From Chief to Ball

I don't know when she started to like this feeling of being protected.

Obviously not afraid of snakes, I don't know how many snakes I have strangled to be eaten by wolf cubs, but every time I see a snake, I will hide behind my brother and watch my brother hold the snake with a small stick with a fork. Then he ran out from behind his brother and clapped his hands.

Sometimes things like sharing fish can be calculated clearly, but I always go to my brother with a frown, watching my brother explain to me bit by bit, my brows are gradually relaxed, and my apricot-like eyes are narrowed into crescent moons .

She knew that there might be danger this time, but she looked at her brother's back and didn't know what to say after all.

When Chen Jian's figure was about to be blocked by trees, she shouted loudly: "Brother, come back early. You haven't told me why the pottery wheel turns. Our scales are also ready. What you said is funny." Don't forget!"

Chen Jian turned around, looked at Yu Qian'er with a serious face, suddenly covered his face with his hand, quickly wiped it and turned into a smiling face, and nodded at her.

In the past, Yu Qian'er would definitely laugh, but this time she couldn't make the corners of her mouth upturned even if she tried hard, and stared at Chen Jian's figure blocked by the bushes in a daze.

Chen Jian didn't say anything about life and death. Since the civet cat said that there were only more than 300 people on the opposite side, and only a hundred people could be beaten, it would be a joke if he led his clansmen to practice for so long and couldn't even beat them.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, looking far away at a wisp of green smoke by the river, he took a rope that was going to be tied to the beehive, bent a figure 8 on his feet, and climbed to a thick beehive by the friction of the rope. Looking from a distance on the pine tree.

This place is not too far from the river, and you can vaguely see a few figures by the river, grilling around the fire, and lying on the ground next to it are some animals that he has never seen before. horn.

After getting down from the tree, all the clansmen gathered around, Chen Jian looked at Langpi with a smile and said, "Brother, there are only five people over there, why are you so scared?"

"Five people? I don't know. When I saw the smoke, I thought of what Hua said, so I hurried over to tell you."

When the clansmen heard that there were only five people, they no longer felt nervous. They laughed at Wolfpi, who lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "Next time, I will definitely climb up the tree and have a look."

Chen Jian calmed down the emotions of the clansmen, but he was thinking in his heart.

Those beasts with horns were the four-legged people that the civet cat said, and they must be caught. Only in this way can the panic in the hearts of the tribe be eliminated.

Now there are more than 40 people by my side, and I am aware that the enemy is in the dark, so it is more than enough to deal with five people.

Those five people should be the scouts of the upstream tribe. Judging from the matter of lighting the fire, they are not professional.Maybe it's just the original hunter who didn't understand that humans are much more cunning and terrifying than animals.

"Wolfpi, you lead a few people with bows and quietly go to the road in the middle of the village to block them and shoot a round."

He estimated the distance and pointed to a big tree far away. Wolfpi looked at it and nodded, "Okay."

There is a plain beside the river, and the woods are still some distance away from the river bank.If they encounter an ambush, these five people will definitely run back along the same road.Because the animals they ride have long horns, they don't like to drill into the woods, and they probably don't have the concept of ambushes yet.

Ten people on the wolf belt ran towards the big tree, while Chen Jian led the rest to the back of the five people, further upstream of the Caohe River.

This time I didn't bring so many weapons, only stone spears, stone axes, bows and arrows to guard against tigers and bears.

Chen Jian knew that those five people must be riding herbivores. They are generally very timid. Even if the horses have not been trained, they will subconsciously avoid sharp spears. For a long time, the charge of war horses is With blindfolds, don't worry.

I took a look at the open land by the river, and the grass as tall as half a person was just right for hiding.The remaining 30 people were divided into two teams, one team followed him in ambush in the middle, and the other team asked Song to ambush on the side.

As for things like being scared away, don't worry about it for the time being. This group of people has seen it all. According to the old grandmother, even bigger animals with long noses were killed a long time ago.

On the contrary, it was the buzzing bites of these damned mosquitoes that made them unbearable. Chen Jian got some wild mint and wormwood, and painted them all over the body. The tribe also learned from them.

They were talking in a low voice as if they were hunting, and they used to hide like this when hunting timid animals such as deer.

While waiting anxiously, I don't know how long it took, when suddenly there was a strange cry.The clansmen immediately clenched the stone spears in their hands, pushed aside the grass and looked ahead.

In the distance, two men with disheveled hair were galloping forward on horned deer, looking back from time to time, and one of them had a feathered arrow stuck in his body.

The clansmen saw clearly this time, it turned out to be a human, but they were just riding on some animal, and the last bit of tension in their hearts was gone.

It seemed that Wolfpi had already led someone to shoot three of them to death, leaving only two.

The two people in the distance had nothing in their hands, they just kept kicking the soft belly of the horned deer with their feet.

The horned deer were panting, and the owner was still urging them, but their physical strength was limited after all, and the speed was already very slow.

Chen Jian watched the two men getting closer, shouted, and suddenly jumped out of the grass with a dozen tribesmen, and rushed forward with spears straightened.

The two riders had no idea that there would be someone in the grass, and subconsciously pulled the vines on the antlers.

The horned deer watched those yelling people rushing towards them with sharp spears, and instinctively ran towards the woods on the right, trying to avoid the dozen or so green-painted monsters.

The hesitation of the rider and the instinct of the horned deer made the clansmen rush forward a few more steps.

Chen Jian yelled into the nearby grass at the top of his voice, "Bump!"

The Songhe people who were hiding in the grass had been training for more than a month. Even though they had no wicker shields and only stone axes in their hands, they still subconsciously stood up and howled towards the two horned deer that were close at hand.

The distance is very close, so close that the formation of these people is very tight, and they are not scattered due to the difference in speed.

Seven or eight people were almost leaning together, running as hard as they usually hit the haystack.

After approaching, instead of raising the stone axe, he slumped his shoulders and slammed into it with a sideways body.This is a habit formed after being punished many times for carrying stones.

The dense formation was like a tumbling wave, hitting the horned deer in unison, knocking the two dazed horned deer to the ground with a bang.

The horned deer kicked its hooves in horror, trying to stand up again, but the group of people pressed tightly on the horned deer, and the two people were also pressed down together.

The two grumbled and didn't know what they were shouting, only the panic in their voices could be heard.

Song desperately grabbed the foot of a man, whose other foot was pressed under his body by the horned deer, unable to move, waving his hands in search of a usable weapon.

There were no stones here, so he pulled out a handful of grass, shouted, and smashed the grass to the pine with all his strength, but in vain, the grass blades that symbolized the last resistance were blown away in the air by the wind.

The loose palm pinched the opponent's ankle like a clam, and he couldn't help being surprised.

Although he trusted Chen Jian very much, he never thought that the power of this side-by-side impact would be so great, and that such a huge beast would be knocked to the ground directly from the side by them.

Glancing to the side, the other rider was not much better, his face was covered in blood and grass juice, he touched a stone and threw it backwards, hitting one of them on the forehead.

The angry clansman severed his ankle with a stone axe, and the blood flowed out, gathering on the ground like a poisonous snake, biting the fresh life.

Song thought of the same situation when his own people were killed by the Meteor tribe, smelled the strong smell of blood, and thought that one day their blood would flow out like this.

Chen Jian and others also rushed over. He yelled and told the tribe not to use spears, but the tribe had no choice but to grab the deer's hooves or put it on top of the deer.

The horned deer was terrified, but it was a pity that it was difficult to even breathe, and it couldn't get up at all.Only now did Chen Jian see clearly what the group of people were riding, and was slightly disappointed.

This is a red deer or horned deer. It is huge and can be ridden, but the deer is easily frightened and is not suitable as a cavalry mount at all.Cultivated land is far inferior to cattle and horses. They have too little fat and do not have enough endurance.

"Tie up this one alive, and tie up the two deer."

The tribe immediately got busy, the horned deer widened its eyes, neighed loudly, and wanted to turn over, but was pinned down by these experienced hunters.

One of the two riders on the ground obviously couldn't survive, and the clansmen ignored him.

His ankle was broken, and he couldn't stand up, so he could only crawl forward.

Holding the grass on the ground with both hands, he moved little by little towards his village, leaving a trail of blood behind him.