I am a primitive

His stomach is already very hungry, but all he can do at this time is to be patient.

Because the food stored in the tribe this year is not enough, they need to save some food, even he can't eat too much.

After all, there is no need to go hunting in winter, and it doesn't matter too much if you are hungry.

After doing this for a while, he was very hungry, and suddenly thought of the mysterious Qingque tribe.

It was obviously a tribe with not very strong strength, but the female priest just refused to let herself go to check it out.

If he relied on himself and led many people to attack that tribe, his tribe would not only have a lot of precious pottery and delicious salt, but even food, it would also have a lot more.

Why is it still necessary to starve in the house like now?

The leader of the Bannong tribe, who had always thought that the female priest was very wise, felt that the female priest was not wise at all in this matter.

Moreover, it was because the priestess didn't listen to her before, and only let six people follow the obedient people of the sheep tribe to check the secrets of the sheep and the secrets of the Qingque tribe. As of now, none of the six people who went out return.

If you follow your own ideas and lead many people in the tribe directly, under the leadership of the obedient person of the sheep tribe, maybe you can bring back a big harvest for the tribe, and the six strong people will not be lost. ...

The leader of the Bannong tribe thought so, and picked a piece of coal with a small stick to make it burn more fully.

It seemed that after the weather warmed up and the ice and snow melted, he needed to take the people from the tribe out for a trip.

Just go to the mysterious Qingque tribe.

This time, I will never listen to the priestess again...

The leader of the Bannong tribe held a small burning stick, thinking so firmly...

"One, two, three...28, 29, thirty, 31."

When the leader of the Bannong tribe was holding a smoking stick and secretly imagining the mysterious Bannong tribe doing whatever he wanted, the Bannong tribe ushered in a group of uninvited guests.

In his imagination, these people who were allowed to do whatever he wanted were now on the outskirts of their tribe, carefully watching their tribe.

Han Cheng poked his head out from behind a big bare tree, his eyes scoured the quiet place where the Bannong tribe lived, and he counted in a low voice.

He was counting the bloated, squat houses of the tribe.

There are a total of 31 such houses. If counting eight people living in one house, there are 240 eight people in this tribe.

If there are ten people in a house, there are more than 300 people in this tribe.

Han Cheng even felt that ten people in one house might not be enough.

Just as you can't imagine how many people can come down in a Wuling Hongguang, the density of primitive people's living is often not easy for people to guess.

However, no matter how many people are counted, there are quite a few people in this tribe, and it can be determined that there are more than two hundred.

After counting these houses, Han Cheng continued to look for the Bannong tribe.

When he saw the simple donkey pen built with tree trunks, mud and grass roofs among several houses, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile on his face.

Because of the angle and distance, he couldn't clearly see how many donkeys were in the donkey pen, but based on a rough estimate, he felt that there were at least thirty donkeys.

With so many donkeys, this is indeed a joyful thing for Han Cheng.

After reading these, Han Cheng looked away and began to observe the surrounding terrain of the Bannong tribe.

The Bannong Tribe was built on the southern slope of a large mound, which is relatively close to the bottom, and the surrounding terrain is relatively gentle, but when the mound goes up a distance of about 100 meters, the slope becomes steeper, which is difficult in such a heavy snow day. Climb and climb.

One or two miles away from their tribe, there is a meandering stream, but at this time the stream has been covered with ice and snow. On the other side of the stream, about 30 meters away, there is another relatively high hill. At that time, Han Cheng, Shang, Mao and others were here. ,

With these two hills in front and back, when they are attacked tomorrow, the direction in which the Bannong tribe can escape will be much restricted.

Keeping these in mind, Han Cheng already has a specific plan in mind for how to fight this battle...

The sky has been dimming for a long time, and in the inconspicuous small mountain depression, snow houses appear here.

There is a fire inside the snow house, which is very warm.

People who thought they were very energetic before, after eating and drinking enough, and being in such a warm environment, fell asleep in a short time.

Eldest brother didn't feel much sleepy, he got out of the snow house and looked into the distance from time to time, feeling anxious because the Son of God hadn't come back yet.

"Woooo..."

There was a barking dog on the outskirts of the garrison, and the senior brother's heart tightened, and he immediately picked up the weapon he was carrying, and his body tensed.

Immediately, his body relaxed again.

Because he heard a familiar voice yelling at Gouzi in a low voice. As soon as the sound rang out, Gouzi immediately fell silent.

Then several figures appeared under the moonlight...

Inside the snow house, Han Cheng knocked his feet on the stones beside the fire, while holding the bowl with both hands, he slowly sucked the hot soup into his mouth.

The white gas from the animal skin socks and the hot soup in the bowl floated in the snow room together, which was very flavorful.

Han Cheng didn't care about it, he just kept sucking hot soup into his mouth. '

After eating half a bowl of hot soup in one go, I felt much warmer.

Shang, Mao, and others who came back together basically all had the same appearance.

After eating half a bowl of hot soup, Han Cheng slowed down the speed of drinking the hot soup, and began to talk about what he had seen and heard today with the big brother.

After sending Shang, who had eaten, to sleep, Han Cheng asked Mao to call some tribal leaders over to arrange some things, and after a while of busy work, the place finally calmed down.

This kind of silence lasted until midnight, when it was broken again, and a figure quietly came out of the snow house.

There are quite a few people, as many as thirty or forty.

After these figures stayed in the snow house for a while, they left here on the snow without making too much noise, heading towards the Bannong tribe...

The weather has cleared up, and the silver moon hanging high in the night sky is shining brightly.

The pure white snow reflects the silvery moonlight, illuminating the surroundings brightly.

Shang led a group of people to the place where they were at this evening, took a look at the vague Bannong tribe from a distance, and led the people around here, heading east.

The place where the semi-agricultural tribes are located can be roughly called a small river valley area, which runs east-west as a whole.

In the east, about two miles away from the Bannong tribe, a north-south ridge extends from the hill against which the Bannong tribe is backed. This ridge does not stop until the edge of the creek. Down.

It is also because of the existence of this ridge that the flatland of the valley, which was originally widened to the east, suddenly narrowed here, leaving less than 30 meters between it and the east-west hill in the south. width.

At this time, some members of the Qingque tribe headed by Shang were busy here.