From Chief to Ball

The younger son returned to the mountain pass with a few people. After meeting the scouts sent by Chen Jian, he retreated little by little. The tribe retreated to the city.

In the army formation, Chen Jian and the captains were unclear, so the civet cat asked, "What are they doing? They came here to give us a skull?"

Wolf Pi also shook his head and said: "I don't understand. If they want to fight, now is the best time. We still have to cut the wheat. As long as we wander around the mountain pass for a few days, we people can only hold spears and cannot go It takes a long time to harvest with those slaves."

The authorities are confused by the bystanders, but this is not a chess game, but a war. No one can jump out and observe from the perspective of God.They know their own shortcomings and weaknesses, but the other party doesn't know how important this season is to the city.

At the beginning, Chen Jian also fell into this thinking trap, until he walked a long way, he suddenly said: "Do you think they don't know that we do the winter thing at all? They don't know that we are harvesting wheat now." ? Maybe they heard about our tribe and wanted to exchange with us?"

He took out a horse mane from the skull, looked at it carefully and said: "Look, there is a knot tied in the middle of this hair, right in the middle, and both sides are the same length, it should mean that you want to exchange it?"

If it was a balance, Chen Jian might have understood it long ago, but the other tribe obviously didn't know what a balance was.Scales are equal in weight, and horsehairs are equal in length. Equality is the basis of exchange, but it does not necessarily mean equal weight, as long as it is an extended meaning of equality.

Several captains held the horse mane and looked at it for a long time, and they also felt that what Chen Jian said was reasonable, which was probably the case, and they couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

The wolf fur wanted to ride a horse a long time ago. Although he didn't know what it was called, he said angrily at this time: "If I knew they wanted to exchange it, we should exchange it. Use clay pots, salt, etc. to exchange those livestock. How great. If there are many replacements, we can all ride and kill their tribe in a few days, and those livestock will all be ours, and we don’t have to share them with the Eyue tribe.”

"That's right, it will take more than ten days for us to walk there. If E Yue finds out, who knows if he will sneak attack on our city. Although the woman's words are nice, I can't believe them all. If everyone rides that kind of livestock, it will be soon..."

Several people sighed, but they didn't understand the language, and they really didn't have time now. If these people came a month later, I would have plenty of time to deal with them.

Chen Jian looked at a few unhappy clansmen and said, "Forget it, it will be ours sooner or later. If you don't want to change it, go get it yourself."

Looking at the neat soldiers around him, this is the source of his confidence.

Whether to change it or take it by yourself depends on the strong.

However, it seems that the exchange is simpler now, and it is the choice to maximize the benefits.

……

In the valley, the scouts sent by Chen Jian made sure that the other party had retreated, so they stopped keeping distance from the riders and slowly retreated.

The men on horseback also breathed a sigh of relief from their nervousness. The scouts riding the horned deer on the opposite side put a lot of pressure on them, and the sharp short swords and spears made them very uncomfortable.

The youngest son of the leader felt relieved when he saw the retreating scouts. He smiled and said to the clansmen next to him, "We will have pots to use in a short time. The ones we got last time were too few. My mother found out that they can Boil mare's milk and goat's milk in clay pots to make milk skin oil, which tastes very good."

"Yes, it would be great if we had enough salt. We don't have to go to the tribes in the north to ask for it every year. They occupy the salt lake. It is becoming more and more difficult to change the nitrate and salt of the tanner. If this tribe has it, We can exchange a lot for one horse, and the tribesmen in the north also have horses, so they can't exchange much."

"If it can be exchanged, I would rather exchange my string of scalps for a few clay pots..."

Several people were talking and laughing and retreated slowly. When they retreated to the river valley where they saw the fireworks, the leader's youngest son was talking while staring at a big gadfly on horseback.

He was going to slap the gadfly to death when it landed, because he was reluctant to let the gadfly bite his steed.

Just as he raised his hand, before he could put it down, he heard a noise and a sharp pain in his chest. It seemed that something penetrated his body, turned over and fell off the horse. The gadfly escaped, but He was also taken aback and flew away buzzing.

Suddenly five people rushed out from a distance, they opened their bows and arrows and shot. Three people were defenseless, one fell off the horse, and the other horse was also stabbed by the spear. They ran wildly towards the woods, knocking the rider on his back to the ground. .

The youngest son of the leader was already dead, with a feathered arrow stuck in his throat, he twitched a few times on the ground, bleeding all over the ground.

The man who was still on the horse looked in horror at the five people who jumped down from the bushes not far away, clamped the horse's belly tightly, and shouted at the partner who was overturned by the horse: "Grab the tail of the horse!" ! Run!"

The partner stood up, and his horse ran away. He held the horse's tail tightly with both hands, and ran after him. He closed his eyes and prayed to the spirit of war, so that the feathered arrows behind him would not fall on him.

Perhaps praying was really useful. He opened his eyes out of breath when he knew he couldn't hear the shouting in his ears. His foot had been punctured, but at least he was still alive.

"Go and tell the chief! Those people killed his son!"

Chapter 79 A White Horse Is Not a Horse

After the five men killed the man, they cut off the head, and the corporal put it on his back, scratching the pimple on his face that was bitten by the mosquito.

"It's a pity, two of them ran away. That man dragged his tail and ran faster."

Looking at the head, the corporal was very satisfied. This head was the same as the one from the wolf skin last time, with hair the same color as bird droppings, and high eye sockets. It was definitely the group of people last time.

Next to it was a horse that had been stabbed by a spear and had its hoof sunk in a mouse hole and broke off. Its purplish-black lips were turned, and it had no strength left to shake its tail to drive away the horseflies on its body.

The soldier on the side looked at the fallen body and said with a smile: "What do you think we will be rewarded for Jianneng? I just want a claw comb, but Yuqian is very strict and won't give me anything. You said this time Can I give it?"

"Is it enough? Let's kill one out of five..."

The corporal kicked the dying horse and said: "I don't want to think about it, at least I have meat to eat at night. This thing is really big, at least there are five or six sheep. These days I eat fern root and fish soup all day long, even if I change it Changing the taste is worth the few mosquito bites just now."

After speaking, he stabbed the half-dead horse to death with a sword, and several people laughed and split the horse. One of them carried a horse's leg, and the rest were still here, and hurried towards the city.

"I've known for a long time that we have to fight. Those people will definitely not be able to defeat our clansmen, and they will definitely retreat from here. But it seems that we haven't fought?"

"We lit the fireworks before, Jian must have brought people here, and they ran away when they saw that they couldn't beat them."

Several people were laughing and talking, not taking the person they just killed seriously at all, and the topic quickly shifted to whether this animal is good or not.

The corporal lived for a few more years and expressed his opinion: "Those with long tails are not tasty. You see, deer, rabbits, and sheep all have short tails, and snakes have long tails. Snakes are not tasty."

"It doesn't matter if this food tastes good or not. It can be ridden, but it is much bigger than horned deer, and it has no horns, so it can drill into the woods."

"It's a pity that no one was caught alive. Last time, Jian exchanged a hundred female slaves for six cows. If we caught one alive, maybe he would be happier."

A few people thought about the possible rewards, walked briskly, and quickly walked out of the mountain pass. Looking at the team that was still walking back slowly, they shouted a few times, but they were too far away to hear them. They wished to let the tribe know now. The good news.

At the other end of the valley, the two fleeing people cried and told the leader what happened just now. The leader froze there for a long time before he raised his head and let out a sad wolf howl.

That was his youngest son. After that son was born, he was shot in the lower abdomen when he was fighting. Although he didn't die, even if he slept with a woman after that, the woman would not give birth to his child.

He wanted his son to go through some experience and do something to convince the tribe, but he didn't expect to ruin his son's life.

"Who killed it?"

"It's the people of that tribe. I saw those people combing their hair and wearing the same clothes as those people. They seem to have been hiding in the woods."

The leader gritted his teeth, jumped off the horse, and broke a branch, trying to vent his anger.

But he was just a leader, not a king, and he couldn't beat his clansmen to vent his anger, and he couldn't bear to beat his snow-white steed without a single hair, which was only a pair of swan wings short of the legendary War Spirit's mount.

I had no choice but to beat a small tree fiercely, peeling off the bark of the tree like crazy.

After venting, he gradually calmed down. Since the leader of the opposite clan accepted the skull, it shouldn't be his order, maybe it was just killed by his clan members inadvertently?

Thinking of this, he jumped on his horse and shouted: "Go back! Grab those men! Smash them with stones! Drink their blood!"

With a shout, the clansmen turned their horses and ran towards the mountain pass like lightning.

He wanted to grab those people with his own hands, crush them with stones, wrap his son's body, and make them his son's slaves in another world forever.

The five people he wanted to catch had already reached the river valley plain, and met the clansmen who had broken their backs behind them. The clansmen looked at the head in the hands of the corporal in surprise, and the four legs of the horse that looked good.

"You killed it?"