Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 1931 1402: Waaagh! The Great Era of Gummy People Fusion!

Caribbean Sea surging, Gulf of Mexico turbulent clouds flying. On the East Sea Islands, the conflict and exchange between the New and Old World are just the prelude to a more magnificent era. The entire chess game of the Americas is undergoing dramatic changes with the expansion and conquest of the Mexica!"Chief Divine blesses us! After months of sailing, we've finally reached the Maya Coast again! This time, we've brought two thousand Grassland Barbarians, finally able to account to the fierce Black Wolf General!"

Totonac's oar-sail ship fleet once returned from the distant Red Crow Territory, from the "flowing Great River" as called by the Prairie Tribes, returning from the future Grande River basin. After a long voyage, the fleet, loaded from trading with the Red Crow, arrived starving at the northern tip of the Yucatan Peninsula. Subsequently, they docked at the port of the "Demon's Tail-End of the World," that is, Tail Village, unloading a total of two thousand tribespeople!

These tribespeople from the North American Prairie's border came from various origins, even they couldn't figure it out clearly. They included downstream Coahuiltecan (Coahuiltecan) and Karankawa (Karankawa), as well as mid-to-downstream Toboso (Toboso), Jumano (Jumano), and Comanche (Comanche), all of which were gathered, seduced, coerced, and captured by the Red Crow Tribe Alliance.

The farthest of these groups was a Pueblo Tribe's (Pueblo) group of over a hundred people, located upstream two thousand miles away, nearly touching the Opata Mountain tribes that Feathers sneak attacked. Early last year, they were raided by the savage Apache Tribes, who stole the village's food and occupied their ancestral hunting grounds.

Then, impoverished, the tribe was forced to migrate southward, trekking over a thousand miles to seek a faint path to survival. But in reality, according to migration traditions of millennia, they were likely to either eat or be eaten, probably facing eighty to ninety percent death…

However, unexpected twists deviating from tradition kept occurring on the northern plains. This southbound tribe unexpectedly met a hundred-strong vanguard team of Ah Lan. After a fight, somehow negotiated, they were half lured, half coerced, to the lower river, bewilderedly boarding the large ships they had never seen…

By this moment, disoriented, they clambered off the ship after two months of sailing, having come from the waist-high grass of the Great River basin to a lush forest sea with no river in sight! That was a lengthy migration of six-seven thousand miles, unimaginable for the tribe!

You say what a mess this is, while originally eating Safflower's sorrel and singing Pueblo migration songs, how suddenly they were hijacked by a band of Red-haired Crow Tribe? And even traded off through the Black-haired Sea Snake Tribe to another Red-haired Gray Wolf Tribe? This made the entire Central America leap across straight from the North American Prairie right into the Maya Jungle!

"Haha! Black Wolf Leader is absent, today I, Red Frog am in charge!… Come! Divide these wolf pups into twenty-person squads, then contest to select team leaders! Tell them to fight fiercely! Once you're a team leader, you'll eat your fill; under a leader, you can only be half full!"

Red Frog Kaka inserted one hand on his waist, holding a heavy axe with another, delightfully appraising these "Grassland Barbarians" who are even more north than Wilderness Dog Descendants. He watched these lean and hungry barbarians, hearing the promise of a full meal, eyes lighting up green, making chaotic cries. Then, they grit their teeth, fiercely entangled with each other, biting and clawing with nails, like starving North American gray wolves!

"Wahaha! Good! Fight well!… Come! A leader has emerged in this team! Let him eat his fill!… Hmm?! Despite starving like this, fighting bloody-faced, you dare to bite me? Haha! Really fierce! Good, good!"

This vibrant scene brought a joyous smile to Red Frog Kaka's face. A decade ago if there was no food on the wilderness, he couldn't help but slaughter these hungry wolf pups. But now, as a Kingdom General, arriving in the warm Maya Jungle, he lacked no food in his hands, only needing such tooth-baring, fighting "same clan"!

"Wahaha! Truly great! With these two thousand people, we can drive twenty thousand Maya tribespeople! Plus, the village settlements south of the port can be truly controlled, no longer fearing those swaying wall-head grasses!"

Red Frog Kaka having fought from north to south, west to east, isn't the naive and reckless kind from the southbound years. He could secure the rear for Black Wolf Town, clearly grasping these new Maya tribes' intentions.

Bowing their heads obediently, when the Kingdom army appears, these Maya Tribes will pay their tributes and manpower adequately. But once outside the Kingdom army's sight, various chaotic thoughts would sprout like jungle vines, easily cultivating disloyalty! The further into inland jungle, away from the coast, local Maya tribes become increasingly rebellious, swaying like wall-head grasses!

And the Kingdom could only pacify a large Maya village with hundreds of tribespeople by stationing dozens of able-fighting "Highland Barbarians" and forcibly intermarrying with chieftain families… to truly transform them into "Kingdom Loyal Villages"!

"Heh! A fire in the mountain forest burns away the intertwined bushes… yet without planting big tree seeds, those grasses, branches, vines… will re-emerge… Right now, bringing northern tribes over is like planting saplings directly, truly the fastest and best way!"

Watching over two thousand Grassland Barbarians, selecting a hundred team leaders, then being "instilled" with regimental rules and spirit by the Red-haired Dog Descendant's long spears… Red Frog Kaka gleefully smiled.

"Very good! Just like this! Very spirited! Keep fighting!"

In this Mexica eastbound conquest, unprecedented in the Maya lands, the era of re-forging the tribal furnace of the Gummy People silently dawns!

This time, not merely Wilderness Dog Descendants heading south to impact Highland Tribes, but the North American Grassland Barbarians crossing six thousand miles eastward to disrupt the consolidated Maya World! This is an unprecedented tribal clash and fusion in the whole Central America world!

"Chief Divine blesses us! We need more and more main force supplements! Without these gathered migrating tribes coming to settle, intermarry, and guard… wanting to truly conquer these stubborn jungle Long-headed Tribes—this lifetime, I, Red Frog wouldn't know if I'd ever see that!"

Thinking this, Red Frog Kaka looked in awe at the vast green forest sea of the south, shaking his head. This endless jungle itself is the Maya Long-headed Tribes' best shield. This cannot be occupied long-term by sheer military force alone!

And to cultivate the Kingdom's core base, no longer relying on unpredictable Maya vassal clans… besides having priests preach and convert in various ways, only continuously migrating northern tribes and assimilating and intermarrying with local tribes could achieve it!

"Wahaha! Under the red sky, there must be red tribes. Red tribes must have red hair!… Wahaha! Bring that dye crushed by what bugs, bring it to me, barrel by barrel! I want all those fierce Grassland team leaders dyed red-haired!"

"From now on, they are members of the legion, your same-clan warriors! Feed them well, and give them a good thrashing to energize them and keep to the rules! Oh, please invite the Chief God Priest over, let them pray daily; only after praying can they eat, anyone disobedient gets whipped again!… Remember to invite strong War Priests, not those with thin arms!"

"Wahaha! These snarl-tearing wolf pups, I find them dear! They only obey capable fighters, true warriors unlike those odd jungle tribes deceived by their Long-headed Priests, frequently fleeing or attacking suicidally… Thin arms, people unable to fight, how dare they be priests and shamans?… These Mayans definitely have a problem, like prairie prickly mice on the wilderness plagued by parasitic bugs!"

Red Frog Kaka shook his head and tail, giving a personal judgment on the Long-headed Tribes. Then, thumping his chest vigorously, he roared bear-like at the line-up of spirit-instilled Grassland tribes.

"New wolf pups, all look clearly, recognize my face, recognize our hair!… From today, you are the Red-haired Tribe, and I am your second smartest, second-able-deputy Leader!"

"The smartest, most capable Black Wolf Leader, you will get to see eventually! Now, you must all obey me! Anyone who disobeys me, disobeys the smart Red Frog leader… I will chop them down with my big axe!!"

"Shout out to me! Praise Chief Divine! Praise the Great Chief! Praise Black Wolf Leader! And praise me, Red Frog!… Wahahahaha!"