I am a primitive

If I ordered people to rush over at this time, the people of the Red Tiger Tribe would be really tragic...

I have to say that when it comes to war, most people in this era are really not professional enough.

Han Cheng resisted the impulse and did not order the people in the tribe to do so.

Because this is contrary to his original intention. After all, his purpose of this trip is to trade with the people of the Red Tiger Tribe and get a lot of food from them, not through war.

Of course, one of the most important reasons is that today's Red Tiger Tribe has not had any wear and tear, and is still in a state of full blood.

At this time, I ordered people to rush over, and I could indeed catch everyone in the Red Tiger tribe by surprise, but in the counterattack after they reacted, the people in their own tribe would definitely be injured.

After all, there are so many people in the Red Tiger Tribe.

At this time, it was just a rough look, and there were already 500 people around.

Just here, people from the Red Tiger Tribe who have received news one after another are rushing here.

For Han Cheng, life and death have always been a major event, and he attaches great importance to it.

Under the current situation, he would rather be safe and develop slowly than use the lives of his tribe's people to seek development.

If the Red Tiger Tribe is weakened by drawing blood through repeated trades, then...

While Han Cheng was thinking, those members of the Red Tiger Tribe also came over with the cow.

The crowd automatically separated a gap, and several people walked along the gap leading the cows.

At the end of the gap, the leader of the Red Tiger tribe slammed the mace in his hand into the ground, then tore off the animal skin surrounding his upper body, and threw it violently.

The animal skin flew out and just covered the head of a woman from the Red Tiger tribe not far away.

Not only was the primitive woman not angry, but she still had a look of joy on her face.

She reached out and tore off the animal skin from her head, held it in her hand, waving it while jumping and shouting excitedly.

Very fanatical.

The leader of the Red Tiger Tribe, who was naked to the waist, spat in his hand, rubbed it vigorously, then pulled out the mace stuck in the ground, held it with both hands, and placed it on the side of his body.

With his movements, the muscles on his arms bulged in groups, seemingly full of explosive power.

Seeing such a scene, Han Cheng couldn't help being taken aback, showing a look full of surprise.

Do these guys want to fight bulls?

This guy who looks extraordinarily strong is the original version of the matador? !

This unexpected performance of the Red Tiger Tribe almost caught Han Cheng's waist.

It made him feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It turns out that bullfighting is not a patent of Spain, and matadors are not a specialty there. They have already been produced in ancient times!

I didn't see it, the people from the Red Tiger Tribe are quite good at playing!

Under Han Cheng's surprised gaze, those people approached the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe with their oxen.

This cow is not small in size and looks very strong, even among adult cows, it is also the best.

Han Cheng imagined that after the cattle were scattered, the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe was allowed to fight alone for the cattle, which did not appear.

After arriving here, a member of the Red Tiger tribe stuck the sharper end of the thick wooden stake on the ground, squatted down, and held it with his hands to prevent it from moving around.

Another member of the Red Tiger tribe, holding a big hammer made of bronze, aimed at the upper part of the wooden post and smashed it down hard.

After smashing the stake down about halfway and firmly nailing it to the ground, he stopped.

The member of the Red Tiger tribe who was leading the ox saw that the stake had been nailed, so he walked over with the ox and tied the ox's rope to the stake firmly.

Then he quickly pushed back, and stood together with the rest of the Red Tiger Tribe, forming a semicircle, and surrounded the cow and the leader of their tribe in the middle.

Everyone seemed to be looking at this frantically, full of excitement and anticipation.

The leader of the Red Tiger tribe, who was naked to the waist, held the mace tightly in both hands, and approached the cow cautiously.

The cow tied to the stake also seemed to feel something, and turned there in a small range, raising its hooves from time to time, looking very disturbed.

Sometimes he would lower his neck, exhale vigorously, and make a 'phew' sound.

The leader of the Red Tiger Tribe didn't pay attention to these things. He was naked to the waist, holding a thick mace in his hand, and approached the cow cautiously.

After a while, he came to the front left side of the bull, and then he raised it high with both hands holding the mace, and then smashed it down against the bull's head with all his strength.

"boom!"

A stick hit the cow's head fiercely, and the sharp bronze thorns on the mace smashed into the cow's head, and blood spattered out.

Caught off guard, the bull that had been hit by the hit was shaken all over, and its head jerked upwards.

The already huge bull's eye became even bigger at this moment.

The mouth also opened in an instant, but no sound came out.

Its whole body froze at this moment, its limbs suddenly straightened, and its body tensed.

Time stood still at this moment, for about three or four seconds.

Then, with a bang, the huge cow fell to the ground with a tense body.

From the beginning to the end, there was not even a chirp.

"@#￥#23!"

"@#￥#23!"

As the cow crashed to the ground, everyone in the Red Tiger Tribe, who had just been silent, suddenly became excited.

Everyone was shouting loudly, cheering loudly, and many people jumped and jumped towards the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe, full of fanaticism.

As if this is an extremely remarkable thing.

The hands of the Red Tiger tribe stepped on the bull's head with their feet, holding the mace in both hands, and shook it back and forth several times before removing the mace that was tightly nailed to the bull's head.

There was blood flowing out from the wound he had smashed.

"@###!"

The leader of the Red Tiger Tribe held the somewhat mutilated, blood-stained mace in his hand, held it up high, then turned his head to face the people of the Qingque Tribe, and roared loudly, showing off and provoking .