many tribesmen only know their mothers, but not their fathers. An outstanding female leader is more likely to be supported than a male leader, and often lives longer. Of course, the premise is that there is no husband who shares power with the female leader.

Thinking of this, Amoxi touched his forehead and felt upset for some reason. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked at Alan and asked.

"Alan, you are not young anymore. After this year, you will be 20 years old! Many girls in the tribe who are as old as you have given birth to two children! Alan, my daughter, what kind of husband do you want to find?"

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Alan lowered her head, looked gloomy, and said nothing.

"Hey! Every time I ask you, you are like this, keeping your head down and not talking. Although my father doesn't want you to get married, my daughter always has to get married."

Amoxi sighed. He pulled his hair, gritted his teeth, and asked in a deep voice.

"The warriors of the Red Crow tribe all want to marry you. There are a few good-looking descendants of the Huastek people who have come to propose marriage. The leaders of the Borsalos people all said that you can just pick whoever you like. According to their tradition, female leaders can have several men. Oh, and Zukata of the Spear Battalion, he has come to me several times for the kid Chipawa."

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