"In the same way, if we mobilize troops for the Vastek people, we can gain their support. The tribespeople from various groups can become our eyes, helping us to relay messages. And the Mexica are careless, scattered, perfect for defeating them piece by piece!... Father, please give me two thousand warriors! I am confident that, like hunting, I can make this army from Suiqiu City bleed continuously, growing weaker and weaker, until they have no return, entombed in the vast mountain forest!"
Hearing Alan's detailed tactical idea, Amoxtli stroked his chin, somewhat surprised in his heart. He smiled, sincerely praising his daughter.
"Alan, you truly have the ability to lead an army of two thousand! When I was your age, I didn't have such insight. It seems, it's time to let you out, leading a team of tribal warriors, to gain more experience, and also accumulate some prestige within the tribe!"
Upon hearing the words, Alan's spirit lifted, showing joy on her face.
