I am a chief in a primitive tribe

Next, everyone in the hunting party began to make flying stone lines.

However, because of the strength, the stones used by the others were not as heavy as those of Mu Feng, only five or six catties.

These people have been practicing archery for so long, and they are already very familiar with aiming.

What's more, using a flying stone line does not require aiming skills like archery, so soon everyone will be able to throw the flying stone line accurately to a designated small area.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and the east wind is the prey on the side of the White Tree Plain.

At night, Mu Feng called Lihu, Mingguang, Hanshu and others to his room, and sat down around the table one by one, quite like a work meeting in his previous life, and Mu Feng, as a leader, felt like he was lecturing in front.

A few people sat down at the table and "discussed" who to lead out hunting the next day, and who to stay in the tribe.

On the second day, all the people who were going to set off gathered in front of the thatched hut of the old grandfather, the original "center" of the tribe.

After Mu Feng and Lihu made a "handover", he walked out of the tribe with people.

This time was different from before, Mu Feng took the initiative to take the five little wolves out.

Because he saw Hanshu's training with the little wolf two days ago, he began to realize that the little wolf can now participate in the hunting of the tribe.

And unlike Hanshu, Mu Feng is the master of the five wolves.

What he wants the five wolves to do, he doesn't need to "lure" like Hanshu and them.

The group set off lightly, took all kinds of weapons and tools for hunting, and set off towards Baishuyuan.

As we passed by the second layer of the protective wall, more than 90 slaves were already moving stones and placing them near the edge of the forest.

The open space between the second floor of the protective wall and the upcoming third floor, weeds and trees have been cleared, and there is only one open space.

When Mu Feng led people to pass by this large open space, he had already begun to calculate which piece would be used for planting and which piece would be used for protection.

And when more than ninety slaves saw Mu Feng taking so many people out hunting, they couldn't help but turn their faces away.

They weren't afraid of the hunting party, but they were afraid of Mu Feng!

Because the use of the whip that Mu Feng gave to Mingguang after he arrived at the periphery a few days ago made all of them suffer.

When the whip is drawn on the body, it hurts, and it will puff up blood-red marks.

I don't know if it's because of the weather or because of other reasons, the blood-red marks drawn out of the whip will be very itchy, and they will want to scratch when they itch, but when they scratch it, they will scratch it, and after scratching, they will itch even more.

This is not even more terrible, what is even more terrible is that after the whip dipped in salt water is drawn on the body, it not only itches, but also hurts!

The wound that is scratched or punctured on the spot will be even more painful, and the pain is so painful that many people have lost the mind to resist, and now they can't help but shiver just when they see the whip.

Such an effect was naturally not expected by Mingguang.

He saw the reaction of these people from a distance, and couldn't help but grin: "I thought your bones were so hard, but I couldn't help but whip them!"

Mu Feng naturally knew what Mingguang was referring to, and said with a smile: "These people may have thought that I just wanted them to work and wouldn't kill them. They originally thought that this was wrong, they were slaves, and the people who were supposed to rob our Jiang clan were going to die if they died, there was no pity!"

Mingguang responded with a smile: "Or the big chief, you have a way, just use a whip to make them dare not have the same situation as before!"

"It's their own death!" Mu Feng sneered and shook his head, "Our Jiang clan has no conflict with them, it's them who either want to rob us or attack us one by one." Since you dare to do this, you have to consider the possible consequences!"

Mingguang excitedly: "That's it! From now on, anyone who dares to do anything to our Jiang clan has to think about whether they will be captured by us and come over as slaves!"

Mu Feng looked at these slaves and said, "Don't be too relaxed, prevent these slaves from getting together and have a rebellious heart, although they are not our opponents, but once that happens, it will still be more troublesome!"

"I know, Great Chief!" Mingguang solemnly agreed.

"Okay!" Mu Feng nodded, "go hunting first, and when you come back, divide these slaves into four groups, divide them into four areas between the second and third layers of protective walls, divide four areas with trees and thorny vines, and then cover each area with grass sheds." However, they lived separately, and the grass hut was also sprinkled with grass and wood ashes!"

"Sprinkle grass and wood ashes?" Mingguang was surprised, "Do you disinfect them too?"

Mu Feng smiled and nodded: "Although they are slaves, it is easy to give birth to bacteria and viruses when they are so crowded together, it is nothing if they themselves are infected and die, the key is to be so close to our clansmen, we have to prevent them from getting sick and infecting the clansmen, understand?"

Mingguang reacted: "Yes!"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Okay." Let's go on!"

Out of the tribe and into the jungle, Mu Feng called out to the wolf king again in front of everyone.

This is not the first time Mu Feng has done this, and all the people in the hunting party have gone from being surprised at the beginning to being accustomed to it now.

They stood calmly in place, no longer nervous and defensive, but silently clenched the bows and arrows in their hands, ready to take out the arrows at any time.

Silent, but vaguely with the calm atmosphere that only a true warrior has.

The wolf king quickly responded with a "whoop".

To their surprise, the wolf king did not guard against them as before, but appeared directly near them with the wolves.

When they noticed that there were too many people in Mu Feng's group, the wolves were obviously a little flustered.

But that's all, and instead of grinning at them as before, the wolves retreated slightly—defensively, but not hostile.

The wolf king looked at Mu Feng and asked in a loud voice.

Wolf King: What are you doing with so many people?

Mu Feng: It's going to rain soon, so I'm going to catch more prey and prepare. Once it rains, my people won't be able to come out to hunt and get food!

Wolf King: Then should we prepare too?

Mu Feng: If you can come out to hunt on a rainy day, you don't need to prepare.

Wolf King: We can come out, but the prey won't!

Mu Feng almost didn't laugh out loud: Then you need to hunt with us, and then stock up on food for rainy days!

Wolf King: Okay! Do you see how much we can fight?Mu

Feng: The more the better!

Wolf King: But if you put too much of it here for us to eat, the meat will spoil, and some of my people will die after eating it!

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "This time we are going to catch live prey, and we can drive them to my tribe to raise." If you are short of food, you can come to me and ask for it, how about it?"

The wolf king showed a thoughtful look, and then said "whoosh" at Mu Feng, turned around and walked to the wolves to stand still, and looked back at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng laughed out loud and shouted at the Jiang clansmen, "Let's go!"

because the wolf king's answer just now was very simple—good!