Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1841 - 1328: The Ming Empire’s Stele and the Nurkan Dutong Office

"Fish-Skin chieftain! Your settlement has a conveniently defensive wall, so many earthen houses, and a large tract of millet fields that can be harvested, this is truly a good place!"

"Haha! This is the best place within ten days' journey around! It's by the Great River, with excellent terrain, not fearing spring or summer floods. We migrated southward from the north, saw this place, and didn't want to leave! Our tribe expended great effort, lost quite a few warriors, to take it down! No matter who it is, they can't take this settlement away from us!"

Maha Agudah carried the Stone Hammer, his face brimming with pride, as he led Zuwaro into the camp. This abandoned settlement was large, flanked by the river on two sides, and forest and swamp on the others. A low earthen wall stretched along the river, with two or three hundred acres of distinctive millet fields nestled against it, scattered inside and outside the camp. The millet fields varied in depth, with quite a bit of unsorted weeds. But the degenerate millet was more resilient, its hairy long spikes swaying in the wind, even overshadowing the weeds.

"Chief Divine! Truly peculiar millet fields! The color of these spikes is quite different from what I saw on Maoshili Island... Fish-Skin chieftain, were these millet fields planted by the previous tribes? You must tend to them well to harvest more millet and sustain the whole tribe..."

"Haha! Boat-Using chieftain, these millet fields weren't planted by the previous tribes, they've been here for a long time! It seems that many years ago, they were planted by the Great Tribe that built this settlement... To be honest, the last tribe wouldn't have fought us to the death if not for these millet fields..."

Maha Agudah paused, looking at the chaotic scene of millet and weeds, shaking his head helplessly. He was an expert in warfare, renowned for his bravery among all tribes, and had even killed a tiger bare-handed! But to refocus on cultivating millet fields, bending over the disordered fields? It was a real pain, with little benefit, unable to harvest much millet.

"Boat-Using chieftain, our tribe isn't skillful in farming! As for farming to support the tribe? Have you eaten too many spicy mushrooms to jest so hilariously? From here, walking in any direction for a month, no tribe can sustain themselves solely on millet!"

"This vast expanse of millet, from the foot of the wall to the forest over there, even if harvested completely, could only sustain thirty people! These slightly toxic things are stored by the tribe during autumn to survive the harsh winter! Our daily meals still rely on hunting and fishing! However, with these millet stalks, we can raise a few more horses, and even bring a few pigs from the South to rear..."

Zuwaro blinked and estimated the area of the two or three hundred acres of millet fields, enough to sustain thirty strong men, that's eight acres to feed one person, depending on the mood of the weather... Such yields indeed cannot sustain a purely agricultural tribe. This vast forest and swamp area with the Great River suggest that all Forest Tribes here likely engage in semi-nomadic farming combined with fishing and hunting, while raising some livestock in passing.

"This place is even farther north than Maoshili Island, winters must be very cold! Japanese rice can't be cultivated, only these hardy millet... I wonder if the Kingdom's potatoes can grow here..."

As Zuwaro pondered, he followed the Fish-Skin chieftain into the settlement. The earthen houses varied in size, all rectangular, somewhat resembling the Kingdom's homes, yet with sloped thatched roofs instead of the flat roofs of Central America. The numerous houses indicated that the settlement once had a population of at least a thousand. Now, some roofs were missing, some walls collapsed halfway, and only a few still housed residents.

The Fish-Skin Tribe hadn't repaired these houses, likely because they weren't adept at it. Most lived in portable, pointed tents that could be dismantled and transported as they migrated. As for these dilapidated houses, they became storage for tribal supplies, wall frames for drying meat, and pens for dogs and horses.

"Fish-Skin chieftain! Do you know which Southern Great Tribe built this abandoned settlement and when? How long has it been deserted?"

"Boat-Using chieftain, I've already told you, we just captured this settlement! Which tribe once owned it, when it was built, no one knows anymore! But I can affirm that the Southern Great Tribe once here has completely left... Traveling south along the Great River for a month, you won't find any trace of them! Only their abandoned villages remain, but none are as large as this..."

Saying this, Maha Agudah, like a brown bear, shook his massive frame. Confidently raising his Stone Hammer, he declared menacingly to the Boat-Using Tribe arriving by boat.

"Boat-Using! No matter what, this place is now our Maha tribe's territory! I, Maha Agudah, will lead the tribe, defending here, continuing our tribe, smashing invading enemies flat! No one can wrest it from us unless every last Maha tribe warrior falls!"

Hearing the threat in his words, Zuwaro shook his head, smiling as he questioned the bold Maha tribe Great Chief "Maha Agudah."

"Maha Agudah, if the previous powerful Southern Tribe returns here with thousands of warriors, will you still fight to the death?"