From Chief to Ball

No one wants to die, even for a seemingly noble reason, so people from the Meteorite tribe are needed to help them make a choice.

A few men who stayed at home came to the crowd with swords in hand. The leaders didn't know what to say. Hearing the cries of the children and looking at the woman's frightened eyes, they burst into tears and hugged each other. Crouching on the ground with his head bowed, he turned into howling.

She didn't know what to say, let her sisters and brothers die?

The clansmen looked anxiously at the wailing leader, feeling even more uneasy.

"What's the matter?"

"What did the priest say?"

"Are we just going to wait here? Are those people going to kill us?"

The priestess came over and said angrily, "What's the use of crying? Is the whole clan dead or just a few? As long as there are children and women who can give birth to babies, the clan can continue. Can crying kill all the enemies? "

She looked around and said her plan. The women were all terrified. They hugged the children tightly and naturally blocked in front of the elders in the clan. They were all their mothers or aunts.

"If you don't want them to die, you die. They are old and will die sooner or later. Do you want to die for her?"

A woman holding a child shook her head at a loss, and glanced at the child in her arms. She wanted to watch the child grow up, but that's how her mother watched her grow up back then.

Amid the woman's cries, the old people behind pushed away the daughters standing in front of them, and the disabled man picked up the spears and stones silently with his curled hands.

They didn't turn around again, and they didn't dare to look at the young clansman again. They walked to the wooden fence, just like trying those uneaten plants during a famine.

Hundreds of people stood in front of the fence, watching the blazing fire, pushed open the fence door, and someone took the first step.

The moment they took that step, the cries of hundreds of women saw them off, echoing endlessly in the mountains.

A dozen men mixed in, hidden at the end, they are everyone's hope.

Without causing confusion, a dozen people would not be able to rush out at all, and would be shot and killed like prey.

Anyone who rushed out during the siege battle had to be covered by someone to create chaos, otherwise there would be no chance, even if this person had undeserved courage.

The priestess pointed to the junction between the two camps and shouted: "Run there!"

The old people felt like male praying mantises eaten by female praying mantises, holding high the spear-throwing stones, screaming in old and hoarse voices, rushing towards the road of inevitable death.

The cries just now woke up the people in the camp. The soldiers on duty at night noticed the change and blew their whistle early.

The soldiers in the camp picked up their weapons following the whistle, and stood outside the camp. The captains organized their formation, not knowing what was crying on the mountain.

Chen Jian led the soldiers from the middle camp to the outside of the camp. The group of people had crossed the first fire and were rushing towards the gap in the junction.

The drum sounded, and the team immediately moved fifty steps to the left and stopped. The archers stood in front of the hand-to-hand soldiers, waiting for orders.

Looking at the group of people rushing out, Chen Jian sighed helplessly.

A slave is a tool that can talk, and a tool that can't work but can only eat is unqualified.

One hundred and sixty and seventy people rushed towards this direction in a mess. They didn't want to rush out, they just wanted to bring chaos to Chen Jian, and let the dozen or so people rush out while taking advantage of the chaos.

The soldiers were not nervous. The opponents were a group of old and weak. If it was a real battlefield, some people might not be able to resist drawing their bows ahead of time, but now they were calmly waiting for orders.

One hundred steps, eighty steps...

The rushing team was sparse, and the one who ran at the front was a young man whose right finger was bitten off by a wolf during a hunt. Fortunately, he survived under the care of his clansmen.

The remaining left hand held a stone, and he felt that he could throw the stone on the enemy's head by running a little further.

However, the last distance was difficult to cross. He seemed to hear the sound of a man shouting "shoot the arrow" and the sound of the bow creaking.

He saw a man in the team raise a dark sword, and then saw the feathered arrow flying towards him. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, but there was a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Two feathered arrows were inserted between his chest and abdomen, and the severe pain made him cry out, but he didn't stop, and tried to run a few steps forward, but finally failed.

Before falling to the ground, he desperately threw the stone in his hand at the person who shouted to shoot the arrow, staggered and fell to the ground.

The feather arrow broke and pierced his body, and he raised his head with the last of his strength, trying to see if the stone hit it.

The stone missed, and it was still far away from Chen Jian.

The first round of volleys was a little farther away, hitting more than 30 people, and the archers quickly drew their feather arrows.

"Back after shooting!"

Chen Jian shouted, and the archers immediately drew their bows and arrows, aimed at the person who was already forty steps away, let go of their fingers, and immediately retreated behind the melee soldiers.

The hand-to-hand soldier with a spear took a step forward, stood neatly as usual in training, and yelled at the same time.

The enemies in front of them were defenseless, and the weapons in their hands were only stones and logs, which were far easier to deal with than last time.

An old woman with a feathered arrow hanging from her arm held a stone with her eyes closed, and she herself forgot that she still had a stone in her hand.

Three spears were handed out at the same time, piercing her body, and she fell to the ground before she could even scream.

The person next to him took advantage of the opportunity of the three spears to rush into the gap, and was immediately hooked by the spears on both sides, dragged hard, and his throat was cut open.

Chen Jian beat the war drum, and the acorn on the right heard the sound of the drum, and knew that it was for him to lead people around.

The five teams of 25 people immediately turned around and surrounded the group of people from the right side behind and to the side. Although it seemed to Acorn that dealing with these people was unnecessary, on the battlefield he only listened to the sound of drums, otherwise he would be whipped .

Twenty-five people were walking as fast as they could, and the squads were no longer evenly spaced, but the formation of five wasn't too spread out.

Of the one hundred and sixty-seven enemies who rushed to the front, only less than a hundred remained, and a dozen figures took advantage of the confusion and ran out from the gap on the left.

Someone behind them had already noticed them, and there were more than 30 civet cats waiting behind the camp.

But Chen Jian didn't beat the drums to make them move, he could only watch helplessly as the group of people fled away dozens of steps away.

The civet cat felt that Chen Jian let them run away on purpose, otherwise there would be so many people around, no one would be able to get out, and those old and weak people would not be able to create much chaos.

The battle ahead, or the massacre was still going on. When Acorn led five teams and rolled over from the side, the remaining people finally lost their courage.

Except for one spearman who was smashed out of the corner of his eye by a stone, no other damage was done.

The remaining more than 40 people finally felt panic, dropped everything in their hands, ran backwards with their heads in their hands, and didn't care about anything. A few people tripped over the corpses on the ground, stood up again with hands and feet, clutching like crazy head.

Chen Jian beat the war drum again, this time it meant that there was no need to maintain the formation, the auxiliary soldiers pursued, and the soldiers did not move.

The auxiliary soldiers standing behind the warriors held stone axes and spears, and chased those who would rather be cut on the neck than turn around to resist. When they chased to the fourth fire, the sharp pottery whistle blew Move, meaning no more chasing.

A few people chased after them, but they ignored the whistle and rushed to the front and hacked two people to death before returning.

But Song, who was in charge of the execution in the team, didn't appreciate their courage, and said coldly: "If you don't listen to orders, five whips, write it down."

Chen Jian nodded in satisfaction, sniffed the smell of blood in the air, heard the groaning of the surviving people lying on the ground, and waved his hands: "The auxiliary soldiers go to check the corpses, help them if they are not dead, give them a good time. Soldiers return to camp and rest."