Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"In the same way, if we mobilize troops for the Vastek people, we can gain their support. The tribespeople from various groups can become our eyes, helping us to relay messages. And the Mexica are careless, scattered, perfect for defeating them piece by piece!... Father, please give me two thousand warriors! I am confident that, like hunting, I can make this army from Suiqiu City bleed continuously, growing weaker and weaker, until they have no return, entombed in the vast mountain forest!"

Hearing Alan's detailed tactical idea, Amoxtli stroked his chin, somewhat surprised in his heart. He smiled, sincerely praising his daughter.

"Alan, you truly have the ability to lead an army of two thousand! When I was your age, I didn't have such insight. It seems, it's time to let you out, leading a team of tribal warriors, to gain more experience, and also accumulate some prestige within the tribe!"

Upon hearing the words, Alan's spirit lifted, showing joy on her face.

"Father, do you agree to send the troops southward to eliminate this army from Suiqiu City?"

"No, I do not agree."

Amoxtli withdrew his smile, shaking his head affirmatively. Then, he gazed at Alan's disappointed eyes, patiently explaining.

"Alan, if the tribe deploys troops, we can indeed eliminate these two or three thousand Samurai. And if we mobilize in a big way, we have the confidence to defeat the mobilized army of Suiqiu City in the mountain forest. But, what then?"

"Then? Um..."

Alan pursed her lips, pondering for a while, and her bright eyes dimmed.

"Father, are you worried that the Aztec King will dispatch a large army northward to crusade against the tribe?..."

"Exactly. Behind Suiqiu City is the Mexica Alliance. And to the Alliance King, two or three Samurai, even five or six thousand Samurai, are merely a feather on the eagle's wing!"

Saying this, Amoxtli sighed quietly. Although he was located in the northeasternmost place under the heaven, he was always paying attention to the situation on the Southern Plateau.

"Zucata came from the Tarasco Kingdom and once told us about the situation on the Southern Plateau. Ten years ago, various tribes under the heaven opposed each other; the Mexica Alliance, Tarasco Kingdom, and Tlaxcala Alliance were all powerful tribes on the plateau. But today, the Mexica have swept over the two major kingdoms and alliances, already dominant on their own! And on the entire Mexican Plateau, even the entire southern under the heaven, there is no force left capable of stopping their conquest against various tribes!"

"Wicked Aztecs!..."

Alan gritted her teeth, touching the longbow behind her back, cursed fiercely, then changed her words.

"Most of the Aztec Tribe is wicked!"

"Alan, the tribe's expansion isn't about being wicked, it's a matter of strength. It's just the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. And today, this vast southern mountain forest is about to determine a strong King!... Well, maybe two. Wait, one in the end. Haha!"

Amoxtli said a few words, finding himself amused. After a few moments, he became solemn again, pointing his finger once more to the northeast on the map.

"The old Chieftain Kakalo once said that the tribe's future lies in the East and North! Our Red Crow Tribe migrated here, crossing the mountains from the Wilderness. Here lies the seaside, also the furthest reachable in the East. However, this is still not far enough toward the North... tribes have come from the Northern Land, bringing news from the Northern Continent. The Northern Continent is vast and boundless, filled with deserts, grasslands, and forests, truly a limitless land!"

"Ah?! Old Chieftain Kakalo's prophecy, East and North..."

Hearing this, Alan slightly lowered her eyes, reflecting on memories. After a while, she opened her eyes, looking at her father.

"Father, you intend to?... But we haven't been settled here for many years. And the divine catastrophe in the North is terrifyingly formidable!"

"Correct. As witnessed by the ancestors, I intend for the tribe to continue migrating north."

Amoxtli, wearing the Wolf Robe, glanced toward the northern direction. Then, he confidently smiled and detailed the map with his finger, explaining carefully to his daughter.

"Alan, my daughter. This northern coastal region is different from the northern Wilderness. Look, Water Otter City is in this place; to the east is a Lagoon, then traveling tens of miles eastward leads to the endless Eastern Sea. From Water Otter City, fifty miles to the northwest is this new camp we stand on. Our Red Crow Tribe places five thousand capable tribal warriors here to constantly attack the south."

"Various Vastec tribes are weak, capable of providing constant population, food, and wealth to the tribe. Their leader is Water Otter City, but it has been entirely suppressed in the city by the tribal warriors. Within these two or three hundred miles, Water Otter City can control only half of the tribes to the south and east. Whereas the Vastec tribe to the west and north has already submitted to the tribe, farming for us, paying taxes, and accepting our protection."

Hearing this, Alan blinked and spoke deeply.

"Father, we promised them protection! In the past, the tribe also deployed a force to attack the Samurai from Suiqiu City... You said we should treat the Vastec land as our foundation, consider each group as our tribe, establish here. Then, bit by bit, replace Water Otter City, controlling this Vastec land..."

"Right! Alan, you remember correctly. That's indeed my initial plan. But now, the situation under heaven has undergone tremendous change, we need to look farther ahead..."

Amoxtli nodded, his face somewhat rueful.

"In just a few years, the Mexica Alliance is about to completely seize the plateau. Their Great Chief aims at under heaven, their Chieftain is also brave and good at combat. By now, the trend of unifying under heaven is unstoppable. I have talked with Zucata many times, as long as the Mexica's internal does not show division in succession... the South will be unified under a powerful tribe unlike any before. And after they unify the South, the Vastec land will certainly not maintain actual independence."

"The Aztecs about to unify under heaven..."

Alan lowered her eyes, not knowing what to say. She touched the dagger at her waist, feeling the undulating Wolf Head pattern on it, along with the mysterious three text symbols, inexplicably somewhat depressed.

"Father, so we don't have the opportunity to go to Aztec territory, defeat them, and capture their nobility?..."

"Hmm. At least for now, we must avoid conflict with them. Therefore, I have dispatched an envoy to offer a tribute to the Mexica King in the Lake Capital City, demonstrating nominal submission."

Amoxtli's expression was somewhat emotional.

"If it was only the threat from the South, relying on the geographical advantage of the six hundred mile mountain forest, the tribe could still maintain here. After all, the Vastec land is wealthy; establishing a City-State here, settling down, the tribe's life would be much more affluent. However, our upstream Pamus City is firmly held by the Mexica's Kingdom of the Lake... they can flow down, threatening the tribe's camp downstream."

"They have sent an envoy, offering us weapons and Leather Armor, also dispatching two thousand warriors from the Red Cat Chieftain, aiming to incite us to capture Water Otter City. Then, they will use another batch of more weapon armor to trade for this coastal Vastec City-State."

Upon hearing this, Alan raised her head, looking at the Red Crow Chieftain with fluctuating expressions, surprisingly asked.

"Father, regarding the proposal from the Mexica in the lake... didn't you say, to drag it out for a few years, not to rush to capture Water Otter City, to scheme gradually?"

"Exactly! For the Red Crow Tribe, leaving the weak Water Otter City in Vastec hands is far better than letting the fierce Mexica take over. So, no matter how the Red Cat Chieftain urges, I won't rush to capture the city."

Amoxtli nodded affirmatively, expressing certainty. His gaze was deep, contemplating the well-positioned Water Otter City, then sighed lightly in his heart. Afterward, he moved his finger northward on the map, all the way along hills and rivers, finally landing on a vast Great Lake.

"Alan, I have made up my mind to continue migrating north! The true foundation of the Red Crow Tribe, the nest we shall establish, will be built here!"