Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The chieftain's tent was simple and unadorned, with a scent of leather and herbs. The father and daughter sat on the ground, examining a rough map, discussing the future of the tens of thousands from the Red Crow Tribe.

"Father, how far is this Great Lake?"

Alan widened her eyes, looking at the Great Lake in the north on the map, where Amoxtli's finger pointed, her eyes shimmering.

"Is it the same large lake we saw when we subdued the thousands of Bosalos Tribes before?"

"Yes! This lake is very large, running over seventy miles north to south, and more than ten miles wide east to west. According to the Bosalos people, it's called 'Warrior's Lake.' Its location is over four hundred miles from our camp here!"

Amoxtli's finger moved, drawing a large circle around Warrior Lake (now Lake Las Adjuntas).

"Alan, I've inquired with the chieftains of the Bosalos Tribes and also sent Moqi to investigate the site. To the east of Warrior's Lake are hills that can partially block the summer hurricanes. A hundred miles west of Warrior's Lake is the edge of the wilderness, with towering mountains serving as a natural barrier for the tribe. No less than five or six rivers flow down from the mountains, merging into Warrior's Lake."

"On the west, north, and south sides of the Great Lake, there are vast expanses of fertile land along the riverbanks, suitable for planting corn, beans, and squash. And the lake itself produces abundant fish and shrimp!... As long as we occupy this Great Lake, let the Vastec people who are skilled in farming cultivate the fields, and the Wilderness Tribes who are adept at hunting and fishing pursue their crafts, the tribe will never want for food!"

Hearing this, Alan's eyes sparkled. She recalled the scenery around Warrior's Lake, the vast and boundless lake, the shimmering waves on its surface, the Long River meandering through it. Fish leaping on the lake surface, herds of deer running through the tall grass. Indeed, it was fertile land, also the hunting ground of the Bosalos people. Two years ago, five thousand Red Crow Warriors went north to subdue the Bosalos and seize control of this hunting ground.

"Migrate north four hundred miles, occupy the fertile lands by the lake. Wow! We are getting further away from the Aztecs in the south!"

"Precisely! We must avoid confronting the Mexica head-on and operate peacefully in the Northern Land. This Lake Region is five hundred miles away from the Vastec people's Otter City, a thousand miles from the Mexica's Suiqiu City, and even eight hundred miles from Pamus Desert Valley City in the wilderness! With jungles and mountains blocking the way, and sparse habitation making logistics difficult, as long as we migrate there, neither the Mexica King nor the Great Chief of the God of Death can catch our tail feathers!"

Amoxtli gazed towards the north, a longing in his eyes, filled with the wisdom of age. Leading the tribe through migrations, enduring countless hardships and battles, he finally saw an opportunity to settle down.

"After wandering for six or seven years, traversing thousands of miles. Along the way, the Red Crow Tribe, finally under my leadership, found a fertile land to settle and grow strong!"

To escape the cold wave, the Red Crow Tribe moved with the hundred thousand Guajili Canine Descendants southward seven hundred miles from the depths of the Sakatekas Desert, occupying the land of the Otomi. During this process, the formerly loose Guajili Tribe gradually became cohesive, forming a Tribal Alliance and becoming accustomed to large-scale skirmishes. They also came into contact with the Stone City-States in the south, learning about weaponry, armor, the organizational forms of city-states, and more advanced farming techniques.

"The greatest expectation back then was to settle on the Otomi land, cultivating crops. With stable food supplies each year, the tribes wouldn't need to engage in brutal skirmishes. Meanwhile, Great Chief Chichika aimed to establish a city-state, becoming the divine leader of the new alliance!"

However, not two seasons after settling, the kingdom army of the Great Chief of the God of Death came north. After several grand battles, the Great Chief of the God of Death broke the allied forces of the Canine Descendants, killing Great Chief Chichika, forcing the Red Crow Tribe to flee east again.

"Hundreds and thousands of scouts tangled on the wilderness. Tens of thousands of samurai fought in battle formations. Wave after wave of samurai fiercely attacked the camp. The terrifying wooden beasts roared with thunderous noise, shooting stone pellets, launching fireballs. And the countless fire rains from night raids still appear in my dreams today!"

Amoxtli, as a scout for the allied forces, was always on the front line, battling the army of the Great Chief of the God of Death. He witnessed battles involving tens of thousands, saw the endless fire rains, heard the roaring wooden beasts, saw the sharp metal axes and spears, and the heavy leather armor of the Mexica. Likewise, he also served as a trusted aide to Great Chief Chichika, learning from his every move the methods of leading tribes and organizing armies.

"Dear Great Chief Chichika, you indeed taught me much. But with the tide turning, I still have the heavy responsibility of the tribe, and cannot lay down my life for you..."

Thinking of the fallen great chief, Amoxtli sighed lowly, memories flashing once more.

The Red Crow Tribe, carrying tens of thousands of Canine Descendant Tribes, migrated east seven or eight hundred miles from the Pamus Valley, laboriously crossing the Madre Mountains' two-thousand-meter peaks, reaching the lowlands and jungles of the Vastec people. When they fled the valley, they comprised over ten surviving tribes. But by the time they reached the lowlands, within a few months, they were united into one, becoming a great tribe of tens of thousands flying the Red Crow banner!

"Next is rapid growth! Just as old chieftain Kakalo prophesied, the vitality of the Guajili people's doesn't lie in the wilderness, but in the East and North of the world!"

The newly born Great Tribe of the Red Crow, after so many campaigns and hardships, rapidly grew all the way. Determined and resolute tribal leaders, fierce and powerful tribal warriors, flexible and skilled combat techniques... The military power of the Red Crow Tribe was almost overwhelming against the weak Vastec City-States around them and the loosely organized Canine Descendants tribes in the north. Through continuous learning, Amoxtli also learned how to conquer various tribes from the south and north, uniting them under the Red Crow banner, transforming into his own power!