Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

However, if the people of the tribe were lent to the Frostgu tribe, and they attacked the Black Mountain tribe, wouldn’t it be death?

The only difference is that one will die after ten days, and one may die when.

How does this make Babu decide?

Seeing that Bab was silent, the thief said again: "Or, Pabu believes that the Heishan tribe really has the idea of ​​protecting other tribes and protecting the peace of a large area of ​​mountains? The wolf ambition of the Heishan tribe, presumably needless to say, Papu is more than me. It's clear."

Babu squeezed his neck: "However, it is no different than sending you to death if you leave the people to you."

Listening to Babu, Ji thief keenly captured a piece of information, that is to say, Babu meant that if it were not to die, he would agree.

Thinking of this, Ji Thief smiled.

His smile directly confused Babu.

I saw the thief laugh three times, laughed, and stared at Pabu faintly: "Does Pabu think the Heishan tribe is very powerful and invincible?"

Babu nodded, of course.

Otherwise, the Heishan tribe would not have conquered more than 80% of the tribes in a large mountain range within 20 days.

Ji Zei pursed his lips: "During the heyday of the strength of the Heishan tribe, I took the No. 10 tribe with them. At the cost of seven deaths in the battle, I killed 162 tribesmen and captured 28 members including the black bear. A Black Mountain cannibal. Now, their strength has declined a lot compared to before. Why does Papu think that I cannot defeat them?"

"That was because you had a spear thrower before, but now you have given it to the Heishan tribe. You are weaker and the Heishan tribe is stronger. You can't win at all." Babu said.

The thief screamed and asked Babu with a smile: "Really? I don't know, has Pabu Patriarch heard of a trebuchet?"

"Throw, trebuchet?" Babu was shocked.

The thief nodded, looked at the old patriarch, and then at the patriarch Babu, and said, "Please follow me."

The old patriarch grabbed a corner of the animal skin on his body and asked the thief weakly: "This, can I take it down?"

Ji thief: "···"

"Ahem, yes."

The old patriarch was overjoyed on his face, and quickly threw away the animal skins on his body. Looking at him, he was covered with sweat.

The two patriarchs followed Ji Thief all the way out of the cave and came to the back of the valley.

Here, more than twenty Frost Valley tribesmen, witches, fat elders, Usma, and Tushan were already standing here.

And surrounded by everyone, another tool with a strange shape.

There are two wooden shelves with a height of two people. In the middle of the wooden shelves, there is a square timber with a length of nearly twenty steps and the thickness of a thigh.

The square wood is horizontal on the shelf, one is long and the other is short.

On the long tail, there is a drop pouch made of wood and animal skin hung, and a vine hangs under the pouch.

On the short end, there is a huge wooden box hanging inside.

At this time, the wooden box was full of stones, weighing hundreds of catties.

The thief came to the front and asked Usma, "How is the preparation of the trebuchet?"

Usma suppressed his excitement: "My Lord Warrior, the people have already tested the trebuchet according to your instructions. There is no problem at all."

Looking at the other tribesmen, they all reacted like Uthma, and they were all excited.

The thief nodded, and said: "Okay."

While talking, the thief turned his head to look at Babu, pointing to the trebuchet and introducing: "This is the trebuchet. Its range and power are several times that of a spear thrower."

Bobu, who has seen the power of the spear thrower, does not believe the words of the thief. After all, the spear thrower that can dominate the battlefield at about forty steps is already the most advanced weapon in this era. How could it be better than the spear thrower? A more powerful weapon? Fortunately several times, there is no bottom line for joking, right?

Seeing an expression of disbelief on Babu's face, Ji Thief didn't seem to explain to him. After all, there is nothing more convincing than practice.

Ji Zei licked his lips, turned and waved: "Prepare."

His words fell, Tushan and other bear and tiger tribes immediately jumped up and grabbed the vines on the throwing bag, using their bodies to fall down.

When the wooden box was pulled away from the ground and the drop pouch was already close to the ground, two clansmen joined forces and took a stone and placed it on the pouch. They watched Ji Thief's movements and waited for Ji Thief's order.

"put!"

After a word fell, the huge boulder on the bag was driven by the huge force in the wooden box, and with a swish, it was thrown into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Babu saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

There is also a boulder weighing the weight of an antelope that was easily thrown into the air, spinning happily in the air, making a whistling wind, and falling straight into the distance.

through!

With a loud noise, is it two hundred steps or three hundred steps in the distance? The ground was smashed into a big hole, and the thrown stone directly sank into the ground for nearly half, and smoke was everywhere.

Babu's mouth was opened in surprise, and the larger one could fit two eggs.

The thief stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, swept away the non-existent smoke and dust, looked around and saw Usma and they were calmer than Babu. After all, they had seen the range of a trebuchet before, and they had some psychology. ready.

Unlike Babu, at this time, he was already dumbfounded.

"Patriarch Bab."

Ji Thief shouted.

"Yes, yes!" Babu responded subconsciously.

Ji Zei tilted his head to look at him: "Or, let's take a closer look at the destructive power of that catapult?"

Babu recovered from the shock and nodded like garlic.

Ji Thief smiled, and stepped forward.

Upon seeing this, Babu hurriedly followed.

As the two of them walked, they murmured in the mouth of Bobu who followed.

Ji thief listened carefully, but found that he was counting the attack range of the catapult.

When the two came to the boulder, Babu exclaimed: "Oh my God, three hundred and twenty-four steps, so far!"

Ji thief twitched his nose: "Is this far? When I make a little improvement, the attack distance of this thing can easily reach 400 steps."

Babu was even more shocked. He looked down at the huge boulder on the ground that was halfway through, only to feel that his head was not enough.

Four hundred steps, so far, can still maintain such a large amount of lethality, there is almost no **** crushed by the spear thrower.

This feeling is like a black bear in the jungle, with thick skin and great lethality, compared with rabbits that only like to punch holes.

Of course, the trebuchet is naturally the black bear.

Looking at Bab who was shocked and unable to speak, the thief turned around and hugged his arms: "Now, is Pablo Patriarch assured that he will lend me the people?"

Babu hurriedly rubbed his face a few times and looked at Ji Thief with a complex expression: "This, this is crazy, the Black Mountain Tribe is too powerful, I have to think about it."

Ji Zei shrugged: "Of course it’s okay. After all, this is a matter of life and death for a tribe. It should be considered. However, my suggestion is that Chief Bab doesn’t go back and lives in the Frost Valley tribe. After all, I I don’t want to leak the news. If the Black Mountain Tribe knows, everyone will finish playing."

Babu was taken aback, and then he understood Ji Zei's intentions, and gave a wry smile: "The warrior is right. This point should be considered."

The thief clapped his hands, and Usma hurried over: "Master Warrior."

It can be seen that because of the successful test shot of the trebuchet, this guy also has uncontrollable joy on his face. Defeating the Black Mountain tribe is right in front of him.

The only thing missing is manpower.

"Tell the elder, the guests of Fenggu tribe will stay with us today."

Usma nodded respectfully and turned around.

The Ji thief looked back at Babu: "Clan Chief Babu, today, please try some specialties of our tribe."

Babu: "???"

After half an hour, Babu understood what the special product Ji Pirate was talking about.

On the clearing in the middle of the valley, there were more than ten crock pots lined up, and beside each crock pot, stood a female Shuanggu tribe.

Under the crock pot, the flames kept licking the bottom of the pot, and the crock was filled with antelope meat.

At this time, the mutton fragrant, flowing into the nostrils of the people along the air, and the greedy person can't help but drip down.

Gudong, Gudong.

There was a burst of swallowing sounds, and the more than a dozen Fenggu people who came with Babu stared at the meat in the earthen jar and refused to take the least of their attention.

If it hadn't been for the patriarch of his own to be watching, I am afraid that these Fenggu people, who often can't even eat meat, would have rushed to eat them.