Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

After the autumn harvest, Ma Zhan spent the past few months realizing that he had traveled back to the Neolithic Age.

He is from the Big Bow Tribe, a powerful tribe where everyone is good at archery.

Ma Zhan's new identity is Zhibing, and he is the new patriarch of the tribe.

Before the autumn harvest, a monster called the Nine-Headed Lion often harassed the Dagong tribe.

The chieftain of the armed tribe, holding a stone axe and carrying a bow and arrow, fought with the nine-headed lion for three days and three nights.

In the end, the nine-headed lion was subdued, and Chibing was also injured...

"Hold the soldiers, hold the soldiers." Ma Zhan was thinking about this ancient name.

'Who is it? It seems like there is such a person, but he doesn't seem that important.

He should not be a celebrity, and is far from Xingtian, Kuafu, Gonggong and others.

Anyway, I am not a celebrity. In this era, I am dead. At most, the Great Bow Clan will choose another leader.

The first time Ma Zhan saw the nine-headed lion he had tamed, he was almost scared to death.

A lion that is more than ten meters long and three meters high, with nine heads and wings on its back.

"This is called a lion, this is clearly a golden roar, my God."

Seeing the docile appearance of the golden-haired lion, Ma Zhan had nothing to fear and jumped onto its back.

"Gee, gee, gee... Damn, don't move, let's go hunting... Hey~~"

The golden-haired roar flew out and almost knocked Ma Zhan off his feet.

"It's too fast, too fast. How can it be so fast? I can't even open my eyes."

All nine heads of the Golden Haired Roar were thinking, this guy can't be a fool.

It's really shameful that I'm being used as a mount by a fool. ...

For a year, Ma Zhan didn't care about the affairs of the tribe at all, and he didn't know how to care.

Every day he rode his Golden Retriever around looking for excitement, and almost all the large animals within hundreds of miles of the Big Bow Tribe were killed by his horses.

The meat of the Dagong tribe piled up into mountains and could not be eaten up in several years.

Until one day, a golden eagle with nine heads landed in front of the Big Bow tribe.

A bearded man jumped down from the golden eagle and gave Ma Zhan a hug when he saw him.

"Eighty-first brother, long time no see."

"Eighty-first brother? Eighty-one? Oh my god, I finally remembered who Zhibing is."

The youngest of Chiyou's eighty-one brothers, I hold a weapon. Damn it, this is who I am.

The bearded man was very happy to see the wealth and strength of the Dagong tribe, and shouted loudly.

"Hold your weapons, men of great bows, we are going to war."

"Want to fight? Brother, who should we fight?" In fact, Ma Zhan basically had the answer in his mind, but he just didn't want to accept it.

"The Xuanyuan clan in the west wants us to submit to them, how can we, the Jiuli warriors, submit to others?

Shennong is old, and Xuanyuan wants the whole world. How naive. Doesn’t our eldest brother want the whole world too?

Let's go to Yuncheng and beat up the Xuanyuan clan."

After Ma Zhan dealt with the bearded man briefly, he ordered his tribesmen to prepare for the expedition.

Seeing that the patriarch had a gloomy face, the tribesmen knew better than to disturb him.

Ma Zhan sat on a stone by the stream, looking at the slowly flowing water, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. If primitive tribes want to develop, they must expand.

After expanding to a certain extent, friction will arise between tribes and war will be inevitable.

Now the war between Chiyou and Huangdi should have begun. Before that, the Battle of Banquan, which opened the prelude to the tribal war, should have been over.

The ancestor Shennong Yandi was old and probably had no intention of fighting.

The current Xuanyuan Huangdi has united with the Yan Emperor's people and is about to take control of the Central Plains.

In previous lives, most of the things that happened in ancient times were guesses and speculations, and Sima Qian's records could only serve as a reference.

For example, there are several versions of the relationship between the three ancient emperors.

Ma Zhan was skeptical about whether Chiyou was evil and whether Huangdi was committed to saving the people of the world.

These descriptive words are all prepared to whitewash tribal wars.

No matter how it is modified, the true essence is to grab territory.

But no matter who is good or evil, or what their purpose is, they are all my ancestors.

Maybe if you kill an old man holding a hoe with an axe on the battlefield, you might be a branch of his surname.

I am both a descendant of Yan and Huang and a commoner.

Helping one ancestor to fight another ancestor is a bit like betraying one's teachers and ancestors.

The most important thing about Ma Zhan is knowing the outcome.

Countless ancient gods participated in this battle, and countless people from the tribe died in this battle.

But horse warfare cannot be stopped. This is something that mankind must go through to move forward. No one can stop it, not even God.

Ma Zhan sat there in a daze for a long time. The warriors of the Big Bow tribe were ready to go to war.

The big-eyed girl put the cowhide armor holding the soldier next to Ma Zhan and went to tease Golden Haired Roar.

Oh... Go ahead and beat me, it would be better if you beat me to death soon so I can go back.

Whether returning to the modern era or returning to Liang State, it is better than fighting with our ancestors here.

Ma Zhan rode on Golden Haired Hou and came to the front of the warriors of the Big Bow Tribe.

Seeing the eight hundred young and strong men in the tribe, each of them wearing animal skin armor, carrying a large bow on their backs, and holding bone spears, they looked like an army.

Behind the young man were many women from the tribe, carrying food and daily necessities. Ma Zhan looked at the tribe again and roared.

"Let's go~~"

“Wow, wow, wow…”

The young and strong men struck the ground with their bone spears and let out war cries.

After marching for more than ten days, Ma Zhan led the young and strong men of the tribe to the camp of Chiyou's army.

As the youngest of 81 brothers, Ma Zhan was naturally favored by his eldest brother.

Ma Zhan, riding on the Golden-haired Horse, met Chi You for the first time.

Chi You did not have the three heads and six arms as in the legend, nor did he have a copper head and iron forehead. He just looked like a tribal chief.

However, Chi You exuded a strong sense of oppression, and even Ma Zhan, who was holding a weapon, could not withstand Chi You's pressure.

Ma Zhan can use the power of his weapon to press the giant dragon flying in the sky to the ground and rub it.

Facing Chiyou, they really did not have the courage to resist at all.

Now it can be confirmed that Chi You took the route of a pure warrior, whose main feature was the ability to both carry and fight.

"Hahaha, our eighty-first brother is here. I think his longbow army is really powerful now. It is worthy of being the main force of our Dongyi army."

Chi You's words made Ma Zhan's ears hurt, and several great gods around Chi You also started laughing.

Ma Zhan felt a little embarrassed, 'What a joke, am I qualified to sit with these ancient gods?

But that's true, I'm also one of the greats, even though I'm ranked last.

"My brother is really capable. This nine-headed lion is not so easy to tame. Do you want to compete with my iron-eating beast..."

"No, no..."

Yours is a national treasure. Although it has evolved into a fool after thousands of years, it is now a real ferocious beast.

The Dagong tribe, which was armed with weapons, was the last to arrive at the military camp. As soon as the Dagong tribe arrived, Chi You began to organize the army and swear an oath.

It was the first time that Ma Zhan saw a real ancient army. The wild atmosphere that hit him made him sigh at the fierceness of Chi You's army.

At the feet of the human race where countless ancient mythical beasts are crawling, countless bronze-skinned young men stand in endless rows.

The eighty-one brothers have different appearances, and almost all of them are born with strange visions, and are gods and demons sent from heaven.

Ma Zhan did not find anyone with supernatural powers among the eighty-one brothers. They all looked like normal humans, and he didn't even see a hunchback.

So what's the story behind the stone statue in the Red Eye Secret Realm? Who are the ancestors of the mermaids?

After three days of reorganization, the army set out westward. Along the way, Ma Zhan rode his golden-haired horse to visit various places.

There are many ancestors of ethnic minorities in the Jiuli tribe, and Ma Zhan is ready to get to know them.

If I could go back to the modern era, I could use this as something to brag about.