I am a primitive

Although fearful in their hearts at this time, some Liya tribesmen still couldn't help complaining in their hearts, feeling contempt for the behavior of the Qingque tribesmen.

With so many people beating me up, how could I be so happy after winning the fight? Such a celebration?

Also, the weapons that you hold as trophies and cherish endlessly are just made by the people of your own tribe with stones you picked up at random.

That's how you like it.

Look at you who have never seen the world!

The people of the Liya tribe complained in their hearts while feeling scared.

"hiss!"

The medical staff of the Qingque tribe pulled out the feather arrow that had been shot into the man's thigh with great force.

Severe pain came suddenly, causing the person's body to shake violently, and he took a sharp breath.

The whole person trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he no longer cared about complaining to the people of the Qingque tribe in his heart.

"It turns out that these people who came to attack their own tribe on the first day of the new year did not come to attack their own tribe, but came to give their own tribe a big gift!"

At this time, such a seemingly weird idea appeared in the minds of many Qingque tribe members, which made people feel somewhat happy.

As a result, some people, when treating these Liya tribesmen who have not yet died, their methods are much gentler than before, not as rough as before.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of voices sounded, and the second senior brother, who received Han Cheng's order, was holding a hammer to smash the iron ore or weapons made of iron ore into pieces.

This approach comes from the tribal bronze smelting process.

When the tribes smelted bronze, they first smashed large pieces of bronze ore and then screened them.

Now that they are trying to smelt iron ore, it is natural to imitate the way they smelted bronze before and process it.

The man from the Liya tribe, who had the feather arrow pulled out from his thigh and was given medicine to reduce inflammation and pain, turned his head to look at what was going on there with a pale face.

After seeing clearly what these strange people were doing, this guy who had been contemptuous of the Qingque tribe not long ago was immediately very confused.

The eyes are full of circles.

He really can't understand the operations of the Qingque tribe now.

Speaking of before, isn't it still extremely rare for these people to face these weapons of their own tribe?

How could this be smashed in the blink of an eye?

And if you smash it once, it won't work, and you smash it so seriously and so hard?

Still so excited when you smashed it?

It's just a weapon made of ordinary stone!

As for being so ruthless?

Then, the thing that made this person more puzzled and wide-eyed happened again.

I saw that the people of the Qingque tribe, after smashing these stone weapons of their own tribe, started a fire in another place.

After the fire burned for a while, these smashed weapons were put between the strange thing and burned with fire.

Those are really just ordinary stone weapons, you really don't have to treat them so cruelly!

The man couldn't help but speak out.

Of course he didn't say such words, not only because of the wounds on his body at this time, and because he couldn't understand the language, even if he really said something, these brutal people couldn't understand.

More importantly, he suddenly thought of a very terrible thing——

The people of this tribe, facing their own tribe's weapons, are so vicious and have done so many heinous things.

Wouldn't it be more vicious to treat the people of his own tribe?

Obviously, this person is not the only one who thought of such a reasonable thing when the Qingque Tribe tried to smelt iron.

Many people from the Liya tribe have realized this extremely frightening thing.

They were already honest, and they became even more honest, allowing the people of the Qingque tribe to treat their injuries.

No matter how severe the pain was, he could not hold back his voice.

Such a performance made the medical staff of the Qingque tribe a little amazed, and couldn't help feeling that these people could really endure the pain.

People in the Liya Tribe don't know the emotions of these medical staff, if they know, they will definitely cry out.

Who the hell is not afraid of pain!

Obviously your methods are too scary, okay? !

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"Huchi~huchi~"

The sound of the bellows being pulled resounded continuously in the tribe.

With the sound of this sound, gusts of wind were continuously injected into the furnace that had already been turned up.

As the wind mixed with oxygen was injected, the carbon piled in the furnace began to burn continuously, exuding a high temperature.

Of course, because of the thick walls of the furnace, the heat cannot be dissipated much.

But precisely because of this, the furnace will have extremely high temperature.

The second senior brother and others, who have rich experience in smelting bronze, are standing here, working hard, trying to do their best to smelt this hard-won iron ore as quickly as possible, so that the tribe Get more useful things in it.

As someone who also wanted to see this matter succeed as soon as possible, Han Cheng did not stay here at this time.

After waiting here for a while, seeing that the second senior brother had put the smashed iron ore into the furnace to start smelting, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, and then left here.

The one who left with him was Mao, the number one translator in the tribe.

Han Cheng and Mao, who left the steel smelting furnace, did not go to other places, but went directly to the tribe to treat these inexplicable people, and not only sent iron ore, but also gave themselves to the tribe. where these people from their own tribes are.

At this time, these people have been treated and bandaged.

They were carried by the medical staff of the Qingque tribe and put into several houses specially used for recuperation.

There is no one in the Liya tribe who is not without wounds.