War garbage collection system

Chapter 165 Launching a War

After thinking about Han Xing all night, he decided to learn more about the Pheasant Tribe first.

"Shan, please help me find the people of the original pheasant tribe. I have some questions to ask them."

"The Pheasant Tribe? Lord God's Messenger, you are not talking about the Chicken Tribe, are you?"

"Chicken Tribe? What's the trick here? Tell me in detail!"

"Okay, Lord God.

Speaking of the Chicken Tribe, no, the Pheasant Tribe, the story begins several decades ago.

I remember my grandfather told me that 40 years ago, before I was born, the Shanji tribe still had a population of more than 200 people.

But they were unlucky, and encountered a small beast tide one night, which was terrible! Then the population of their tribe was reduced to about 100 people.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, they encountered floods again. The place where they lived was submerged by the floods, and this time it was even more tragic!

Their tribe had finally recovered a little population, but once again more than half of them were killed or injured. This time my father participated in the rescue.

According to my father, it was a good thing that the case was discovered early and not many people drowned. Most of them died of illness, which was so tragic!

I was still young at that time, but I heard that in the end, the population of their tribe was reduced to only more than 40 people, making it one of the tribes with the smallest population in our area.

Even now, the population of this Pheasant Tribe does not exceed 60 people.

The reason why we all call it the Chicken Tribe is because after the natural disasters and beast disasters, the people in their tribe became very cowardly and timid.

I heard that the tribes surrounding their tribe often came to their territory to hunt, but the Pheasant Tribe never dared to resist.

Gradually, people from all the tribes started calling the Pheasant Tribe the Chicken Tribe, and this name has been used for more than 20 years.

If you, the Lord God's Messenger, hadn't said it just now, I wouldn't have reacted yet.

By the way, Lord God's Messenger, how do you know about the Pheasant Tribe at such a young age? "

“This, you don’t need to know this.

Forget it, who told you to be my confidant?

I’ll tell you in secret!

God told me.

And he also asked me: Is the hot spring valley where we are stationed now still within the territory of the Pheasant Tribe?"

"What? Are we now in the territory of the Pheasant Tribe?"

"Hey! Can you stop making such a fuss?

By the way, what did I ask you to do?

Now that I remember, why don't you go find the people of the original Pheasant Tribe for me! ? "

"Yes, yes, Lord God's Messenger, I will go right away."

After a while, Han Xing looked at the man and woman in front of him, and couldn't help looking at Shan with suspicion. Shan saw them and quickly explained in fear and trepidation:

"My Lord, you can't blame me.

This time, there are only these two old people from their tribe who came to this abandoned place. I can't do anything! If you don't believe me, ask them. "

Seeing Han Xing looking at them, the two primitive people, a man and a woman, looked at each other.

The primitive woman was smart enough to kneel down immediately and said:

"Great Messenger of God, please save our tribe! I kowtow to you!"

"Okay! Then tell me in detail about your Pheasant Tribe!

For example: How many people are there in your tribe now?

How many men are there?

How many women are there?

How many children are there?

Please tell me as much as possible. I want to know the details of your Shanji tribe."

"Okay, okay, Master God, I will tell you in detail.

After the cold disaster this winter, the population of our Pheasant Tribe is reduced to 42 people, excluding the two of us.

Among them, there were 15 men aged 17 and over who were able to hunt, 19 adult women, and only six children.

"Huh? Why is the population of your Pheasant Tribe so small?"

The primitive woman smiled bitterly, lowered her head and cried:

"Please, Lord God, please save our children!

In order to continue our tribe, last month more than a dozen elders from our Shanji tribe came to this abandoned place...

That’s why our tribe has such a small population.”

The Lord Yamajian looked at him and quickly stepped forward to explain:

“Well, Lord God’s Messenger, because this cold disaster came early, all the tribes in our area had to adopt this method to protect themselves.

Most tribes would let people over 38 years old come to this abandoned place to fend for themselves, but this was the first time and there were quite a lot of elderly people there.

The second time, the tribe will abandon those old members over 32 years old.

If they still can't survive this cold disaster, then for the third time, the tribe will abandon the children and disabled members.

Lord God's Messenger, there is nothing we can do about this. This is how it has been passed down from generation to generation.

Generally, after the cold disaster ends, it will naturally appear: the big tribe will merge with several small tribes to form a new tribe, and so on..."

"Lord God's Envoy, the first time our Shanji tribe gave up an old member was when he was 36 years old..."

"Lord God's Envoy, when we encounter natural disasters or man-made disasters, we usually take measures..."

"..."

After nearly an hour of explanation from the three primitive people, Han Xing finally understood some of the rules and traditions of this primitive society.

Looking at the sky, Han Xing felt that the Pheasant Tribe had only 17 men and should be easy to attack.

So he decided to launch a lightning-fast invasion war to attack the pheasant tribe. Therefore, he issued a series of orders:

"Shan, I order you to be the captain of the invasion team. Go and recruit nine people who like fighting. We will set off soon.

Sha, you too, I order you to be the captain of the second invasion team, so hurry up and go!"

"Yes, thank you, Lord God Envoy."

After the two men agreed, they ran out quickly to recruit invaders.

Han Xing looked at the two people from the original Pheasant Tribe who were already confused, and began to speak to them seriously:

"I don't care what tribe you belonged to, but now that you are citizens of my Great Xia tribe, you must obey my command. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Lord God's Messenger."

“Well, wait a moment, you two will also set off together.

At that time, you should do this...

such……

And then like this...

Now, do you two understand?"

"I understand, Lord God's Messenger."

"Well, you guys go get ready too!"

.........

Looking at the 21 spirited bald primitive men and the short-haired female primitive man in front of him, Han Xing couldn't help but smile with relief.

Just a few days ago, Han Xing took this group of primitive people to take a hot spring bath and asked them to shave their hair and beards.

"Very good, you are in good spirits! Come here, I will take you to the original space.

Mao, you stay here and lead the way for me later."

"Yes, Lord God's Messenger."

"Okay, let's go!"

Two hours later, Han Xing and his companion arrived at a 70-degree hillside.

"Mao, what's going on? Why aren't you leaving?"

"Lord God's Messenger has arrived."

"Are you there? Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

"Right there, behind that big rock."

Han Xing looked at the big rock covered with snow and couldn't help muttering:

"You hid it really well! If someone hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have found it.