From Chief to Ball

"No!"

Badger raised his head and roared. The moment he raised his head, a feathered arrow flew from a distance and pierced his throat.

A sweet and fishy taste reverberated in his mouth, he could not make any sound, just searched for who killed him with the last bit of strength, and finally saw clearly the person not far away, who was almost riding a horned deer yesterday The one who shoots himself...

He waved his arms, wanting to tell Chen Jian who was close at hand: "You are not a warrior, you are as weak as a rabbit, you only know how to knock on that little stone hammer..."

The strong body fell to the ground, and he didn't understand until his death why this weak man became the leader, why did the strong hunter still obey his orders?

Chen Jian walked up to Badger, cut off his head with a stone axe, hung it on the tip of a spear, and held it high so that the whole battlefield could see what happened here.

So the clansmen let out a cheer, and finally those who were still resisting completely lost their courage.

Regardless of checking the casualties, he stared at the village not far away, where there were still more than 200 women and slaves, so he rang the drum of war and told the tribe to disperse and move freely, and occupy that village without stopping and forming a team!

However, at the same time he gave the order, the fence of the village was suddenly opened, and a group of slaves were pushed out, running into a mess, crying and looking for their familiar buns, with ropes and vines wrapped around their bodies, rushing to the village. It messed up the soldiers who were about to enter the village.

In the village, Hongyu led the few remaining clansmen and a few attached foreigners, rode on the horned deer, opened the fence of the sheep pen, threw away everything that could be thrown away, opened the back door of the village, and prepared to escape.

At the moment when the 30 people charged, he knew that his tribe had lost and it was impossible to win. Even if Badger killed that Jian, the tribe could not win.

So she made a decision, opened the main gate of the village, pushed the slaves out, and let their cries buy her time.

If the man is gone, he can find it again, even if it is these foreign tribes who belong to him.

As long as I don't die, as long as my people don't die, before I die of old age, another group of children will grow up. They won't know who their father is, they will only remember that they were raised by their mother.

These foreign tribes who belonged to them have no way out, because they have killed their relatives in front of the tribe, even if they go back, they will not be accepted by the tribe again, and the only way to survive is to follow themselves.

There are horned deer and acorns in autumn, so I and the rest of my tribe can survive.There are seven or eight men, and of course there will be children. I can completely control these seven or eight stupid men. I only need to impregnate myself and my clansmen. When the children grow up, these people can die.

However, the moment she was about to jump out of the fence, there was a roar like a tsunami behind her, and it was a word she couldn't understand.

The bodies of the attached men around him froze suddenly, Hong Yu's heart felt cold, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

No.16 Chapter Capture

Red Fish couldn't understand what the people behind them were shouting, but those who shouted clearly, what Chen Jian told them to shout was: "The few men who can't survive will be killed by other tribes. Take those women and If you bring the horned deer back, Jian won’t kill you.”

Langpi followed closely beside Chen Jian, and asked curiously, "You really don't want to kill them? They killed their own relatives before."

"I won't kill them. But I don't know if their former clansman killed them or not. Besides, sometimes being alive is more terrifying than being dead."

Wolfpi scratched his head, thinking how could life be more terrifying than death?When he wanted to ask a few more questions, Chen Jian waved to him, called nine people, and found a few horned deer that had not been taken away.

"Go after them, and when you get close, shout what I said before, and bring back as many women and horned deer as possible."

"They won't believe it?"

"Those people are afraid of death. Even if they know it's a lie, they will tell themselves it's true. Whether you believe it or not depends on how many people there are when you catch up."

Wolfpi was a little puzzled, but he and the nine men rode the horned deer and chased after them.

The remaining clansmen were either catching sheep in the mountains and plains, or they were inspecting those who died in battle, and treating the wounded on their own side.

In the era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, injury and death are only one step away, and most blunt trauma, even if they survive, lose the ability to work, and the sequelae will gradually appear.

From the start of the opponent's charge to the end of the battle, it actually took only 10 minutes. There were a total of 400 people, which is the level of a village fighting.

This battle was fought in a muddle, but Chen Jian's side still achieved a good casualty ratio by virtue of the formation.The distance of the enemy's charge was too far, they rushed over in a chaotic distance of nearly a hundred meters, and the distance between the fast runners and the slow runners was at most a dozen meters.

At the moment of contact between the two sides, except for the anxious right wing, the own side was actually fighting one more.Those who rushed the fastest were already dead, and maybe those who ran slowly had just come to join the battle, which is why the whole team should approach the enemy before charging - the person who piled up the most in front of the enemy within a unit time, otherwise it would be the addition of the enemy. Oil delivery vegetables.

Seventeen people from the two tribes died in the battle, and many were injured, most of them were caused by the fighting on the right wing.Those servants had more casualties, and the casualty ratio was basically one to one in the fight with cold weapons without formation.

Chen Jian felt that it was necessary to make a battle summary with the clansmen after returning home, and also needed to train a few commanders who could command about 30 people.

In this kind of battle with 200 people, the fighters are fleeting.Communication basically relies on roaring, and I have an extra drum on my side, but it will take time for the clansmen to memorize many different commands.

He clearly found a fighter, but he couldn't convey it to his tribe. The army needs to use its arms, but as long as it doesn't have six fingers, it can use at most five fingers. This requires him to be the brain and create more arms. The arm directs the fingers again.

Maybe my own way of fighting is completely different from the way my tribe used to fight, so the tribe's first battle was a bit chaotic, and there was even a situation where the team on the left was watching the excitement.

Moreover, the battle line on his side is too thin, so it is okay to deal with this group of semi-primitives.If the leader on the opposite side didn't charge from a hundred paces away, but the whole team gathered around thirty paces away, and concentrated a little bit to attack and break through, only a team of five people on the first floor and a half couldn't stop it at all. Two, his entire battle line will collapse, turning into a state of fighting in the village.

These issues need to be summed up one by one, and after going back, we will think about how to fight in the future.

He lowered his head and pondered these questions. When the clansman who was arranging the corpse saw him, he couldn't help calling his name.

In the eyes of the clansmen, this was an incredible victory. How could anyone not die in a battle?In the past, disputes with other tribes were basically a life for a life.Not counting the rest of the tribes, only seventeen died on my side, while sixty to seventy died on the opposite side, and the rest were basically caught.

Since there are still souls after death, perhaps the clansmen who died in battle just went to another world.Although Jian said that there is no afterlife, there is a world after death. Otherwise, why would relatives who died before appear in his dreams?

They feel that they have two lives, one body and one soul, but no one knows what the soul world looks like, so they cherish being alive more now.Before dying, I always hope that the soul world will be the same as reality.Even if death doesn't come to him, he still looks forward to those who died.

Those who are alive are glad that they are alive, and they also know that such a victory was achieved by Chen Jian, so more people cheered his name.

Hearing the voice in his ear, Chen Jian knew that his position had become more stable.This victory will dissipate the last bit of doubt that the clansman had about the formation battle. The intuitive victory is more important than thousands of times he said it.

Amid the cheers, he walked to the place where the battle was most intense. Hua and his younger brother were lying on the land, and they hadn't looked forward to the moment when their own people would be rescued.Before Hua died, he hugged Badger's leg tightly, his head was smashed by Badger, and the clansmen were cleaning his body.

Several people then stabbed Badger's headless body with stone spears to vent their anger. This tiger-like man killed five or six tribesmen by himself.

Chen Jian picked up the stone spear wearing the badger's head, threw it to Song Song beside him and said, "Sprinkle with salt."

"What's the use? It's better to throw it away."

"Bring it to those tribes who betrayed the oath. They swore in front of their ancestors. If they betrayed the oath, they will always be punished."

"Are you going to find those tribes that didn't come?"

"Of course we will go, let them know the awe, and let them know the consequences of betraying their oath."

Song nodded, held the head in his hand, flung it back casually, and put it on his shoulder.There is no salt here, only those boats downriver.

The battlefield has been basically cleared out, the corpses of the tribe are piled up together, and the corpses of the enemies are also piled up together, but there are more of them.

The smell of blood hadn't been blown away by the wind, so Chen Jian gathered the rest of the people in the village to check the harvest this time.

Rescued more than 80 slaves, all of them were light and strong, and they all came from the two tribes that were attacked. At this time, I was crying there to tell my experience, and I finally felt relieved when I saw the buns on these people's heads.

More than 40 enemies were caught, and those who were injured were all slightly injured, and those who were seriously injured were hacked to death. It was considered a good deed to end their suffering.

There are more than 50 old and young people left in this village. They were abandoned when they fled just now, and now they are tied together with ropes. Some rescued slaves are throwing stones at them, but Chen Jian doesn't care.

The tribe also brought back a dozen frightened horned deer, both male and female, most of which were ridden away by those who fled.

The sheep were also kept, with more than 130 heads.Those harvested grains were piled up with several tents made of birch bark, and many pods and ears of wheat were piled up in wicker baskets. Judging from the pattern of weaving, one could guess that they were learned from him.