From Chief to Ball

After climbing a few steps, he climbed back again, muttering something, holding his severed foot with both hands, screaming and trying to put it on, but it still fell down.

He was crying, holding his broken foot with one hand, cursing in words that Chen Jian and his tribe couldn't understand, turning over and crawling forward little by little.

He wanted to go home, to sit by the fire and drink deer milk, to hunt with his people, even if he migrated every once in a while like long ago.

My eyes gradually became blurred and black, my body was very cold, as if it had snowed, and my eyes seemed to be the rows of towering houses made of birch bark, as if I had seen the ocher painting in the village. The stone of the red fish seems to be within reach.

"Maybe the red fish can find a way to fit my foot..."

As he thought about it, he couldn't feel the pain in his ankle anymore, and he told himself again that Red Fish could fix his foot, so he believed it himself.

Grabbing the grass forward with one hand, the other tightly hugged his feet.

He doesn't want round clay pots anymore, he just wants his own feet.

Chapter 9 Murder and Burial

Of course the broken foot couldn't be connected, that person would definitely die, the blood stained the grass, and the blood line drawn would always come to an end.

Wars in this era are cruel and basically unorganized. They cannot be arranged in an upright manner like in later generations, and it is difficult to resolve family hatred.

Chen Jian went over to look at the man who had died. Perhaps there were too many wild animals hunted, so he didn't feel much.

"Let's set it on fire."

Afraid of spreading the plague, the tribesmen piled up firewood and set up a fire, and there was a disgusting burnt smell in the air.

The captured man looked at the fire in the distance and muttered something. Even though he was tied up, he was still struggling hard, and he was honest after being punched loosely.

The clansmen were all looking at Chen Jian. This time, none of the clansmen were injured, and they also snatched two strange beasts.

This can be regarded as the first battle he has led the tribe to fight since he was a military leader. A battle of thirty men fighting two is really nothing to brag about.

But Song saw the horror of lining up and charging; the rest felt the joy of victory, and letting the last trace of worry dissipate from their hearts was always something to celebrate.

The clansmen shouted towards the sky like wolves, tied up the two horned deer with rattan, and a dozen people pulled one of them and waited here.

Someone went to the top of the mountain to tell those clansmen who were still in fear, and the clansmen came down one after another. Yuqianer wanted to have a few words with her brother, but was soon attracted by the two horned deer, walked to the side of the horned deer, and looked at the Two weird deer, she had never seen such a big deer.

The two deer were a little panicked, but the resistance was not fierce. It seems that they have been domesticated for a long time, and they are not wild-caught.

There is a huge difference between domestication and domestication. Domesticated ones may return to wildness at any time, but domesticated ones are no longer afraid of people, and even if they change owners, they will be nervous at most.

Several women approached and touched the horned deer. The horned deer moved its ears a little timidly, and kicked its hoof lightly, but it did not avoid it.

"what is this?"

Chen Jian tilted his head and looked. The antlers of this deer were forked and tall. It should be a kind of red deer, not a big-horned deer. The antlers of big-horned deer are connected into pieces.

But there was no horse at this time, and he didn't want to refer to a deer as a horse. If it was a horse in the future, he would have to make up a word, so he said it was a horned deer.

The women liked this tall animal very much, and they went to the grass to pick some seeds, put them in their hands and fed them.

The two horned deer sniffed, hesitated, and finally did not eat.

The women were a little disappointed, Chen Jian smiled and said, "I ate after two days of hunger."

Yu Qian'er curled her lips and said, "You said the same thing when you fed the little wolf cubs last time, but one still starved to death without eating."

"This one is different."

Chen Jian felt that he couldn't explain the difference between domestication and domestication for a while, so he didn't explain much.

After waiting for a while, Langpi and others hurried over from the lower reaches, shouting a few times from afar.

When he saw the two live horned deer, he was also very happy.He saw the appearance of those servants riding on the horned deer, but unfortunately, two of the three deer were killed by the tribe, and one leg was injured by an arrow, and the tribe behind them were watching.

Chen Jian looked at the sky and said: "It's still early, our beehives have to be taken back. Some people go back and tell the people at home that everything is fine."

"Someone went back and told."

"Well, then let's wait here. Go to some people and divide the two dead deer and carry them back first. Song, do you still remember how I treated the wound?"

"Remember, I picked a lot of that kind of grass."

"Go and try and see if you can cure that deer."

Song nodded and walked downstream with a few people. The rest of the tribe surrounded the two deer. Some people wanted to go up and ride, but they felt a little scared and looked at Chen Jian involuntarily.

Chen Jian looked at the smooth back of the deer, but he could not ride steadily.After pondering for a while, he made two circles with the rope, slowly approached the horned deer, stroked its fur lightly, and only quietly put the rope on the horned deer's back when the other party was no longer alert.

After the bottom was also tied, one foot stepped into the noose, turned over and sat on the back of the horned deer.

The clansmen looked at Chen Jian worriedly. The horned deer felt that there was someone on its back, and it was not its own master. It was a little reluctant, but in the end it just kicked it lightly a few times and stopped moving.

The crowd finally erupted into cheers. Although Chen Jian sat very tall, taller than them all, and looked so different, the clansmen didn't have any sense of hierarchy, and they cheered only because their clan could also ride horned deer. up.

Chen Jian held the horned deer's neck with both hands, and took his feet off the noose. If the deer was startled, it would fall at most without the noose, but with the noose, it might be dragged to death.

Yu Qian'er looked up at Chen Jian from below, and shouted: "Brother, I want to go up too."

"We also want to..."

The clansmen shouted, Chen Jian jumped down, helped Yu Qianer up, and let her sit sideways on the back of the deer, Yu Qianer gently touched the back of the horned deer, full of joy.

The clansmen had their best time on it one by one, and it was not over until the horned deer became impatient.

"Can I ride it when I go back?"

"No. No one is allowed to ride until they are mature."

Chen Jian was afraid of danger, so the tribe had no choice but to agree. With the aura of "victory", his words carried more weight than before.

At least in the eyes of the clansmen, it was a big victory. One clansman was uninjured, but four of them died on the other side. They also captured two horned deer and one wounded one, and the other two dead ones could be eaten for two days.

It will definitely be very lively in the village tonight, and the clansmen can't help but look forward to the bonfire at night.Finally, in the evening, several people went to tie the beehives with ropes, and took turns carrying them towards the village.

The smoke rising from the village could be seen from a distance, and a group of people stood by the river waiting for the returning team, shouting excitedly from a long distance away.

Hua's head still hurt, but he still stood at the entrance of the village, looking back at the clan's graves in the distance, full of hope in his heart, he believed that one day Chen Jian would help him kill all his enemies.

The impulsiveness when he saw his sister was killed led to a stick, but he didn't hate it at all, but looked at the civet cat with some gratitude.If he didn't have that stick, he would have been killed, and he would never see the day when he killed his enemy.

His eyes were fixed on the bound prisoner, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails pierced into his palms, his body trembled a little because of hatred or excitement.

Chen Jian saw Hua from a distance, and sighed silently in his heart, knowing that the prisoner would definitely die.

The plan I made was to fight that tribe in the autumn, and it was useless to keep this person.If he is forced to work, such a person will lose, because someone needs to watch him and prevent him from violently hurting others, and he cannot understand the language, so he has no idea what he is talking about.