Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1689 - 1204: The Red Crow’s Shortage of Provisions and an Unexpected Turn

The coyotes run, the eagles soar. The schemes of the tail village are overturning the clan rule of the Maya Divine Descendants, while Cuba's messenger continues to spread the word westward. At this moment, two thousand miles to the west, two envoys from Golden Bay City are heading north by sea, secretly allying with various Red Crow tribes, while another travels through marshlands, connecting with various Qingqiu tribes.

The threat of the Serpent Mother Miyava to the Silver Raven Elder is not just empty bluster. As a Great Chief who has truly clawed her way up through twists and turns without regard for means, Miyava will firmly seize the political initiative, extracting every drop of blood from her prey. And the Silver Raven Alliance, which has shown its weakness, is the most delectable prey in her eyes!

From the ever-expanding cassava fields by Golden Bay City, moving northward for sixteen hundred miles, lies another large lake-shore area of new cassava fields, where the Red Crow Chief resides in Red Crow City.

Beside the vast Warrior Lake, a cold wind blows from the expansive Northern Continent, like an invisible carving knife, etching the weathered face of Great Chief Amoxtli. His gaze is deep, watching the north shore of the Great Lake, which is dotted with hastily constructed simple huts, and thousands upon thousands of Prairie Tribes, wrapped in fur and feathers, stretching as far as the eye can see, causing him to hunch his back abruptly, as if shouldering a burden of a thousand pounds.

"Ancestor! Moqi, how many Prairie Tribes have you brought back from Alan?"

"Amo, there are too many people, I can't count, but Azu knows. He's good at estimating, counting with a squad of long spears."

"Azu?"

"Great Chief, these Coa Wei Ke tribes on both sides of the Great River are all in large and small groups, with families in tow, I really couldn't count them clearly!... "

Zucata, clad in leather armor and gripping a long spear, stood straight as a spear. This former national warrior of the now-defeated Tarasco, once the guard captain of Prince Quiyus, had become even more like a stubborn stone after nearly a decade of wind and rain on the wilderness and prairie. Now, the Guajili Navajo language he uttered, word by word, carried the harsh, gritty taste of gravel.

"But I roughly estimated, young Chief Alan fought for over two years, amassing eighty thousand Prairie Tribes from the northern Great River. This time, about fifty thousand were brought back! Ten thousand were settled at Flint Lake, and the remaining forty thousand were all brought here to Warrior Lake."

"Ancestor! Fifty thousand, fifty thousand mouths! Moqi, Azu, how did you bring back so many Prairie Tribes?! How can the Red Crow heartlands support these fifty thousand people? It's only February now, where is there so much stored grain to feed them until the autumn harvest?!"

Upon hearing this, Red Crow Chief Amoxtli was horrified, gasping coldly. The wrinkles on his old face trembled, followed by a booming roar like that of an old bear.

"Where's Alan! Where's that reckless girl Alan, where has she gone?!"

"Amo, Alan hasn't returned! She took a few thousand capable Tribal Warriors and went northwest to the upper reaches of the Great River! She left so quickly, I couldn't catch up with her. I only encountered her messenger, who said she was looking for burnable Black Stone, the coal that the Great Tribe Alliance in the lake burns..."

Speaking of Alan, who leads the army westward, trusted aide Moqi lightly shook his head, but there was no worry on his face. Those Alan took are the truly capable and swift tribal elites. On the Northern Continent known to the Red Crow Tribe, there is hardly any Great Tribe Alliance that can swallow them in a field battle.

"Ancestor bless! Amo, don't worry. At the end of last year, several minor cold waves moved southwards consecutively, and the deer herds, pronghorn herds, and buffalo herds either died or moved south. The hunting and fishing grounds on both sides of the Great River can't sustain so many tribes; leaving three thousand barely makes it through... As for these fifty thousand, if not taken southward, there're bound to be big troubles over on Alan's side!"

"Damn! Cold waves, cold waves! Every year the Northern Continent has cold waves, and every Northern Tribe has gone through freezing and starvation! These tribes were originally scattered everywhere, staying put. Even if they suffered heavy casualties in the cold waves, at most, they'd be annexed by neighboring tribes, causing no big trouble and not affecting us Red Crow! ... But Alan just had to bring them all together, gathering several tens of thousands! Tens of thousands gathered together with nothing to eat or drink, how can that be the same as scattered tribes? It's bound to cause big troubles! ... That wretched girl, causing such a big mess, and she even took off with her people! If she doesn't understand the severity, do neither of you understand? You actually brought these fifty thousand mouths into the heartland of our Red Crow Tribe! But without food, people won't quietly starve to death, this is bound to cause big trouble!!..."

Amoxtli glared with anger, eyebrows knotted into a tangle. Moqi and Zucata exchanged glances, both a bit sheepish.

The three were all old chieftains of the wilderness and were well aware. On the Northern Continent, one winter with a few cold waves could reduce tribal populations by twenty to thirty percent, sometimes even seventy to eighty percent, and this was nothing out of the ordinary. After the terrifying cold waves, surviving tribes would annex each other, and if they encountered a few warm years, populations would quickly recover.

To adapt to such a harsh climate, in the hunting tribes of the Northern Continent, many tribes' girls could conceive as young as nine years old, and by ten, they had already started their lineage. Meanwhile, the average lifespan in most small tribes was less than sixteen, and it was rare to find anyone over thirty.

In such circumstances, death and migration were eternal themes in the cold Northern Continent, things most familiar to roaming hunting tribes. And these eighty thousand Coa Wei Ke tribes had gathered along the banks of the Great River in pursuit of dwindling prey and were subsequently taken by Alan and her people all at once. But to put it bluntly, the land along the Great River during the cold waves could only support thirty thousand people. These remaining fifty thousand tribes, beyond what the Earth Mother Goddess could sustain, were meant to be dead in the cold waves, returning to the womb of the Mother Goddess, but they were all brought southward by the Red Crow Tribe...