A clear voice sounded in the cave of the Soaring Snake Tribe, and many people from the Soaring Snake Tribe who had their hands and feet tied looked distressed and shocked.
The precious pottery that they regarded as a treasure and even traveled long distances to attack other tribes to get it was smashed like this?
How could that tribe be willing to smash such a precious thing?
Are the people in this... this tribe stupid?
The eldest brother looked at the broken pottery pieces on the ground and nodded without showing any regret.
Pottery is no longer a rare thing in their tribe, and as Heiwa becomes more and more skilled in making pottery, their tribe's pottery becomes more and more exquisite.
The best things are kept for the tribe's use, and the inferior products are traded. This is the principle pursued by the Qingque Tribe.
The Tengshe tribe had only obtained these treasures after attacking two tribes. The senior brother and others who came from a large pottery family naturally looked down upon them.
Because the pottery is relatively heavy, it is not very convenient to carry, and the tribe really does not need such utensils, and the senior brother does not want to leave them like this, so the people of the Tengshe Tribe are labeled as fools.
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"Walk!"
The hand drill used to drill the fire was rotating rapidly, the fine smoke was getting bigger and bigger, the soft tinder was ignited, and a small flame was jumping.
The small flames spread to the dead grass leaves, which in turn ignited the dry firewood.
When the smoke column soaring into the sky disappeared, the entrance to the Soaring Snake Tribe's cave had turned into a sea of flames.
Some of the captives from the Soaring Snake tribe turned pale when they saw the entrance of the cave wrapped in flames. Their hearts were extremely frightened, and they felt as if something was completely lost.
The senior brother took one look at the numerous corpses being burned by the flames, shouted loudly, and led the people away from this evil tribe.
Deer herds travel with people, and whether they are deer or people, they all carry food on their backs.
All the food stored by the Soaring Snake Tribe was looted by Senior Brother and the others, and not even half of the fruit was left.
As for the pottery, the senior brother had no pressure to let people smash it, but he was not willing to let go of the food at all.
Waste of food would not happen to primitive people.
When dusk gradually fell, the advancing team stopped in an open area, and the people of the Qingque tribe began to take out cooking utensils from the leather pockets of the deer to cook. Those who thought that the people of the Qingque tribe were fools and extremely wasteful.
Only then did the captives of the Tengshe Tribe realize that they were the real fools.
This tribe has a larger quantity and more exquisite pottery, so naturally it looks down upon the pottery of their tribe.
The pottery they regarded as treasures was in no way comparable to the pottery owned by this tribe.
After the people of this tribe ate the food made from precious pottery in batches, someone began to carry leather bags containing the fruits and distribute them to them one after another.
Seeing that they were given more fruits than they usually eat in the tribe, the panicked prisoners of the Tengshe Tribe finally began to believe the words of the guy named Tu Mao who once belonged to their tribe.
After coming to that powerful tribe, they might really have a better life than in the Soaring Snake tribe...
"Back! Back!"
The bottle on the wall was very sharp, and he saw the crowd appearing in the woods to the west from a long distance.
Although you can't see the faces of those people clearly, you can tell who they are just by looking at the deer among the crowd.
He shouted excitedly on the wall to inform everyone in the tribe of the good news.
During this time, those who stayed in the tribe were looking forward to the return of those who went on the expedition.
Bottle's shout was like a huge stone thrown into the lake. The relatively quiet Qingque tribe soon became excited.
People poured out of the wall one after another, and some people could not wait to run to the west to meet the tribesmen who had returned from the expedition.
After receiving the news, Han Cheng also climbed up the wall and looked excitedly at the team that was winding all the way, getting closer and closer, and was much larger than before.
However, after this excitement lasted for a while, it was replaced by a hidden worry. He was worried about whether there would be casualties.
It is inevitable to die in war. He knew this truth, but he still couldn't let it go.
At the same time, I also secretly hope that no one will die, although I know that this may not be possible.
Wu Ye came out of the room, stood at the door and looked at the approaching team, his old face smiling into a blooming chrysanthemum.
When the team walked onto the stone road in the field, Han Cheng also came down from the fence and stood with Wu, waiting for the return of the expedition team.
"Pa bang bang..."
Han Cheng took the lead in applauding, and the rest of the Qingque people, who were overjoyed to see the expedition team returning victoriously with so much food and prisoners, also found a way to vent their excitement at this time.
They imitated the Son of God and clapped their hands together, and there was a burst of thunderous applause.
Even the slaves who had lived in the Qingque tribe for a period of time applauded and shared the joy.
Although the target of the expedition was their former tribe.
After returning from the expedition, the tired people who had walked all the way were excited and radiant when they saw such an unprecedented and grand welcome ceremony.
They felt great honor.
"Have any clan members died?"
Han Cheng walked up to Senior Brother and Junior Brother Sha, shook hands with them one by one, and asked this burdensome question with all his heart.
The witches on the side and other people who heard this question kept silent and looked at the senior brother and others nervously.
The elder brother then had a smile on his face: "No one died!"
Han Cheng's heart suddenly relaxed and he felt that his whole body was filled with joy.
Everyone returned to the courtyard, settled the prisoners, and prepared for a dinner party...all kinds of things were going on briskly, busy and full of joy.
Some minors followed the adults who returned from the expedition, chattering like sparrows, pestering them and asking about the expedition, wanting to know how they defeated the evil tribe.
Full of curiosity and yearning, I want to grow up early and bring back so many things to the tribe.
In the conference room of the large blue brick building, Han Cheng was also asking similar questions to the senior brothers.
He wanted to know the whole story of this expedition.
"Could it be that the halo of my protagonist has covered the entire tribe?"
After listening to his senior brother's detailed explanation of the expedition, Han Cheng muttered in a low voice.
Primitive people can encounter things like internal strife, and the time is just right if it's not too early or too late, so he can't help but think about it...
