Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Fifty miles northwest of Otter City, there stood a newly built tribal camp. This camp was quite large, stretching on the high ground of the hills, and separated by two circles of wooden fences inside and outside. A Red Crow banner of heritage was fluttering among the camps.

As dusk approached, cooking smoke rose, and the camp was bustling. Hunters with bows on their backs and red hair, tribal warriors wielding spears, and elite militia with long spears were all moving about the camp, preparing a simple dinner to stave off hunger. Smoke rose in spirals, shadows moved around, roughly counted, there were four to five thousand warriors. Such a scale of an army was indeed a rare sight in the sparsely populated lands of the Vastec people!

At the center of the camp, there was a large tent constructed. Inside the tent, the furnishings were very simple; weapons and leather armor hung on all sides, simple animal skin rugs covered the ground, and a bonfire burned in the corner for lighting. The bonfire crackled, accompanying a determined female voice sounding within the tent.

"Father, the Aztecs' warriors have headed north once again! They are sweeping through the southwestern tribes, estimated to have set out from the area around Xilotepec Suiqiu City!"

Alan stood with her greatbow on her back, standing tall in the tribal tent. She looked at her father sitting cross-legged above and spoke urgently.

"The warriors of Suiqiu City are spread out, pillaging and capturing in various villages. Please give me two thousand tribal warriors! I can lead them to ambush the Tiger-headed warriors, defeating them all in the forests and swamps!"

"Hmm, Alan, the scouts have already reported this news to me. The forces from Suiqiu City heading north are mostly the Otomi Warriors who have submitted to the Aztec Alliance, with a few Mexica Warriors. Their numbers should be over two thousand."

Red Crow Chieftain Amoxtli maintained a calm expression, sitting cross-legged on a soft deerskin. After several years, his demeanor had grown increasingly steady, his gaze stern and profound, his complexion hard and solemn. At this moment, draped in the Great Chief's wolf robe and with a red feather crown, he exuded a mountain-like majesty, quietly surpassing the Chief Chichika of yesteryears.

However, when he saw his daughter Alan returning in haste from a dozen miles away, he couldn't help but smile, smiling as he asked.

"Alan, my daughter! Weren't you with that boy, Chipawa, hunting by the lake? Why have you become a scout collecting intelligence?"

"Father, I encountered a girl from the Vastec people. Her tribe was plundered, her father killed, and she escaped alone to the lakeside. I got the news from the southwest from her, and I've also brought her back to the tribe."

Alan pressed her lips, her eyes showing both anger and a fleeting hint of sadness. Then, she bit her lip again and firmly proposed once more.

"Father, even among the forests and swamps, I have a way to kill the armored Tiger-headed warriors! Please give me a team of tribal warriors; let me head south to attack the Aztecs and rescue the mountain tribes being plundered."

Hearing this, Amoxtli raised an eyebrow. He was silent for a while before speaking calmly.

"Alan, sweeping north through the mountains is a routine for Suiqiu City. They capture able-bodied men to replenish the city's population and slaves, and never cross the Otter River. The leader of Suiqiu City is the Northern General of the Mexica Alliance, Osellor. They are not our enemies of the Red Crow Tribe. On the contrary, the tribe is nominally still a vassal under the alliance."

"But, Father. We levy taxes and recruit able-bodied men from the villages on both sides of the Otter River. We also tell them that the Red Crow Tribe are not invaders of the Vastec lands, but protectors of the Vastec people! Now, the enemy has arrived, yet we stand by idly. How then will the various Vastec tribes on both sides of the Great River ever trust us again?"

Alan's expression was resolute as she gazed at her stern father. Amoxtli stood up, his eyes deep, looking at his daughter who was as tall as him. After a moment, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

"Alan, my daughter. The divine heavens and ancestors are watching over us! You have become a true warrior, not afraid of powerful enemies, and possessing the steadfast and fearless heart of a warrior!"

Saying this, Amoxtli reached out his hand, pulling his daughter to sit down on the mat together. Facing each other, the Red Crow Chieftain reached into his arms, taking out a crude map, unfolding it before his daughter, and pointed his finger.

"Xilotepec Suiqiu City is over six hundred miles southwest of Otter City. They are the northernmost city-state of the Mexica Alliance, occupied by the Mexica for less than ten years. This city-state controls about 150,000 people and has 5,000 warriors. And their leader, Jaguar Osellor, is now in his prime, not a mediocre leader. He continuously sends troops north, demanding submission from the northern tribes, expanding the influence of Suiqiu City."

"Father, even though there are 5,000 warriors in Suiqiu City, they cannot all be dispatched, neglecting their lair. What they can send here is only two to three thousand people. Meanwhile, our Red Crow Tribe, if we mobilize greatly, can dispatch an army of 8,000 people!"

Alan reached out her hand, tapping heavily on the mountain forests of the Eastern Madre Mountains, several hundred miles to the southwest.

"Right here! This undulating mountain range and hills are full of lush woodlands. I was born here. In forest warfare, the army is scattered, valuing agility and movement, which is our Red Crow Tribe's arena. And the Mexica warriors cannot bring into play their formation advantages in this woodland!"