In the next few days, under the leadership of Han Cheng, the focus of everyone in the Qingque Tribe shifted to preparing for the capture of the Bone Tribe.
Han Cheng has been thinking about possible situations and corresponding strategies.
From time to time, I would discuss it with my senior brother and shaman, and sometimes I would call everyone over to make arrangements.
Some of the people in the Qingque tribe are repairing weapons, and those who often participate in training will sometimes meet and cooperate in some attack drills in accordance with the requirements of the Son of God.
In this atmosphere, time passed by minute by minute, and five days passed by in the blink of an eye.
A fish-belly white color appeared in the east, and the darkness slowly faded away. After a night of deep sleep, all things spiritually nourished themselves, and they all woke up.
The atmosphere of the Qingque tribe is different from the past. In the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, there is an unclear thing called chilling.
The gate of the wall was open, and thirty people were arranged into four teams, under the leadership of their respective captains, standing in an open space in front of the gate.
They are the Qingque warriors who are about to go into battle!
At the front of the queue stood Han Cheng, the man in charge of the armed forces.
On a simple table made of stone and wood, half a tank of warm water was placed.
A pheasant with flapping wings had its neck cut open by a stone knife. The blood fell into the water and peach blossoms bloomed.
After stirring with a long-handled spoon, bowls of warm water with a hint of red were delivered to the people who were going on the expedition.
"...Safety first, I will prepare a celebration banquet and wait for you to return...Fuck it!"
After Han Cheng said this uninspiring oath, he raised the warm water mixed with blood in his hand, raised his neck, and drank it.
There was no wine, so I had to make do with this.
Everyone who was preparing to go to war also raised their bowls and imitated the Son of God, raising their necks and drinking.
It's just that they drank too carefully, and no water slipped down their chins, which made them look a little less heroic.
"Snapped!"
Han Cheng drank the water from the bowl in one breath and threw the bowl in his hand to the ground.
"Pa bang bang..."
The rest of the people who drank the water subconsciously followed the actions of the Son of God and dropped the bowls in their hands on the ground.
Many people regretted it after doing this action, and hurriedly reached out to fish it out. Where could they find it? The bowl had already been broken.
What was supposed to be a solemn and passionate ceremony fell apart at this most beautiful moment.
Han Cheng wanted to laugh, but he tried hard to hold it back.
"Set off!"
He waited for a while, then raised his arms and shouted loudly.
Everyone who was preparing to go out for the battle was infected by this ritual that they had never experienced before. They felt that their blood was boiling. There was no fear, but the bowl was a little distressed...
After Han Cheng called out, everyone in the Qingque Tribe turned around, carrying weapons and food, and headed towards the direction of the Bone Tribe.
Han Cheng, Wu, and other people who stayed behind stood in front of the gate without moving. They watched the senior brother and the others disappear before packing up their things, returning to the tribe, and closing the gate firmly.
From today on, until Senior Brother and the others come back, the gate of the Qingque Tribe will not be opened easily, and no one is allowed to go out without any reason.
After thirty people went out, the Qingque tribe's combat power was greatly reduced. It was even weaker than when Han Cheng and others went out before, so they must be treated seriously.
Han Cheng stood on the wall and looked at the direction in which his senior brother and the others were leaving for a long time.
Although he knew that this time, the Bone Tribe basically didn't run away, so it was a 100% guarantee, but he still couldn't help but worry.
I don’t know how many of these people going on the expedition will be injured, and how many will never come back...
He was originally going to personally lead the attack on the Bone Tribe this time, but Wu, the senior brother, and they all disagreed, saying that Han Cheng was too young and not suitable for such a thing.
Han Cheng thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. Going there would indeed distract them, so he stayed.
As time went by, Han Cheng felt that his decision was extremely wrong.
Because waiting in the tribe and not knowing anything is really torturous!
It would be nice to have a mobile phone, no, even a telegram to understand a little bit about the situation ahead.
Of course this was just a dream, he couldn't do these things even to death.
It is a more practical idea to use two small pottery bowls with small holes in the bottom and put a string on them to make a simple 'wired phone'.
The milk tea girl had a small bowl tightly covering her right ear, her eyes widened with an expression of surprise and disbelief.
Because she heard the song "Sister Riding on the Bow" from it.
The song was sung by the Son of God, but the Son of God was in the house at the moment. The doors in the house were closed, and the small bowl and rope were passed through the window.
She tentatively removed the pottery bowl from her ears, and could vaguely hear the muffled singing of the Son of God in the room. She put the pottery bowl back to her ears, and the singing became clear again.
This magical thing quickly caused a sensation in the Qingque tribe. Not only the children loved to play with it, but even the adults wanted to experience the magic of this thing for themselves.
Han Cheng climbed up to the wall again and looked at the children who were having fun playing with the 'phone bowl', with a smile on his face.
Everything that needs to be done has been done, and all that is left is resignation and a long wait. During the long wait, it is also a good way to do other things to relieve the tension.
The hair of the women of the Qingque tribe has changed drastically now.
What caused this huge change were the two braids on the milk tea girl's head.
When Han Chengcai first came, everyone in the Qingque tribe had disheveled hair. After his work, they all had a uniform ponytail. Of course, it was not very straight.
At the beginning, everyone liked the novel ponytail very much. After wearing it for a long time, they had some other ideas, especially those women.
The appearance of the milk tea girl with two braids brought inspiration to them.
Without Han Cheng's knowledge, the braid became popular throughout the Qingque tribe.
When Han Cheng discovered this, he was shocked on the outside and crispy on the inside.
It’s okay for Xing, Xiaomei, Xiaoli and other immature primitive women to wear braids. Why are young men like Chen and Xi joining in the fun?
These are barely bearable, but the key is to be as strong as a flower... even the second senior brother is wearing two braids. What's going on?
Han Cheng still feels frightened when he thinks of that beautiful scene.
Without any further thought, Han Cheng, who was so shocked that his body was completely bruised, immediately gritted his teeth and told these guys to quickly untie their braids. If this continued, Han Cheng felt that he would definitely go crazy.
Seeing these guys reluctant to take off their braids, Han Chenggong had the urge to kick them.
Han Da Shenzi, who really couldn't stand the resentful looks of this group of people, made certain regulations on these people's hair accessories.
Before girls reach adulthood, they wear braids, and after they reach adulthood, they change into big braids.
The boy shortened his hair and tied it into a sky-high braid, just like the seventh-rank Zhima official.
Adult men tie their hair up and use a tree stick as a hairpin to fix it, which is a bit like the ancients.
The only exception is Han Cheng, who still has a ponytail.
As soon as these new hairstyles came out, everyone was immediately overjoyed and gave up their obsession with braids.
Han Cheng was rescued from the strong visual impact.
This is also very good. After having a fixed hairstyle, you can distinguish men, women, old and young at a glance.
Unlike before, if you are not familiar with each other and want to identify men and women, you still need to run up to them and look at the size of the breasts...
