So the primitive people who had just "denounced" He Chen began to sing one sentence after another.
"Dahuang! Fight!"
"We hunt and we fight!"
"Kill the Arbo monster, kill the big food flower!"
"Food! Food!"
"Eat eat eat!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
…
It's uneven and toneless, like a meaningless roar.
But at the same time, it has a wild, powerful and rich taste.
The sound echoed through the sky, and you could even feel that the dark clouds dispersed a little.
"this……"
He Chen felt like he was burning and his blood was boiling.
Yes! This is the song of prehistory! This is the song of the wilderness!
It's not a soft homesick song, nor is it a lingering and melancholy sound.
The song of the wilderness is a song of hunting, a song of battle, and a song of killing!
"What-"
Not only were the tribesmen yelling at you and me, but even Xiaobai couldn't help but let out a long cry.
It almost wanted to hit someone when He Chen sang just now, but now, it felt like it had to bark a few words, otherwise the blood in its body would be too boiling.
"Quack!"
"Daga~"
…
Not only Xiaobai, but also many fellow elves in the tribe were affected by their singing and began to sing.
The scene was messy, even messier than before.
"Uh, no, no, no."
The situation is out of control. The entire fence is now filled with demons dancing wildly and demonic sounds filling our ears.
"Mom." He Chen smiled bitterly.
But at this moment, a melodious and powerful chant came from Monument Mountain:
"What-"
At the same time, Grandpa Baidie’s old and murderous telepathic voice suddenly echoed in everyone’s hearts:
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
"boom"
With just four words, everyone's voices were immediately silenced.
The tribe fell silent.
He Chen felt his eyes turn red.
Fighting, blood, hunting, escape.
He seemed to have seen Grandpa Baidie following the spirit witch back then.
Starting from the far north, starting from the destruction of the insect tribe, we have overcome obstacles and braved wind and waves, and finally arrived here.
Along the way, hunt, be hunted, attack, and be attacked.
Blood and sweat fly together, death and survival coexist.
This is prehistory!
Great prehistory!
Elves are not Pokémon, nor are they Pokémon.
It's a monster.
A monster that eats people and is eaten by people!
"call--"
After a long while, He Chen let out a breath, opened his eyes, and was sweating profusely.
The rain in the sky seems to have become lighter.
It seemed that Grandpa Baidie was only awakened by them. He howled a few words excitedly and then became silent.
"Baby, is this what you were thinking of? Oh, yes, a song."
The rain was pouring down, and it seemed that they had just recovered from the four "kill" words spoken by Grandpa Baidie.
Everyone in the hunting team seems to be in good spirits now, completely different from how they looked sick and tired before.
The power of song.
"Yes, this is the song! The Song of the Wilderness!"
He Chen wiped the rain and sweat from his forehead, his eyes brightened: "Uncle, you go back first, I'll go back and think about it, and let's sing together at night!"
The chorus just now gave He Chen some new ideas again!
Civilization! Culture!
This is a way to deepen cohesion!
Flags, tombstones, disciplines, and tribal songs can all enhance the centripetal force of culture and virtually enhance the combat effectiveness of tribal people.
The tribesmen in the past were snatched away and became people of other tribes. But with these "virtual" things, even if they were kidnapped, they would still want to come back!
Moreover, in order to protect the tribe and the people, everyone will not be afraid of death.
Even if the tribe is destroyed, as long as things like flags and songs still exist, someone will rebuild the tribe!
"Perhaps, I should also make up some stories for everyone to listen to." He Chen thought.
It can’t be said that it’s a story, it’s just a story about what happened from the worm tribe to the green worm tribe and then to the yellow worm tribe, and then narrates it after modifying it with some language techniques.
These stories were taught to the tribe's cubs from an early age, and when they grew up, most of the tribe's culture was formed.
Even today's adult tribesmen can be infected.
tell a story.
He Chen wants to tell some good stories, good stories about struggle, fighting and hunting, instead of beautiful fairy tales like Snow White.
About heroes and ancestors.
Just like his previous life.
Thinking about China's thousands of years, there has never been a time when heroes and great men were born at times of crisis and national destruction.
They stood up to turn the tide, sacrificed their lives generously, and finally created the most resilient nation in He Chen's previous life.
He Chen did not expect that the Great Wilderness Tribe would eventually become a tribe that created a great nation like the Yan and Huang Tribes, but he hoped that the Great Wilderness Tribe could spread for a longer period of time.
He knows it's difficult.
But nothing is easy in the world.
Since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty vowed to kill the Xiongnu, Ran Min killed Hu Ling to purify the world, and the Sui and Tang Dynasties suppressed the world for hundreds of years...
Song Dynasty, late Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty...
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history!
Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away they are.
…
These are the spirit and pride of China.
Talents emerge in large numbers, and the endless will has been passed down for thousands of years and will last forever.
Even in modern times.
Is it easy to clean up China under the gaze of the great powers? Is it easy to turn the tide when the country is in ruins? Is it easy to inherit a legacy that will last for thousands of years?
The boundless grassland, the endless killing enemy troops, and the millions of poor and weak compatriots.
Haven’t you come over yet? Haven’t you won yet?
But now, for the Dahuang tribe, are the problems they face definitely more difficult than those faced by He Chen in his previous life?
All are difficult.
Difficulties can only be divided into two types, one is overcome, and the other is not overcome.
Nothing is easy in the world. In the final analysis, it is all about unity, will and wisdom.
Look at those great powers, who still remembers that he is a descendant of the Roman Empire? Who dares to say that his inheritance has spread for thousands of years?
Life goes on forever, only Hua Xiaer.
…
Perhaps because of being touched by the Song of the Wilderness today, He Chen felt that his brain was sober as never before.
All the past life events, one by one, are extremely clear.
Supporting thousands of years of civilization and culture, advanced and powerful science and technology.