From Chief to Ball

The other person reacted very quickly and ran away. The clansmen shot another round, but unfortunately they missed.

"Kill these four people!"

Song yelled, jumped down from the tree, and pursued the fleeing enemy with a stone ax in hand.

He knew that once this person ran away, the Meteorite tribe would soon learn about bows and arrows. Bows and arrows are the best to learn, and that would bring casualties to the tribe in future wars.

Song is not a fast runner in the tribe, he can be dropped by the civet cat by 150 steps in a distance of [-] steps.But after all, after three months of practicing running with stones on his back, he was still able to bite the person in front of him to death.

After a few hundred steps, the person in front suddenly stopped, looked back and found that only Song was alone, he clenched the dark weapon in his hand, and stared at Song closely.

In his hand was a dagger made from meteorite, which was as long as half an arm including the wooden handle.

The front end is sharp and the sides are sharp.He moved his footsteps, so that he always moved towards Song's left side, because Song held a stone ax in his right hand, and turning to the left could make Song unable to counterattack when stabbing.

Holding the stone ax tightly, he didn't dare to act rashly, and kept moving his steps.Neither run away nor go straight, but keep a safe distance from the other party and prevent the other party from going around to your left.

The enemy is a good fighter. Song can tell that these people have enough off-duty time to learn to fight like their own people. They are better at this kind of close combat than their own people.

The other party knew that time was not good for him, so he finally couldn't help it, and took a step forward to stab Song Song's chest.

It only takes half a foot to stab, but the stone ax needs to swing in an arc.

Song took a half step back, thinking of what Chen Jian had said to them before, when encountering daggers and daggers, don't hit your head, take a half step back and hit your wrists and arms.

Taking half a step back, he swung his right hand straight to hit the opponent's arm. The man half retracted the dagger, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the wooden handle at the moment when the strength of the stone ax swing was about to dissipate. Ben Song's neck.

Song didn't withdraw his hand and backed up. Without thinking, he raised his left hand to block his neck, took half a step forward, let go of the stone ax in his right hand, firmly grasped the opponent's loose hair, raised his knee, and slammed The ground is on the opponent's crotch.

The two people let out a scream almost at the same time, a long wound was cut on the loose left arm, the flesh was turned outward, and the blood was gushing, and the man also clamped his legs in pain.

But in the midst of life and death, he also knew that now was not the time to squat on the ground and scream, enduring the severe pain in his waist and crotch, and stabbing Song's abdomen with a dagger.

At such a close distance, there is only one way to go all out, grabbing the opponent's dagger with his blood-soaked left hand, leaning his body and sinking his shoulders to knock the opponent down to the ground, while his right hand tightly choked the opponent's throat.

The other party twisted in panic, pushing his waist and abdomen upwards, trying to lift it off for him.

The feeling of suffocation made him throw away the dagger subconsciously, stretched out his hand to hold the loose wrist and pulled it upwards, his legs were upturned to clamp the loose body, and twisted forcefully to the side, trying to make him get off his body.

The loose left hand was already full of wounds, and enduring the severe pain, he dug into the opponent's eyes, stretched his fingers inward, grabbed the brow bone, and inserted it desperately.

The power that erupted before dying was astonishing. The man howled like a dying beast, opened the loose, two bloodstains left from his eyes, rolled on the ground, screaming and crawling indiscriminately.

Song took a few breaths, picked up the dagger with the last of his strength, and stabbed the man's waist from behind.

Looking at the wound on his left arm, there was a long scar, which was already a little numb from the pain, a small piece of skin was hanging outside, and the palm of his hand was all cut open.

"It's not good... the Tianzu will have to reclaim land in the future."

He looked at the slightly trembling left hand involuntarily, and looked at the dark dagger on the ground, feeling inexplicable.

A few months ago, I also had a stone axe, but it was no match for this person at all.A few months later, I was able to kill an enemy holding a meteor with a stone axe, and these changes stemmed from the fact that I could spend a lot of time every day practicing how to kill and fight after eating enough.

He was thinking, Jian is not very good at fighting, he is not considered strong, he could beat him twice even a few months ago.But the way he told the tribe how to hit the dagger with the stone ax and short stick was really useful. If you hit the head on the enemy, you would definitely stab yourself first.Probably, this is also what the ancestor guided him in the dream, right?

After resting for a while, she stood up with a somewhat dizzy body. The woman had the thistle and other herbs with her, so she couldn't die by herself.

He picked up the dagger with his right hand and hid it in his clothes. He wanted to take it back and show it to Chen Jian, at least to let the tribe know how sharp this weapon that fell from the sky is.

Picking up some leaves to cover the man's body, after thinking about it, he decided to lie to others for the first time in his life.

Even if these people are dead, the Meteorite tribe will come here to look for them.People in this tribe might tell the Meteorite tribe how they fought, and the matter of bows and arrows might also spread.

The rest of the tribes just saw that they were carrying bows and arrows but didn't know what they were for. They only regarded them as a kind of amulet.

However, his mother told him not to tell lies since he was a child, especially since his mother's skeleton was hanging around his neck.

But for the sake of his people, he decided to tell a lie.

He took off his mother's skeleton and held it in his bloody hands, knelt there and muttered an explanation, begging his mother's forgiveness, then stood up, and the clansmen had already chased after him.

Back at the entrance of the cave, the people of that tribe were stunned, and four corpses were placed in front of them.In their opinion, a Meteor tribe who could beat three of them died just like that!

And these people don't have any wounds on their bodies, so that wooden stick like the moon has such a powerful force?

The leader looked at the flag and was even more shocked.After being shocked, my heart was also cheered up. Maybe my own tribe also believed in ancestors, and learning that kind of curved moon could also defeat the people of the Meteorite tribe.

Enduring the pain, Song walked up to the inexplicably terrified leader and said, "Someone ran away and almost died. I don't know if he can run back."

The leader and the clansman said in a panic: "Then what should we do? People from the Meteorite tribe will kill us. Song, please give us this crooked moon."

Song shook his head, thinking that they would not be able to win with bows and arrows, and they would be taught how to use bows and arrows by the Meteor tribe.

"Well, you follow us to move away. The Meteorite tribe can't find you, and they can't beat our tribe. If the Meteorite tribe goes, we will help you kill them."

"Moving away? Where do we live?"

"There are many caves there, and other tribes live in the house with us, and you can live in the caves that are vacated."

He didn't dare to decide on his own, and the move was just to prevent the spread of bows and arrows.

He knew that there were many rumors about the migration of the tribe, and it was not that simple.

For example, do they live in the village or outside the village?Do you have the right to discuss?Do I need to serve corvee?Can you be a soldier?Do you pay one in fifteen or one in ten for the seeds you harvest?

It's not up to him to decide, so he won't make casual promises.The tribes of Hua and others have all moved away, the caves have been emptied, and the surrounding forests are deserted, so I can promise to let them live there.

As for the specific arrangement, it is not a trivial matter to discuss with the clansmen after returning home.

When the leaders turned back to discuss with the clansmen, Song quietly asked, "Where are the weapons of the four?"

"It's all put away, go back and show Jian."

Chapter 35 Iron

After the discussion, the tribe finally chose to follow Songqian. They were afraid of revenge from the Meteorite tribe, because Song lied that someone ran back to report.

The loss of one person did not overshadow this victory. On the contrary, this tribe was more convinced of the protection of the ancestors. Otherwise, how could it be possible to kill four of the seven without one of them dying?

They feel that with the protection of the Songhe tribe, at least they don't have to pay tribute to the Meteorite tribe. The only thing they don't understand is why some tribes can't live in a good cave and live in a house?What the hell is a house?

Song didn't explain too much, and after wrapping the wound, he went back with a few people first, and the rest of the people led the way behind, and went back slowly with the group of people.

He needed to go back and discuss this matter with Chen Jian and the whole clan, and he was even a little worried about whether he was doing the right thing.

A few days later, Song and others finally returned to the village. Regardless of being surprised that the trench had already taken shape, they hurriedly found Chen Jian who was building the second kiln, and told him what they had seen and heard this time.

"Jian, am I doing the right thing?"