The leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe stopped moving, and his discolored eyes were still wide open, containing infinite fear.
"Bah bang bang!"
Shang, with red eyes, held his hair with one hand to prevent him from falling to the ground, and slapped the leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe on the face with the other hand, making a series of snapping sounds.
The anger that had been suppressed for several years burst out at this moment, all directed at the leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe who was still hot.
The red-eyed Mao couldn't help it anymore, howled angrily, rushed over and joined the group of whipping corpses.
Han Cheng looked at this scene, thought for a moment and did not say anything to stop it.
Both of them were direct victims and had deep grievances with the people of the Soaring Snake Tribe. It was a good time to vent their dissatisfaction to the dead leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe, lest the time they had suppressed in their hearts was over and what they were holding back would come out.
Trouble comes.
And if they don't let them vent at this time, if they have to face the slaves of the Soaring Snake Tribe all day long, it's inevitable that something bad will happen.
The captives of the Soaring Snake Tribe, who were already terrified, were even more frightened when they saw Shang and Mao's crazy looks. This frightened them even more than killing the leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe in front of them.
Death is a big deal.
After venting his anger, Mao, who was breathing heavily and with red eyes, sat down on the ground and burst into tears. Shang on the other side couldn't help but shed tears.
Han Cheng didn't say anything in the past, and stretched out his hand to pat their shoulders gently.
The heads of the shaman, the big leader, and the three leaders of the Soaring Snake Tribe were cut off and placed on a stone, with their ashen eyes facing the captives.
The ropes around all the prisoners were untied, and Junior Brother Sha came to them holding a jar filled with blood and asked them to dip their hands in the blood and smear it on their faces.
Anyone who refuses to smear it will be killed directly.
With so many things going on before, naturally no one dares not to smear blood on their face.
There were even a few who took the jar and wanted to take a sip, but Han Cheng stepped up and kicked them hard several times to stop them.
It is okay to kill the enemy in order to protect yourself, but eating the flesh of the same kind and drinking the blood of the same kind is extremely disgusting.
Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in this era, he does not want such a thing to happen in the Qingque tribe, even if it is a slave!
In addition, another purpose is to teach these prisoners of war who have become slaves to obey the rules, which is a very necessary thing.
If you ask them to smear blood on their faces, they must do so, even if drinking blood can show more decisiveness than donating blood, it won't work.
After Han Cheng kicked several people in succession, none of the others stood out, and they all obediently smeared blood on their faces.
None of these freed prisoners dared to make any move. Under Han Cheng's order, they were driven by the Qingque tribe into the courtyard they had desperately wanted to enter.
After entering several traps, these people all became cautious, and some of them were trembling involuntarily.
Several large tanks have been set up in the courtyard, and willow water is boiling in the tanks.
Huo Er was lighting a fire there, and some white water vapor spread out.
Looking at the large pottery jars and the jars around them, even though they were still in fear, many people couldn't help but feel surprised.
This tribe indeed has many precious pottery!
It's a pity that they have no chance to snatch it.
They were brought near these large smoking vats. They had already been exposed to pottery and knew that food could be cooked and eaten in this way. It was precisely because of this that many people were extremely worried.
They thought that the people of this tribe might select one or two of them, kill them and boil them in a large vat.
Similar things happened frequently in their original tribe.
"Come here."
Liang's eyes searched the group of people for a while, and fell on one of the most seriously injured people. He said something and pulled her over, gesturing for her to come closer so that he could clean the wound.
This primitive woman, whose face was pale due to excessive blood loss, became even paler without any trace of blood.
She screamed in horror, shrank back, and trembled all over.
Although the people around me were a little scared, this fear was accompanied by a sense of relief, because it was someone else who was chosen.
Liang looked strange. He just wanted to treat her injuries. Why was she so frightened?
Immediately, he called two assistants over and lifted the female primitive to the edge of the large tank.
At this point, the primitive woman no longer struggled much, lying on the ground as if resigned to her fate, but the fear from her heart could not be eliminated.
Liang scooped out half a basin of willow water from a large vat that had been left slightly cold, and began to clean the woman's wounds.
The people of this tribe are so particular that they actually have to wash their bodies before eating them.
This tribe is really extravagant, using pottery everywhere...
Those Soaring Snake Tribe spectators who already seemed a little numb were thinking in their hearts.
The primitive woman who was waiting for death did not die. When she thought she was finally going to be killed, she was helped to the side.
Tu Mao came in from the outside at this time, and after telling them that this was a wound treatment, all the prisoners suddenly understood and let out a long sigh of relief.
At the same time, I was also a little confused. People in this tribe actually don’t eat people...
While doing this, Han Cheng also arranged for people to clean up the messy courtyard gate.
A large amount of dry firewood was carried to an open space on the east side of the courtyard, and the bodies were carried there one by one and piled randomly on top.
The flames rose up, swallowing them, purifying the darkness and sin in the world.
A few years ago, a group of people from the Soaring Snake Tribe were burned here. Today, a few years later, another group of people from the Soaring Snake Tribe were burned here...
"Hey hoo, hey hoo!"
Amidst the sound of neat chants, the woolly rhinoceros that died in the trap was dragged out bit by bit by the Qingque tribe members.
Looking at this behemoth in front of them, everyone in the Qingque tribe couldn't help but feel lingering fear.
This guy is so big!
If the Son of God hadn't taught them how to dig traps, they really wouldn't have been able to deal with this terrifying thing.
Han Cheng stood in front of the woolly rhinoceros and reached out to stroke its horn. It was shiny and textured. No wonder there will still be lawless elements poaching in future generations even if various laws are enacted.
After the rhinoceros is anesthetized, it often happens that the rhinoceros horn is forcibly removed, leaving a mouth as big as a bowl.
The common man is not guilty, but the jade is guilty.
If you are not strong enough but possess something precious, you will naturally be remembered very easily.
If the Qingque Tribe had not developed over the years, become stronger, had a high level of force, and had made sufficient preparations in advance, they would probably have been killed and forcibly cut off by the Soaring Snake Tribe.
Their 'rhino horns'.
The rhinoceros was too big to be transported in its entirety, so Han Chenggong asked people to peel off its skin and transport it in pieces to the tribe, and the heavy rhinoceros horns came into his hands.
While doing this, someone also went down into the trap and pulled out the big logs one by one.
These things are endlessly made, and it would be a pity to bury them in the soil.
The trap that had not been stepped on was also uncovered, and the drill was also pulled out.
Others used bone shovels to scoop up the blood-stained soil on the ground, then carried it with shovel heads and poured it into several blood-soaked traps.
After doing this, I used a wooden wheel cart to push some clean soil and covered several traps with a layer. The smell of non-flammable blood was too great...
