Chapter 740 Who is your commander?! (For Book Friends AT3/12)
In the square between the inner and outer walls of Qingque Tribe, many people gathered together.
One hundred and twenty warriors of the Qingque tribe held weapons, stood upright, and lined up neatly, in complete silence.
Compared with the neatness and tranquility of everyone in the Qingque tribe, the people from the tribal alliance who came appeared to be much scattered.
Not only that, when they were gathered together, they all made a buzzing sound.
Comparing the two with each other, the well-trained warriors of the Qingque tribe were immediately highlighted.
After a short while, the two hundred and ten people from the twenty-one tribes standing nearby also felt the difference in the atmosphere.
They were shocked by the uniform Qingque tribe warriors.
The buzzing sound gradually became smaller and eventually became completely silent.
People from these tribes looked at the neat Qingque tribe warriors, and then looked at themselves. They used to think there was nothing wrong with standing in such a scattered group, but they found it unnatural.
They moved quietly, trying to imitate the soldiers of the Qingque tribe and standing neatly, but unfortunately they couldn't do it.
"Pour the wine!"
The shaman, who was wearing thick clothes made of tiger skin, rarely hugged a rabbit today. The wretched temperament that seemed a bit old and disrespectful in the past was gone, replaced by the kind of solemnity that only appeared during sacrifices.
The old-fashioned look on his body has disappeared a lot.
Following his order, the Qingque tribesmen, who had already been prepared, quickly came over with stacks of bowls in their hands, handing one to everyone who set out on the expedition, and the rest of the tribes were no exception.
Someone behind was holding warm wine, pouring it into the bowl one spoon at a time, and some hops splashed on the ground.
Looking at the warm and turbid wine in the bowl in their hands, the eyes of the warriors of the Qingque tribe shone one by one, and the eyes of those from other tribes who had basically never drank wine also shone.
Although they have never drank alcohol, they know one thing, that is, the food produced by the Qingque Tribe is good food.
"We will definitely defeat the semi-peasant tribe here! Drink!"
Han Cheng, who was standing at the front of the team, turned around and spoke loudly to everyone. After speaking, he held the wine bowl in both hands and saluted everyone in the air, then raised his neck and drank it all.
"Defeat the semi-peasant tribe!"
"drink!"
The warrior of the Qingque Tribe said this, and he also held the wine bowl in both hands and saluted the void in front of him, then raised his head and drank fiercely.
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"drink!"
The rest of the tribe spoke vaguely, then raised their necks and poured wine into their mouths with anticipation, their hearts filled with anticipation.
"Cough cough cough..."
A series of violent coughs followed. Those who drank for the first time were so choked that their faces turned red and their necks were thick. Some people couldn't help but stick out their tongues and grin.
Seeing such a scene, many people in the Qingque tribe couldn't help laughing in good faith.
Han Cheng put down the wine bowl and looked at the more than 300 people who were about to go on the expedition. He wanted to imitate a certain advertisement and shout up to the sky: "Who is your commander in chief?!"
"What is your mission?!"
However, after thinking about it, he still did not shout out these very cool lines. Instead, he pulled out the rough copper sword from his waist, pointed at the sky diagonally and shouted: "Forward!"
The blood-red sun rises from the east, its rays of light bloom, dyeing the white snow with a layer of enchanting red.
Many people armed with weapons filed out of the Qingque Tribe's gate, trampling on the snow.
Amidst the shouts, the leader, the senior brother, led the deer and took the lead under the guidance of the slave of the sheep tribe whose face was tattooed.
The deer's hooves trampled the snow, and the sledge left two wide snow marks when it ran over. Many dogs seemed to be trudging through the thick snow with some difficulty.
In the middle of a long line of sledges, Uncle Deer, a larger man, was walking with a longer sledge.
A frame was built with tree sticks in front of the sledge, and a bamboo pole was tied in the middle. On the bamboo pole, Bai Xuemei's newly embroidered blue bird flag fluttered in the wind.
A drum stand was placed next to the stand where the flag was tied. There was a big drum on the stand. The drumsticks were placed next to the drum stand. Han Cheng, who was wearing leather gloves and black linen tied around his eyes, was holding the wooden stand with one hand.
, the other hand was pressed on the hilt of the copper sword worn on his waist, and at his feet squatted the bitch Fu Jiang.
Looking at the marching team, Han Cheng felt a little excited.
This was the first time he went on an expedition with tribal warriors, and it was also the first time the Qingque Tribe went on a crusade against a tribe with such fanfare.
I remember that the war god Li Jing once took advantage of the heavy snowfall season to attack the Turks, crippled this arrogant northern country in one battle, and captured the Turkic Khan to dance in the Tai Chi Hall. He also took advantage of the heavy snow this time to attack, but not
Knowing how much merit can be achieved...
Under the gaze of everyone from the Qingque Tribe, the team from the Qingque Tribe marched towards the east, crushing the snow. Except for the fact that everyone's eyes were covered with a layer of black linen, which looked a little weird,
The rest doesn't look like there's much wrong with it.
In the semi-agricultural tribe, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe was wrapped in thick leather and sat on a tree knot in the house to roast herself over the fire. She looked outside while roasting.
A slight clicking sound attracted her attention. It was a tree in the tribe's courtyard that had not yet fallen leaves, its branches broken by heavy snow.
The branches drooped down, and the accumulated snow on them fell down.
This tree was deliberately left behind when the courtyard was built, in order to provide some shade for the people in the tribe in the summer.
Now that such a large branch was broken, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe did not feel the least bit distressed. On the contrary, she felt some relief and joy in her heart.
In fact, she has been in a very good mood since the heavy snow fell.
Because this means that for a long period of time in the future, our tribe will be in a very safe state.
During this period of time, I don’t need to think about the six tribesmen who went out and never came back, nor do I need to think about where the rest of the Sheep Tribe went, nor do I need to worry about the mysterious one called Qing.
Tribe of finches.
This made her very relaxed.
She looked out and saw the slaves of the sheep tribe holding some hay to feed the tribe's livestock.
Seeing these people, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe became very angry.
What made her angry was not the slaves, but the sheep tribe members who had surrendered to their tribe.
It's been such a long time, and these stupid guys haven't learned much of their tribe's words yet. How can she not be angry when she wants to get more news about the Qingque tribe from these people?
