From Chief to Ball

They were already satisfied, but these people in front of them actually broke the stability they had waited so hard for, and they didn't know what their future fate would be, so they finally felt a little uneasy.

The shivering slave heard a familiar language in his anger, which he once spoke himself.

"Wolf skin, lead people to chase those women, and kill all the sheep. No matter how many you chase, you must come back when the shadow is shortest."

The slave looked up to see a burly young man brandishing a short sword, jumping onto a horse with a rope in its mane, whistling, and chasing the fleeing women down the river.

Suddenly, the slave looked at the tied hair of these people, and finally thought of something. He had tied his hair like this before, and someone asked them to swear to deal with the tribes in the west, but his tribe did not go. He became a slave and watched his clansmen being killed one by one, but he survived because he knew how to weave wicker baskets and catch fish.

He hid in the corner, the wailing before dying was everywhere in his ears, but he was recalling the name of the young man who directed the crowd to kill in his head, and finally remembered.

"Health?"

The people around Chen Jianjian heard the shout and looked at a dark and thin slave with blank eyes in the distance.

Chen Jian didn't expect to hear his own name here, although this name is rarely called by anyone.

Several people captured the slave. Chen Jian looked at the man in front of him and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

The slave nodded, and said in a language that he hadn't used for a long time, "I went to your village to exchange pottery rings."

Chen Jian didn't remember this person, but since this person named Tao Huan, he should be a survivor of the tribe that was looted and slaughtered before.

"How many people are there in your tribe?"

He held out his finger, indicating that there were eight more.

"Can you ride a horse?"

"horse?"

Chen Jian pointed to the mount under his crotch, and the man nodded.

"Will those slaves know it?"

"Some will and some won't."

Chen Jian turned around and shouted: "Don't kill those women, surround them and get together."

Soon, the remaining hundred or ten women were surrounded. After a few who wanted to escape were killed, they no longer wanted to escape, so they crowded together blindly.

The bunch of bewildered slaves were also driven over. Chen Jian asked the slave next to him, "Can they understand what you say?"

"can."

Chen Jian asked his people to look for human skin drums made of scalps and skulls in the village, and he still asked the slaves, "Are there any relatives here?"

The slaves looked at the pile of scalps and bones in horror, and after hearing someone relay it, they were silent for a long time, and finally someone couldn't help crying loudly holding a skull.

Like the first spring thunder, following the first cry, more and more cries sounded, their eyes were finally no longer numb, maybe there was no hope yet, but at least there was sadness and anger.

Chen Jian asked people to call out the first crying person in the crowd. The slave girl was holding a skull that was obviously a child, sobbing. Maybe it wasn't her child at all, but she thought of the dead child.

A stone ax was thrown into the woman's hand, and Chen Jian asked, "Who do you most want to kill?"

The woman raised her head in a daze, and Chen Jian stuck to her ear and shouted loudly: "Who do you most want to kill?"

The female slave raised her head, glanced over the surrounded women, and finally stopped on a person, gripped the stone ax tightly, pointed at the woman tremblingly, and said, "Her!"

"Tell everyone why. Say it, and you will kill her yourself if you say it."

Chen Jian deliberately held the skull in front of the woman, and asked in a bewitching voice: "Is this your child? Your child is dead... was she killed? If the child does not die, is it now?" Already know how to call mom?"

After asking a few words, the woman finally broke down, screaming her own story hoarsely and frantically, Chen Jian caught the bad woman in the story, and the female slave brandished a stone axe, and smashed the woman into a meat paste , When he had no strength, he was still biting with his teeth.

Looking at the woman who had fallen into madness, the numb slaves finally started to get angry and thought of their own stories.

Starting from her, slaves one after another expressed their hatred, and a massacre began.

Chen Jian did not stir up any conflicts between the slaves and the slave owners, and transferred all the conflicts to the skin color and blood sacrifice. At least none of these slaves had the same skin color as the slave owners. This kind of conflict is very intuitive and very easy to provoke.

The transfer of contradictions is something that every ruling class should study carefully. Apart from not having to sacrifice human blood, the situation of the slaves in Xia City is actually similar, and Chen Jian will not commit suicide by himself.

When the wolf skin came back, it was already noon. Chen Jian looked at the horses and sheep in the village, estimated the number, and ordered a large number of sheep to be killed.

Those vengeful slaves looked at all this, from numbness to hatred, and finally ignited the hope of living again, asking: "What should we do?"

"If you can ride a horse, get on a horse, and if you can't ride a horse, cut off the heads of these women and drive the sheep down the river. We will burn a forest and go south along the forest. If you get there alive and bring these women half of these sheep are yours, and no one can kill you at will.”

The flock of sheep was killed by Chen Jian, and even if these people were slowly caught by the grassland tribes, there were only a few hundred sheep. As for letting the slaves carry the head of the former master, it was a gamble.

If you are lucky, your tribe can have a lot more sheep, and there is also a group of wild people who can herd sheep and grow near Yangguan.Bad luck, carrying the head will make these slaves be killed by a vengeful tribe, leaving no slaves for that tribe.

As for whether they can survive, it is up to them. It is impossible for him to escort these people, because it will delay the battle. If it is not a temporary intention, he even wants to kill them all.

The more than 50 slaves who could ride horses all got on their horses, helped drive the horses, and galloped towards the lower reaches of the river, with a group of thin slaves behind them.

The village behind them has already ignited everyone, and all the painful memories have been reduced to ashes, and their dreams of being safe slaves have been completely shattered.

Where are the burned woods?how far?They didn't know, but at least they had a glimmer of hope, so they grabbed the severed head and tied it tightly to themselves.

Chapter 11 Fanning the Flames

On the way back, there was no surprise, just chasing and killing a few riders who delivered the news. It seems that the remaining men should also know about the destruction of the village.

In the evening, we found a camp on the river bank and ran back and forth. Seven or eight horned deer couldn't hold on anymore, and it seemed that they couldn't survive.

When the soldiers in the camp were boiling for the horses they brought back, several scouts dug a pit, buried the exhausted horned deer in it, took off the antlers and inserted them there as a tombstone.They don't hesitate to kill, but they lament over a dumb animal.

In the camp, several tribes in charge of the army gathered together to discuss the expedition.

"Ji Xia, I was too careful this time. If we knew it was the case, we wouldn't have to bring so many donkeys and people with us. Just a few less would be enough to wipe out this tribe. If that were the case, we wouldn't have attacked E Yue If they want to send troops, they ask us, so that we can get more benefits. Maybe we can learn their method of burning black pottery."

Chen Jian said with a smile: "The leader is responsible for the entire city. After fighting now, you think it is easy to win, but before I fought, I didn't dare to lose at all. Anticipate the enemy and think of the enemy Be strong, don't pin your victory on other people's mistakes. What if we don't get the horse? Walk a little bit to their village with your legs, and those women run away, so we need to keep chasing, at least A dozen or so days will make it impossible for them to survive this winter."

He didn't expect that this battle would be fought like this, which may be the reason why he had a deep memory of the nomad cavalry in his previous life, but in this era, the nomad cavalry is really lackluster.

No stirrups, no saddles, no riding bows, no way to attack with javelins, and the tribe has not been integrated into a political power...

The ecology of the grasslands is far more fragile than that of the cultivated plains. Without enough horses and sheep, a tribe is doomed. Now the remaining people of that tribe have nothing to eat.

It seems that a tribe has been wiped out with a few gestures, but these tribes are like the weeds on the grassland. The wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows again.

One of the reasons for this expedition is for horses, and the other is to stabilize your position in the city. Only through continuous wars and victories can the various tribes in the city continue to benefit, so that they can get enough support. There will be an election every three to five years, and then the final tenure.

Now it seems that both goals have been achieved, but for a longer-term consideration, he called the slave and asked: "Are there other tribes nearby?"

"Yes, but it's far away. If you go north for more than ten days, there will be a desert full of stones. There is a piece of salt water nearby. There is a very powerful tribe nearby. We were driven to exchange the salt we ate before. and tanned salt."