I am a primitive

The arrowheads were handed over to the archery team, who would polish and install the arrowheads themselves.

Because of the limited manpower in the tribe, the production of feather arrows has not been assigned to a dedicated person, but the people who use bows and arrows make them when they are free.

People in the tribe did not have any dissatisfaction with this arrangement. They felt that the bows and arrows they made were easy to use.

Making bows and arrows and feather arrows is the ability that a person who uses bows and arrows should have. This is the consensus of the tribe.

Especially those who are good at using bows and arrows are convinced of this.

Well, the people in the tribe were completely led astray by Junior Brother Sha, who was the best at archery.

After several years of development, the feather arrows in the tribe have basically been replaced by bone arrows or arrows made of animal teeth, because the feather arrows made of these two materials are the most useful.

Of course, this was before the appearance of bronze. Now that there is bronze in the tribe, after a while, bronze arrows will definitely replace bone arrows and become the mainstream of arrows in the tribe.

These two most aggressive units of the Qingque tribe will undoubtedly become more powerful after being equipped with bronze weapons.

If the previous Soaring Snake tribe came after the Qingque tribe was generally equipped with bronze weapons, then facing the huge rhinoceros with rough skin and thick flesh, they could try to be tough without traps...

"Put it on the ground and stab again!"

Under the autumn sun, among the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng raised his voice and called to stop an upcoming experiment.

Holding the gleaming bronze Changge in his hand, Shang was about to thrust out with all his strength, and holding a rattan shield covered with a layer of leather in both hands, lunging under his feet, the senior brother who was ready to attack stopped as he said.

The two guys who were about to attack the shield with their spears turned their heads to look at their son of god, obviously not quite understanding why the son of god stopped them at the last moment.

"Put the shield against the wall first, and then hold it with your hands after you have tried it."

The bronze daggers that had been cast before had already been installed. Because they were the first batch of bronze weapons, everyone was extra serious when polishing them. They put them on the whetstone one by one to make the blades very thin and extremely sharp.

Using such a weapon to stab the vine shield in the tribe, there is really no guarantee that the vine shield in the tribe can block such an attack.

To be on the safe side, the leader of the tribe would not be changed after the experiment. Han Cheng pointed to the wall while speaking, signaling the elder brother to lean the rattan shield in his hand against the wall.

The elder brother and the others are so tough, as a stable person, Han Cheng can't learn from them.

After understanding what Han Cheng meant, the senior brother felt that Shenzi was a little too careful.

You must know that his shield is carefully crafted. Not only is the cane used for weaving it thick, but it is also covered with a layer of strong leather, which is extremely strong. The bronze dagger looks sharper, but it may not be able to Break through your own vine shield.

Thinking about it this way, the elder brother still put the rattan shield in the corner very kindly.

"puff!"

Shang clenched the bronze dagger and stabbed vigorously towards the vine shield. The dazzling head of the dagger flashed in the air, and then hit the rattan shield firmly, making a sound, and most of the sharp bronze dagger disappeared into the vine shield. shield.

With a strong hand, Shang picked up the rattan shield while holding the wooden pole.

The elder brother was stunned for a moment, then ran over quickly, pulled the rattan shield off, looked at the breach in the rattan shield and the broken cane, his heart ached, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch,

This is indeed a bit too scary. If the son of God hadn't called to stop, the vine shield was still held in his hand, and his arm would have been pierced by the bronze dagger!

It wasn't just the elder brother who was surprised, the rest of the people who saw this scene were also shocked by this blow.

Although he already had a high opinion of the bronze weapon in his heart before, but seeing its power with his own eyes now, he finally understood why the Son of God was so interested in this kind of thing.

Under the autumn sun, the golden bronze dagger exudes a dazzling brilliance, which fascinates the eyes. At this moment, it has undoubtedly become the most dazzling existence here.

Those who have bronze weapons in their hands hold the bronze weapons tightly, while those who do not have bronze weapons look eagerly at the direction of the copper furnace...

The world is big, and it is not clear how big Han Cheng is.

There are large and small tribes living in the world, and these tribes live in similar, repetitive and completely different ways, day after day.

In such a process, some tribes went extinct, some became stronger, and some because of an accidental factor, broke the team that circled around the mouth of the flower pot, and some bugs appeared that looked elsewhere. Therefore, the inherent life changed.

When the people of the Qingque tribe were excited for the bronze sword, a war was also taking place in the north where they could not see.

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The farther north you go, the earlier winter will come.

Of course, this only refers to the northern hemisphere.

In the area where the Qingque tribe is located, before autumn is completely over, in a place to the north, early winter has already arrived.

For people of this era, winter is not a popular season.

For the words that accompany winter are cold, hunger, and death.

If possible, the people living here would be very happy not to live in winter.

Winter comes early and leaves late. For the tribes living here, food storage becomes extremely important.

Not to mention the short time left for them to store food, they still have to store a lot of food to cope with the extra winter.

The pressure of food enveloped all the primitive tribes on this land. Compared with the tribes in the south, the tribes living in the northern regions undoubtedly had greater food pressure.

Food is something that every tribe takes very seriously, especially when winter is about to fully set in.

At this moment, a war caused by food is about to start in the relatively icy wind in the north.

Holding a wooden spear much thicker than ordinary people's, the big worm smiled happily.

While being happy, he was still constantly feeling his luck in his heart. While feeling this way, the other hand couldn't help touching his forehead.

Before coming out today, there was a simple and mysterious pattern drawn with water by the old people in the tribe.

It was the elders in the tribe praying for the blessings from the gods they believed in and bringing good luck to their tribe.

Now, the old man's prayer came into effect, and the gods of their tribe really blessed them, sending fat food to them.

Not far from the burly and majestic Big Worm who was carrying a wooden spear and the tribesmen who followed him, there were sporadically lying down a few animals with long hairs on their bodies.

The animals are not small, and each one can produce a lot of meat.

These animals are already dead, and beside the animals are some people holding sticks in their hands, and black and inconspicuous stones are tied to the sticks.

Holding the weapons in their hands, these people pointed at the big worm and others, and some even took the opportunity to drag the prey behind them, wanting to use this method to prove that they had killed the prey.

The tiger's eyes wandered here for a while, and then fell on the few dead prey.

In the face of sufficient interests, primitive people can also become impure.

Just like the big worm now, there is an undisguised greed in his eyes.

"#￥5!"