Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 619 - 315 Red Fox Flees

"Chieftain, Chieftain, the tribes at the northwest valley mouth have escaped!"

The bright round moon tilted westward, and the faint light of dawn lit up the East. A Red Fox Tribe’s trusted aide, his face etched with urgency, dashed into the nobility residence within the small town in the valley. The residence was built in the Southern Tribe’s architectural style, and although not expansive, it was quite ornately decorated.

Otuwa was resting inside a stone hall. Hearing the trusted aide’s cry, he opened his eyes and abruptly sat up from the wolf skin blanket.

"Let him in!"

The tribal warriors by the door followed the command. The Red Fox Chieftain, squinting his eyes, stood up and grabbed the collar of the trusted aide.

"What did you say? A tribe has escaped?!"

The trusted aide was sweating profusely and gasping for breath. The valley was long and narrow, spanning twenty to thirty miles from east to west. He had run all the way from the northwest valley mouth in one breath, and the deep night was already giving way to dawn.

"Chieftain, several ordinary tribes from the northwest valley mouth have already escaped, four or five of them. They left the valley in the middle of the night, and it seems they had planned this in advance! Our warriors stationed nearby couldn’t intercept them in time; by the time they arrived, it was already too late... The nearby tribes are panicked. Word has spread that the Cactus Tribe’s Great Chief, the God of Death, has arrived with the personal army, and the valley is on the verge of being indefensible! Many tribes are packing their belongings, ready to flee for their lives..."

"Four or five ordinary tribes, prepared in advance..."

Otuwa’s expression turned dark. He clenched his fist and asked coldly.

"Who’s leading them?"

"It should be the Red Crow Tribe! It seems that these messages originated from within the Red Crow Tribe."

"The Red Crow Tribe? Damn Kakalo!"

Otuwa waved his hand violently, smashing the decorative pottery in the stone hall to the ground. The pottery shattered in an instant, scattering fragments everywhere, just like the hearts of the tribes in the valley.

"The people’s hearts are scattered... Go, bring Ivican to me!"

The trusted aide hurried off, while the Red Fox Chieftain squinted his eyes, lost in thought and with a hint of murderous intent on his face. Soon Ivican arrived, clad in cotton armor and striding in.

"Argh! Chieftain, you summoned me?"

"The Red Crow Tribe has escaped, along with other tribes from the northwest valley mouth! The intelligence you scouted last night has leaked; there’s panic throughout the valley! Ivican, have you gone blind? And to think you recommended Amoxtli to me as Deputy Leader?!"

"Ah, ah! The Red Crows have fled? Amoxtli, he betrayed me?"

Ivican stood rooted to the spot, dazed. The memories of the previous day were still fresh in his mind, the round moon on the ridge so beautiful, yet eventually obscured by dark clouds. The eyes of the red-haired captain gradually became bloodshot.

"I trusted him so much, entrusted him with the conscripted Red Crow warriors to lead... Argh! I’ll kill him, I’ll chop off his head! Chieftain, give me a thousand warriors, I’ll go capture the Red Crow Tribe right now!"

"Capture? Crap!"

The Red Fox Chieftain cursed out loud, his cold gaze piercing through.

"Ivican, I’m giving you a thousand warriors! Take control of the northwest valley mouth, and wait for the migrating vanguard of the tribes! If any ordinary tribe tries to play smart, slaughter them all for me!"

"Argh! At your command, Chieftain! And the Red Crow Tribe..."

"Out!"

"Argh!"

Ivican left with bloodshot eyes, radiating a cold murderous intent. The Red Fox Chieftain did not delay and dispatched all his trusted aides around him.

"Inform all Tribes immediately to start the relocation! A thousand Tribal Warriors, block off the eastern valley to delay the spread of the message! If the Red Frog Tribe sends someone to inquire, say that a small Otomi squad is causing trouble, and the Red Fox Tribe is assembling to suppress it. A thousand Tribal Warriors, quell the surrounding Tribes, sever all intertribal contacts! If any ordinary Tribes cause trouble, execute them on the spot..."

"Hmm, take care to appease the redheads conscripted from the Tribes, promising them they can bring some relatives. The remaining six thousand able-bodied people, take whatever food you can carry, and abandon all non-essential baggage! Within half a day, the first batch of the able-bodied must depart, and by today, the Tribe must leave the valley!"

"Yes, Chieftain!"

Several Chieftain’s trusted aides bowed and then spread out in all directions. The fertile center of the valley belonged to the Red Fox Tribe, and thousands of Tribespeople were busy with their heads down. The Tribe’s relocation had been prepared for many days, and the heads of each team simply needed to gather the able-bodied, bring the packed food, and they could set off quickly.

"Chieftain, there are also two thousand Otomi agricultural slaves in the center of the valley. What should we do with them? Should we all..."

One of the trusted aides, bloodthirsty, made a killing gesture.

Otuwa’s expression changed. He squinted his eyes, thought carefully for a while, and then shook his head.

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"Forget it, we’re pressed for time and can’t waste it on such trivial matters! Drive them to the corner of the valley and have a hundred men watch over them for a day. These agricultural slaves are terrified out of their wits, unable to wield weapons, and pose no threat to the Tribe. Spare their lives for now, to avoid the Otomi curs doggedly chasing us. Hmm, when we move south next year, we’ll come back to plunder the valley!"

The trusted aide nodded and departed immediately to make arrangements. Otuwa stood still, gazing at the Stone Hall’s southern-style murals for a while, then exhaled slowly.

"This Stone Hall is really nice, as comfortable and delicate as Otomi women. When we get back to the Wilderness, we won’t find such finely made stone houses!"

As the trusted aides relayed the order, the valley quickly became noisy. Countless abled people clustered into dozens of groups, each with large and small bags, laden with items on their backs. The heads of each group shouted and cursed loudly, wielding sticks to force the people to toss away cumbersome Pottery. In the absence of vehicles and pack animals, they couldn’t carry away much wealth, and most of the plundered spoils had to be abandoned.

Soon, the crisp sound of breaking pottery echoed through the valley, the ground strewn with broken shards and discarded items. The valley was in a state of panic; the hurried scene was visible everywhere, like a stampede of beasts. The long wind blew past, bringing with it chaotic shouts. A yellow leaf fell from a shallow tree, bringing with it the somberness of autumn.

The sun rose from the horizon, illuminating the chaotic Red Fox Valley. A large Tribe mobilized the entire clan, nearly ten thousand people ready to relocate. Such a large-scale event could not be concealed. Before long, a group of Mexica Scouts left the southern Mountains and sped towards the southern camp.

"Your Highness! Chaos reigns in the Red Fox Valley; thousands of Canine Descendants are packing their belongings... The Red Fox Tribe is about to flee!"

Inside the camp, a Scout reported while lying prostrate on the ground. He had hurried almost thirty miles to get here, his body drenched in sweat. In this era without horses, the military Scouts were all lean, each a marathon runner.

Upon hearing this, Xiulote’s expression became serious as he asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm?! When did the Red Fox Tribe begin their relocation?"

"At dawn. But there was noise last night, and there were large fires at the northwestern valley entrance."

The Scout recounted the scene from the previous night—a moving firelight under the full moon, like a sea of flowers in the night.

The King looked up at the sun now high in the sky, frowning slightly.

"Such cunning foxes! To the east of the valley, have the Red Cat and Red Frog Tribes made any moves?"

"Your Highness, when I left, both Tribes seemed to be in an uproar, but there was no large-scale mobilization."

"Has an Envoy been sent to the eastern valley entrance? To inform the central Vanguard?"

"Yes. We set off at the same time. The eastern valley entrance is closer, so there should already be a response by now."

"Send an Envoy to inform the Black Wolf Legion. Deploy troops behind the valley entrance immediately to entangle the Red Frog Tribe! Send another Envoy to command Chalki to advance north with full force!"

Xiulote ordered in a commanding voice. Then, with an intense gaze, he turned to his Head Warrior.

"Bertade, take two thousand of the Personal Army, switch to Light Armor, and move quickly! Head to the northwestern valley entrance— you must arrive before nightfall! Seal off the mountain paths used by the marching army, intercept the fleeing Tribes, and capture the escaping Guajili people!"

"I will follow your command, Your Highness!"