Be a Leader In a Primitive Tribe

Corpses were strewn all over the narrow mountain depression, and the few remaining women and children cried loudly while hugging the corpses.

Blood and mutilated corpses all over the ground, it was quite tragic.

Sang Yu forced herself to calm down and suppress her emotions. At this time, she could no longer convince herself that she was still in a civilized society, and she couldn't stop shaking.

There are so many dead people, densely packed, there must be more than a hundred corpses.

God, it's so cruel.

At this moment, Yu ran over, tugged at her sleeve, and asked her to follow.

Only then did Sang Yu come back to her senses, and she was led into a big cave.

On the bluestone slab in the cave is an old woman about fifty or sixty years old, with feathers on her head, dying.

Several women nearby were crying loudly.

Sang Yu forced herself to calm down.

Perhaps, the road will be found.

But for now, let's settle the matter in front of us first.

Combined with the old woman's attire and the cave she lived in, it's clear that she must have had a high status in the tribe.

People were amazed at Sangyu who was different from them, and they only regarded her as a **** who had fallen into the tribe, and prostrated themselves on the ground one after another.

"Save the witch!"

"Witches can't die—"

When the witch is dead, the tribe is gone.

Sang Yu somehow knew that there would be witches in every primitive tribe. To put it simply, Wu is the spiritual leader of a tribe, and at the same time, he also has the ability to heal deeply. He is a figure second only to the leader in the tribe, and even the leaders of some tribes bow to Wu.

Sang Yu looked at the old witch in front of him, his belly was wet, the animal skin on his body was scarlet, and even the stones under his body were stained red.

Not everyone in the tribe wears animal skins, but witches have one, which also shows their noble status.

Sang Yu uncovered her animal skin, and a wound of about 20 centimeters appeared in front of her eyes, even her intestines fell out.

When had Sang Yu seen such a scene, she almost vomited it out on the spot.

The lax eyes of the old woman had already indicated the result. Sang Yu suppressed the discomfort and covered the animal skin, shaking her head.

The intestines are broken, there is no needle and thread, and the conditions here are so bad, even if this situation is put into modern times, it is not enough.

Moreover, she didn't understand any medical theory, at best, she only knew a few herbs.

Seeing her shaking her head, the others burst into tears.

These cries forced the old woman's misty energy back, she opened her eyes hard, and saw a woman who was different from others in front of her.

The skin is so white and the clothes are strange. It's not that the animal skin is softer than the animal skin. It hangs twinkling around the neck, like stars in the sky. It is different from everyone she has seen before.

The previous witch once told her that when she reached the last moment of her life, the gods would come to pick her up.

Did the gods come to pick her up?

The old witch suddenly trembled with excitement, struggled with the reflection of the light, pointed at Sang Yu and said: "...God...God..."

With the last bit of strength, the old witch held Sangyu tightly with his rough and dry hands like old bark, and said: "...the child is hiding in the stone cave...the bird tribe...here you..."

The old witch forgot what the previous old witch said, that the gods came to pick her up, and maybe she didn't forget that she just wanted the gods to save the bird tribe first and not pick her up.

"Eagle Tribe... people... want to come back—rescue them..."

Sang Yu was in pain from being grabbed, she didn't know that a dying person could have such great strength.

"God - Tribe with Birds - Revenge..."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, and the hand that was holding Sang Yu fell heavily.

Seeing all this, the rest of the Bird tribe realized that the old witch was really gone this time.

"witch-"

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The cries were more miserable than the last.

If a tribe has no witches, it means that the tribe has lost a very powerful spiritual leader, and the tribe may be close to extinction.

The survivors are full of sadness. Without the tribe, they will become tourists.

No one to rely on, let others bully!

But they don't want to be tourists.

No one wants to be a tourist.

After crying bitterly, everyone turned their attention to Sang Yu.

This is the god, the old witch just entrusted the tribe to her.

So all the people turned around and knelt on the ground, prostrate on the ground like a priest in ordinary times, and kept praying to the gods to save their tribe.

"God—god—"

Sang Yu looked at the dilapidated tribe in front of her, and she refused in her heart. She still had to find her way back, so she couldn't spend it here.

Moreover, in the current living environment, I can't guarantee that I can survive, so how can I lead these people.

Just as she was hesitating, Yu also knelt on the ground and grabbed her trousers.

Sang Yu naturally treated Yu differently, after all, this little girl saved her own life not long ago.

She had always looked cold all the way, and she still didn't speak at this time, but looking at that immature face and teary eyes, she had exactly the same expression as when Tuanzi was biting her trouser leg.

Sang Yu gritted her teeth, afraid that her heart would soften.

But after all, my heart softened.

The situation of the tribe is very bad, more than 100 people died and nearly 200 people were taken away.

These savages can't even count.

These figures were calculated by Sang Yu after counting the corpses on the ground and comparing the figures with the survivors. Now there are eleven wounded, ten able-bodied, and including himself and Yu, there are twenty-two people.

What kind of tribe can twenty people build?

Remembering what the old witch said before he died, there were other children, so he hurriedly asked where they were.

Yu who was beside him turned around and ran to the depths of the mountain immediately after hearing the words.

It didn't take long to return, with four children her age and five smaller ones of various sizes, one of whom couldn't even walk.

Sang Yu asked if the mothers of these children were still there.

No one nodded. The parents of these children were either dead or taken captive.

Fortunately, these children are very well-behaved, and Sang Yu assigned a woman named Ci (the pronunciation of the tribe) to look after them.

So far, Sang Yu has probably understood their language. Except for a few, most of the languages ​​should be the predecessors of Chinese. Although the pronunciation is very different, they can barely communicate with gestures.

A woman named Que secretly told Sang Yu that Ci's previous child died shortly after birth, and that she liked children very much.

Sang Yu saw that Ci Fang had silently collected and pushed the murdered corpses to one place, and her affection for her also increased, so she was relieved to leave these children under her unified management for the time being.

The most urgent thing right now is the treatment of the wounded.

According to statistics, a total of eleven people were injured, including five with minor injuries and six with serious injuries.

Under the arrangement of Sang Yu, the seriously injured was carried to the tribe's big cave to recuperate.

The six seriously injured wounded were still oozing blood from their wounds. If they were not treated, they might not even survive tonight.

Sang Yu remembered that on the way back with Yu in the evening, he found some medicines such as thorns and white grass on the side of the road that could stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.

These are common in rural areas in the past, especially thorns. It is a good hemostatic medicine among many traditional Chinese medicines. You only need to crush it and apply it to the wound to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.

Sang Yu immediately asked people to cover their bleeding wounds with animal skins, and then found Yu and asked her to take him back the same way to find Ciercai.

At this time, the sky was already dark, even though it was known that there were wild animals in the wild. But now that human life is at stake, no one dares to stop it.

Yu seemed to be wise and considerate that he shouldn't be at this age. When he heard that he was going to pick herbs, he found dry branches and made a torch without saying a word.

Sang Yu took out a lighter and lit it, and the two disappeared into the night under the shocked eyes of everyone in the tribe.

The night was hazy, and in the dark forest, the cries of beasts kept coming and going, and the cries were enough to make people shiver.

The few people who stayed in the tribe were still in shock after being burned, killed and looted by the Eagle tribe during the day.

And the seriously ill patient lying in the cave let out bursts of pain.

Everyone thought that these people would definitely not survive.

Before the tribe was exterminated, it was already powerless to deal with this level of injury, not to mention the current dilapidated situation.

The new leader hadn't come back yet, and everyone felt completely clueless, panicked and numb.

I don't know how long it has passed, when people are gradually disappointed.

Someone shouted: "The leader is back—"

Only then did these people raise their heads and looked at the slender figure at the mouth of the mountain pass, accompanied by a little guy holding a torch.

The people who had lost hope began to commotion. Perhaps, the new leader can really bring people back to life.

After Sang Yu came back, she ordered Yuan to crush the herbs she had picked.

Although chewing is acceptable, it is really unhygienic. There is no shortage of bluestone slabs in the tribe. Yuan holds herbs and uses round pebbles to make a mallet. With a strong hand, the stones are densely hammered on the stems and flowers of thorns. , these herbs quickly turn into a sticky paste.

The sound of smashing medicine seemed to be beating on the hearts of all the tribesmen, and the people's hearts also became agitated.

Sang Yu is not completely sure, but she knows that she must do her best to treat her. But it can only reduce inflammation and stop bleeding, and the rest can only be left to fate.

The medicine paste was packed by Da Yezi, and Sang Yu first found a wounded person to demonstrate.

She burned the small knife she carried with her on the fire to sterilize it, quickly scalded it on the wound to make the wound scab quickly, and spread the medicine paste on the wound.

The burn from the knife edge caused the wounded to scream again and again, and others covered their ears and couldn't bear to listen. But no one dared to doubt the god's medical skills. After all, the shining knife of unknown material is enough to shock them.

The irritation of the medicine caused the man's wound to tingle and shrink, and the man couldn't help moaning/groaning, but Sang Yu ignored it and carefully applied the medicine.

Soon, the part that was still oozing blood was covered with medicine, and the blood finally congealed.

Seeing this, everyone's worried faces finally melted away.

This **** leader can actually heal wounds.

Sang Yu didn't have time to pay attention to the eyes of these people, and told Yuan and another beggar woman: "As I do, first use a knife to burn the wound and scald it, and then apply the medicine little by little."

With her demonstrating in front, Yuan and Hua certainly knew what to do.

The two carefully administered medicine to the wounded, and these people gradually calmed down from the pain and struggle at the beginning, it seemed that the herbal medicine was really effective.

After supervising their treatment of the wounded until they were finished, Sang Yu stood up tiredly, looked at the messy people outside, and looked at the dark night sky outside, and sighed.

These bodies must be disposed of quickly. Otherwise, it will easily become the source of disease and infection, causing infectious diseases.