I am a Primitive Man

On the square between the inner and outer walls of the Qingque tribe, many people gathered together.

One hundred and twenty warriors of the Qingque tribe were holding weapons, standing straight, neatly lined up, and silent.

Compared with the uniformity and quietness of the people in the Qingque tribe, the people in the tribal alliance that came here seemed much more scattered.

Not only that, but they all hummed together.

In contrast between the two, the well-trained warriors of the Qingque tribe were immediately highlighted.

After a short while, the two hundred and ten people from the twenty-one tribes standing beside them also felt the atmosphere different.

They were stunned by the uniform green bird tribal warriors.

The humming gradually diminished, and finally fell silent.

The people of these tribes, look at the neatly organized blue bird tribal warriors, and then look at themselves. They used to think that there was nothing wrong with standing in a group like this, but they felt unnatural.

They moved quietly, trying to learn how to stand neatly like a warrior of the Qingque tribe, but unfortunately they couldn't do it.

"Pour wine!"

The witch in clothes made of thick tiger skins is rare today without holding a rabbit. The insignificant temperament that seemed to be old and disrespectful in the past is gone. Instead, it is the solemnity that can only be found in sacrifices. The old temperament on his body has disappeared a lot.

Following his command, the people of the Qingque tribe who were already prepared quickly came over with a stack of bowls and handed one to everyone who went on the expedition, and the other tribes were no exception.

Someone behind was holding the warm wine and poured it into the bowl one by one. A little hop splashed on the ground.

Looking at the warm and muddy wine in the bowl in his hand, the warriors of the Qingque tribe lit up one by one, and the eyes of the other tribes who had basically never drunk were also bright.

Although they have never drunk alcohol, they know one thing, that is, the food produced by the Qingque tribe is good food.

"Now I will defeat the semi-agricultural tribe! Drink!"

Standing at the front of the team, Han Cheng turned around and spoke loudly to everyone. After speaking, he held the wine bowl in both hands and respected everyone, then drank his neck.

"Beat the semi-agricultural tribe!"

"drink!"

The warrior of the Qingque tribe said this, and also respected the void in front of him with the wine bowl in both hands, then raised his head and screamed.

"￥%Semi-agricultural ￥Tv"

"drink!"

The people of the other tribes said vaguely, and with anticipation, they raised their necks and poured wine into their mouths, full of expectation.

"Cough cough cough..."

A series of violent coughs came to mind. Those who drank for the first time were blushing and their necks were thick, and some people kept sticking their tongues out and grinning.

Many people in the Qingque tribe who watched this scene couldn't help but laugh kindly.

Han Cheng put the wine bowl down and looked at the gathering of more than 300 people who are about to go on the expedition. He wanted to learn from a certain advertisement and shouted to the sky: "Who is your commander in chief?!"

"Your mission?!"

However, after thinking about it, I still didn't shout out these very exciting lines. Instead, I pulled out the rough copper sword around my waist and pointed at the sky diagonally and shouted: "Go ahead!"

The blood-red sun rose from the east, and the rays of light burst, dyeing the white snow with a coquettish red.

Many people holding weapons stepped on the snow and filed out from the gate of the Qingque tribe.

In the yelling voice, the headed elder brother led the deer to move first under the guidance of the slave of the sheep tribe whose face was tattooed.

The deer hoof stepped on the snow, and the sledge ran over and left two wide snow marks. Many dogs seemed to trudge in the thick snow.

In the middle of the long sledges, the one-size deer uncle is walking on the longer sledges.

In the front of the sledge, a stand was built with tree sticks, and a bamboo pole was tied in the middle of the stand. On the bamboo pole, the green bird flag newly embroidered by Xuemei Bai Xue was flying in the wind.

Leaning on the side of the flag-tied rack, a drum rack was placed. On the rack was a big drum. Drumsticks were placed on the side of the drum rack. Han Cheng, with leather gloves and black linen tied to his eyes, held the wooden rack with one hand. , The other hand was placed on the copper sword hilt worn on his waist, and the dog Fu Jiang was squatting beside his feet.

Looking at the marching team, Han Cheng felt some excitement.

This was the first time that he had set off with a tribal warrior, and it was also the first time that the Qingque tribe went to crusade a tribe with such a big fanfare.

I remember that a generation of war **** Li Jing once attacked the Turks in the snowy season, crippled this impossibly northern country in World War I, and captured the Turkic Khan in the Tai Chi Hall to perform a Hu Xuan dance. Knowing how much work can be done...

Under the gaze of the people of the Qingque tribe, the team of the Qingque tribe marched towards the east, crushing the snow all the way, except that everyone's eyes were wrapped in a layer of black linen, which seemed a little weird. The rest does not seem to be faulty.

In the semi-agricultural tribe, the priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe was wrapped in thick leather, sitting on a tree bump in the house and burning on fire, and looking out while grilling.

A slight clicking sound attracted her attention. It was a tree in the courtyard of the tribe that hadn't fallen leaves until now, and its branch was crushed by the heavy snow.

The branches drooped down, and the accumulated snow on them fell down rustlingly.

She deliberately left this tree when the courtyard was built. The purpose is to provide shade for the people in the tribe in summer.

Now that such a big branch was crushed, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe did not feel distressed. On the contrary, she had some ease and joy in her heart.

In fact since the heavy snowfall ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she has been in a good mood.

Because this means that for a long time in the future, your tribe will be in a very safe state.

During this period of time, I don’t need to think about the six clansmen who never come back after going out, nor do I need to think about where the rest of the sheep tribe has gone, nor do I need to worry about the mysterious one called Qing Tribe of finches.

This makes her very relaxed.

Looking out like this, she saw the slaves of the sheep tribe holding some hay to feed the animals in the tribe.

Seeing these people, the female priests of the semi-agricultural tribes were so angry.

It was not these slaves that made her angry, but the people who returned to the sheep tribe of their tribe.

It's been so long, these stupid guys haven't learned much about their tribe. How can she not be upset that she wants to get more news from these people?