From Chief to Ball

The leader stretched out his hands, as if he was holding his first child when he was young, carefully put away the clay pot, and asked gratefully: "Give it to us, what do you use?"

"We have as many as there are stones in a cave."

"Is this also the guidance of the ancestors?"

"Yes, the ancestor told my brother, and he told us."

"The younger brother named Jian?"

"Ah."

The leader shook his head in amazement, longing for his own people to be guided by their ancestors, not asking for as many clay pots as there are stones in the cave, just asking for a few.

Seeing that they were talking about whether to comb their hair and draw a black and white bear, Song asked, "By the way, are the people of the Meteor tribe still like that?"

"Yeah, every few days we have to send prey, acorns, wild fruits, and many, many things. When they go hunting, they will also come to our tribe and eat our food."

"Why do you want to give it? This is your thing. So many tribes, can't they beat them together?"

The leader shook his head and said: "Some time ago, the tribes from far away brought people to discuss this matter, but soon some tribes told them about it, and the tribe that made the suggestion was killed many people, and the rest People were also taken away to chop wood, and when the fruit was not enough to eat, they were all killed."

"What about the informant tribe?"

"They don't need to give so much prey to the Meteorite tribe. Besides, we can't beat them. Their ancestors came from the sky, and they have weapons given to them by the sky. Maybe... maybe your current tribe can't beat them, right? "

Song haha ​​laughed, and the woman next to her was even more trembling with laughter. In their view, they were the ones protected by their ancestors, and they were just stones that fell from the sky.

The leader sighed: "Song, I heard about your former tribe. You should have seen the weapons in those people's hands."

Song smiled and said: "Yes, but because we didn't have the protection and guidance of our ancestors at that time. What are those stones that fell from the sky? Now our tribe has changed the appearance of mountains, rivers and rivers."

Seeing the shocked expressions of those people, when Song was about to say something more, several people rushed in from outside and shouted: "Go! The people from the Meteor tribe are here!"

The whole cave suddenly became flustered, and the leader hurriedly stood up and said, "Song, hurry up, they will kill you and take away your things."

The women were a little panicked and leaned behind the man, but these men who had participated in real battles were not too worried, and looked at Song together.Because Jian said that there are important things along the way that must be listened to, just like fighting a war. Those who don’t listen will be caned or even exiled from the tribe.

Song tried his best to keep calm and asked, "How many people?"

The panicked man stretched out five fingers and said, "There are so many, just over the river, I saw them."

The slightly flustered woman was immediately relieved, five people... There are seven men on her side, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Seeing Song's expression, the leader hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Song, run, don't fight them. If the Meteorite tribe finds out, we will be killed too!"

Matsushita touched the pendant on his chest subconsciously, and his mother's bones were attached to the place where his heart was beating. Recalling the tragedy a few months ago, the blood that had been forbearance suddenly boiled.

He did not forget Chen Jian's entrustment, not to provoke the Meteorite tribe, but to live.

But he thought, with only five people, of course he would live!

Looking at the anxious leader, Song let go of the hand holding the pendant, and said firmly, "You don't have to be afraid, because none of them will return alive, and the members of the Meteor tribe will think they were eaten by wild beasts."

Then he broke free from the leader's hand and shouted: "Let them see, see how we fight, and see the mighty power of our ancestors' protection! Kill them all!"

Roar!

The seven men roared together, rushed outside, took out bows and arrows and stone axes from the grass sledge, and naturally stood in a row, waiting for Song to tell them how to fight.

After several months of smelting, these young men who used to only know how to rush forward are no longer what they were before.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, and man is copper.

But the same world, but due to different natures, some are still as stubborn as the original when the world first opened, while others have already broken through the wild shell.

The leader ran out of the cave, looking at the black and white flag fluttering in the wind, feeling restless.

"The asylum of the ancestors...will it really bring victory? Seven people fighting five people from the Meteorite tribe...how can they win?"

Chapter 34 Lies

It is very clear that seven people can't win against five people with meteor weapons under normal circumstances.

He knew that the dark weapons in those people's hands were far sharper than his stone axe.

The wicker shields of the clansmen can block the throwing stones, but they can't block the stabbing of the dark weapons at all; the stone ax kills people by hitting them on the top of the head, but the enemy's weapons can directly pierce into their bodies, which must be faster than themselves.

Line up to protect themselves, those five people can't hurt themselves, but they can't kill them either.

The enemy is still blocked by the willow trees on the river bank. He pointed to a few big trees not far away and said, "Climb to the trees with bows and arrows and hide, and shoot when I let you shoot."

Several big trees were more than 20 steps apart. The people of the tribe climbed up the trees and hid behind the leaves. They just wondered if those people would run under the trees so obediently?

Standing under the tree with a stone ax in hand, Song thought of what Chen Jian had said to him.

Fighting a war is similar to hunting: either disperse the herd and kill the weakest inside first; or it is like fishing in a wicker basket, letting the fish go where you want them to go for food.

He is now going to be the bait in the wicker basket, and the clansman hiding in the tree is the wicker basket.

Gripping the stone ax tightly, he resolutely walked towards the river. Near the river bank, he saw people from the Meteorite tribe.

The five people talked and laughed, very relaxed, and found that they were wearing strange pine, and did not recognize that this was a member of the tribe they had slaughtered.

But Song recognized them, and he clearly remembered that his brothers and sisters were killed by them.

Winners often forget who they killed, losers always remember who killed their loved ones.

He picked up a stone, threw it hard at the five men, and shouted, "I'm not dead yet!"

The stone missed, and they cursed loudly, and it seemed that some of the five recognized Song.Immediately, according to the usual hunting appearance, two people rushed directly, and the other three ran to the sides, preparing to circle around.

Song waited for the five people to cross the river, and ran back before the three had time to go around.

Those five people haven't thought about traps and the like, because they haven't fought battles like this yet.After swearing at rabbits and roe deer a few times, he chased after him.

After three months of running away with the stone on his back, Song ran towards the big trees, and even had the energy to look back at the people behind him.

When he was approaching the big tree, he slowed down, and when the five people were still ten steps away from him, he suddenly climbed onto a tree, stood on a branch above, and yelled at the five people.

He knew that the few people he brought were not wolf-skinned enemies who couldn't shoot and run.

Five people chased after the tree, and one person wanted to climb up. Song took a stone ax and chopped off his hand. The person was so frightened that he immediately let go and jumped down, bent over to pick up a stone and threw it up.

Seeing all five people under the tree, Song shouted, "Shoot!"

The clansmen who had already prepared immediately shot down from the branches. Even if they were not as good as wolf skins at a distance of twenty steps, they were still enough to hit them.

The feathered arrows flew out, at such a short distance, facing the almost defenseless enemy, four people were hit by the arrows in an instant.