The Egret Long River winds eastward, resembling a jade belt on the Northern Land, encircling the vibrant plains. A kingdom's longship is rowing against the river, moving upstream towards the vast west.
"River... Plain... Village... Camp..."
Old Militia Chiwaco stood on the bow, looking at the open scenery along the shore, quite different from the Totonac people's jungle. On both sides of the Egret River are plains with sparse tall grass, where herds of deer and wild rabbits can be seen running.
And in the greenish woods, every few dozen miles, one can see villages built with thatched cottages, or camps with dug-out pit houses. The former belong to the migrating Vastec Tribe, while the latter are semi-settled camps of the Jananbure Tribe. They all submit tribute to the Great Red Crow Tribe, providing manpower and food.
"What do these villages plant... What do they usually eat?"
"Uh..."
