The sea wind blew through the camp tents, and the air was thick with damp. Alan sat inside the tent, her eyes on the map, but her thoughts had flown far away. She straightened her back, touched the Obsidian dagger at her waist, and for the first time, tried to think like a chief.
"Father, since this northward migration of the tribe has been entrusted to me, I have to do it well! You need to help me move the tribe as quickly as possible, in time for this year's spring plowing. The seaside lowlands are very warm. Even if we drag it out to late May or early June, we can still farm. We can sow a little later, but we must clear as much land as possible, so we can harvest more grain in autumn."
"Good. The migration north must be quick, and we must clear as much farmland as possible! I've already chosen the first group of people moving north. They're all from close and obedient tribes. Tonight, I'll summon the headmen of every tribe and urge them to go north."
Amoxi smiled and nodded in agreement. He looked at Alan, patiently listened to his daughter's thoughts, and offered some suggestions of his own.
"Of course, my daughter, if you want to hold these northbound tribes firmly in your hands, you must have a reliable tribal force! I'll give you five hundred from the Red Crow Tribe itself, five hundred from the Spear Battalion, and draw another thousand tribal warriors from the various tribes. And you must learn to grasp men's hearts, make the warriors feel awe, and make them obey your orders. Alan, do you know how to do that?"
"Hmm... make the warriors feel awe and obey orders."
Alan tilted her head and blinked. She