From Chief to Ball

"Isn't it amazing? My archery skills are just a little bit worse than wolf fur. You didn't see it, but the arrow hit this man's throat."

The corporal proudly raised his head, and the scout nodded and said, "Excellent! Go back and tell Jian, I'm afraid those people will come back again."

"Come back? Aren't they scared away by us?"

The scouts couldn't explain clearly either, so they just told them to leave quickly.

Soon, a group of riders rushed out of the valley, waving and howling, rushing towards this side, the scout turned back and said, "Run, I have to tell Jian first!"

Those five people didn't know how much trouble they had caused, but seeing that the team was far away, they were not afraid in their hearts. As long as they were in the army formation, they would not be afraid no matter how many people came.

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and even the ground trembled slightly. These five people may be the first people in the tribe to see the scene of cavalry galloping and charging.

In the army formation, Chen Jian also noticed the group of horses rushing up from behind. After the scouts reported back, he was also stunned. He had no idea that his own people would show their subjective initiative, not only killing people, but also killing them beautifully.

This was purely an accident. In fact, he was looking forward to trading with the other party, exchanging salt and clay pots for horses.

Besides, if an exchange is really necessary, in the future, if the fruit is matured to make wine, and lead acetate is mixed in it, it is absolutely possible to exterminate that tribe while changing horses.Lead acetate is very sweet, it can get rid of the sour taste in fruit wine, and it can also sterilize and damage intelligence by the way. After five or seven years, you can just walk there with someone and come back on horseback, without fighting.

It is really unwise to fight now, and avoid it as much as possible.

But now everything has changed.

Seeing a few clansmen running towards them with all their strength not far away, he stopped and shouted: "Turn around! Go pick them up!"

The five people heard the sound of horseshoes behind them, as if their hearts were trembling with the earthquake, and some people kept looking back, and the corporal shouted: "Don't look back! Run as fast as you can, just run into the army formation! "

He snatched a horse leg from a clansman who was obviously unable to hold it, resisted it on himself, and sprinted for the last distance with all his strength. He was a sword and shield soldier, and he practiced sprinting with weight every day. At this time, he showed his limit.

Finally, when the chasing soldiers were seventy or eighty steps away, they ran to the front of the army formation, and the dense formation immediately opened a small gap and let them in.

The five people slumped on the ground tiredly, gasping for breath, completely unable to figure out what happened.

Seeing the hedgehog-like army formation, the riders had no choice but to rein in their horses and line up in a row. This was where they thought their bows and arrows would not be able to shoot.

The leader rode on the horse, cried and howled a few words, stood on the horse's back and took off his animal skin, gestured at his lower body, pointed at the few people who ran into the team and shouted loudly.

Chen Jian looked at the head on the ground, and roughly understood that the head below was probably the son of the leader on the other side, so he could only explain it in this way. As for the possibility of another kind of homosexuality, the civilization level of the tribe on the other side is probably not enough. There is such elegance and pure true love.

The leader on the opposite side yelled and scolded, but there was nothing he could do about it. I couldn't beat this group of people at all, even though it was my own son, but if I led the clansmen to defeat the battle, then I would be pushed down by the clansmen.

His son's head was hanging on the opposite person, but he couldn't do anything now. After yelling and cursing for a long time, he finally jumped off his horse, pointed to his own horse, and pointed to the person in the team who tied his son's head. Made an exchange gesture.

This pure white horse was extremely majestic, even when he was most annoyed, he was reluctant to beat him, but now that he couldn't beat him, he had no choice but to ask for his son's body and the murderer in exchange.

In the customs of my tribe, it is impossible to live without a head, because the head can hold the spirit of all things, and only after opening the celestial spirit cover to let the spirit of all things dissipate can one rest in peace. Tranquility and sanctuary of the gods.

Whoever killed his son, he must get it back!

Chen Jian glanced at the majestic white horse, patted the corporal on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, and said with a smile: "Sooner or later, it will be ours. Why should I exchange tribal warriors for our own? Wolf skin, tell them."

Wolfpi laughed, pulled the bow behind his ear, and shot an arrow. Of course he couldn't hit it from such a long distance, but it could show his tribe's attitude.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you understand that this is a feather arrow that can kill people.

"In exchange for your dick, take it back and lick it."

He cursed loudly, pointed at the leader opposite, and made a circle with his left hand, and kept moving the index finger of his right hand.

The leader on the opposite side picked up the feathered arrow, stopped talking, pierced his finger hard, smeared blood on the arrow shaft, and broke it hard, leaving only the arrowhead.

This is a tribe's habit, which means that there is no way to reconcile, and only the spirit of war can decide the outcome.

Chen Jian didn't do too many movements, but ordered: "The archers move forward! The teams move forward alternately!"

The archers in the team immediately stood in front of the team from the gap, drew their bows and arrows, and the other side began to retreat, while Chen Jian blew the bone flute, and the whole team shouted in unison and moved towards the opposite side.

The leader took one last look at his son's head, and retreated with his clansmen, tightly holding the arrow that represented the endless hatred in his hand.

Seeing that the other party had retreated, the corporal leader walked up to Chen Jianjian, handed over his head, and asked naturally, "What can the tribe reward me?"

Chen Jian pointed to the pure white horse in the distance, and said, "That's yours. When you go to fight them, remember to keep an eye on your mount, don't let it get away."

The corporal laughed and said, "I thought I could just change a horn comb. What is that? It's so pretty."

Chen Jian thought for a while and said, "Let's call him a horse."

The corporal looked at the shadow galloping in the sea of ​​grass in the distance, and enviously imagined the scene when he rode that white horse in front of the woman in the future.

"It seems better than a horn comb."

He lifted up the head and said proudly and ostentatiously, "From now on, call me White Horse."

Chapter 80 Bonds

The white horse is lucky. In the years when the tribe had no horses, he was the first to have such a name.In the future, when people see the horse, they will always think of this story and the people in this story.

His luck lies in the fact that he is in such an era, otherwise, he would be charged with lightly provoking and provoking, and it may even be used as a scapegoat. At least in the eyes of literati of a certain era, this is a serious crime. To be engraved on the pillar of shame in history, such a stroke will also be left in the history books to warn future generations.

Tang Xuanzong, Han Yuzhou, Xin Qiji, Lin Zexu, these people basically carried such an interesting crime, either they were not highly evaluated, or they cut off their heads and gave them to foreigners to apologize, or they were demoted.

Fortunately, the power of the leader in this era comes from the support of the tribe, so even if Chen Jian wanted to shamelessly imitate Zhao Gou and kill Yue Fei to negotiate peace, he had no chance.

As for whether the rulers of future generations can do such a thing, he doesn't know, but there is nothing new under the sun, and there must be such things in future generations.

Considering that the situation is already endless, Chen Jian's previous plans have to be overthrown and restarted. The world is full of accidents, and it is impossible to develop perfectly as he expected.

A few days later, Chen Jian exercised his power as city leader for the second time, conscripted [-] wild people, and built a defensive earthen city at the mountain pass.

Tucheng is located in the south of the mountain and north of the water, and because it is right at the mountain pass, there are gloomy forests to the north, and flat land after burning to the south, so it is named Yangguan.

Twelve squads with a total of [-] soldiers are stationed in Tucheng all the year round, and they are rotated every two months. The first group of troops is led by Baima, and at the same time they are still spreading the word about Baima in the city to squeeze out any power that this incident can generate. little benefit.

There are dozens of soldiers on standby in the city at any time, so the manpower for harvesting wheat is somewhat stretched.

Harvesting wheat is heavy physical labor. A normal person only mows an acre of land a day. The harvest must be completed before the summer rains, and beans must be planted on the harvested land. The time is very tight.

Chen Jian asked someone to send a letter to those tribes who lived in the mountains who had come to pay tribute, and asked them to send people to help harvest. to a place near the city.

If you do not join the city as a wilderness, then planting is not allowed.

Chen Jian made it very clear that he had to accept it or continue to live a life of collecting. Every year, he would send people to check, and anyone who secretly learned to plant within the scope allowed by the city would be burned.

After the leaders got the news, they immediately made a decision, they would rather go to the wilderness to undertake corvee than live this kind of life of collecting.

Originally, Chen Jian was planning to digest them slowly, but because of the accident caused by the white horse, he had to use this semi-forced method, which might cause some dissatisfaction, but it was also the only way to solve the shortage of manpower.

After a summer rain, Yu Qian'er also brought the fleet back from the downstream. The boat was filled with sacks and beans, and people from various tribes began to return to their own tribes. Everyone was busy with the final receipt of goods.