Chapter 747: One Hundred Death (For Book Friends AT4/12/)
Shang and the rest of the Qingque tribe members who were guarding here took great pleasure in arresting people.
When encountering those who fell to the ground, just hold them down and tie them up. For those who didn't fall to the ground, but were so frightened that they just ran away and didn't dare to resist, they would just knock them down with a stick and continue to tie them up.
Of course they tied it very strongly.
The slaves obtained from the Soaring Snake Tribe allowed them to experience the usefulness of slaves.
Nowadays, after being captured and trained, these guys are all good workers.
It can create many things for the tribe, even more useful than donkeys, so they naturally refuse to let it go.
It has to be said that these people in the Qingque tribe are increasingly influenced by Han Cheng, the false son of God.
In the past, they would not have thought of things this way.
The sudden situation here still frightened those people from the semi-peasant tribe who were running too slowly.
After the brief commotion, these people began to turn around and ran westward along the river valley.
At this time, they just want to stay away from these demon-like people.
As for where they can go after leaving? How can they live in a snowy day without food? They have no time or thought to think about these things.
After Shang saw this situation, he no longer tied him up, but took the Chang Ge in his hand and went after him.
He would not let go of anyone who got it no matter what.
After catching up with each person, Shang rounded up the long sword in his hand and swept it towards the crooks of these people's legs.
As long as these running people were hit by Shang's Changge pole, they would fall headlong into the snow nest without needing a second blow.
At this time, Shang looked extremely brave. He was chasing a group of semi-peasant tribesmen with each spear and spear.
As for those people who far outnumbered Shang, it was clear that as long as they turned around and everyone worked together, they could easily swamp this guy, but no one dared to turn around and do this.
Shang, who was still fighting, looked at the people running away in front of him, his heart filled with regret. After all, these were all good candidates to be slaves.
It's a pity that he can't fight it alone.
When I was anxious, I saw that the coalition forces that were besieging the semi-agricultural tribes suddenly separated from the west, holding weapons and walking on the snow, and poured down towards the lower valley.
To the west of , the trend of truncation is head-on.
Seeing such a scene, Shang immediately felt relaxed. These slaves couldn't run away!
The one who gave such instructions was, of course, Han Cheng, a guy whose arms were numb from beating drums.
After all, he was relatively free on the entire battlefield and had enough time to overlook the overall situation and make such arrangements.
Here in the semi-peasant tribe, with the death of the leader of the semi-peasant tribe, there is no resistance. Sending some people to stop the fleeing semi-peasant tribe will not cause any adverse effects.
After braving the severe cold and working hard on an expedition, they finally won a great victory. It was time to reap the fruits of the war, so Han Cheng would naturally not let these semi-agricultural tribes go.
After all, running into the wilderness at this time, there is no other way except dying of cold and hunger.
Compared with dying of cold and starvation, becoming a slave in one's own tribe immediately became a smooth road.
After all, I do not have the habit of excessively exploiting slaves, and in my tribe, as long as these people work, they will have food to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in.
Even in order to prevent them from freezing to death, Han Cheng would have their houses covered with fire pits...
Well, when I thought about it this way, I immediately felt relieved. I am still very upright.
Han Dashenzi, who had no idea what shame was, started the mode of being intoxicated by himself.
After dispatching interceptors, Han Cheng got off the sleigh pulled by Uncle Lu, shook his hands that were numb from the continuous beating of the drum, and protected him with his senior brother and others who were holding weapons such as rattan shields and bronze swords.
People, go all the way to the place where the semi-peasant tribes pen their donkeys.
As for these donkeys, Han Cheng had long wanted to get his hands on them.
Compared with horses, donkeys are really not brave enough. Even though the leader of the semi-agricultural tribe had opened the donkey pen before, not one of these guys ran out when they were frightened by the movement outside.
They were all huddled in a corner of the donkey pen.
Even the one who was led out by the leader of the semi-peasant tribe before actually ran back by himself after the leader of the semi-peasant tribe left.
That's fine, I'll save you from searching for it all over the mountains and plains.
After Han Cheng and his senior brother, whose eyes were also shining, and others entered, they closed the door of the donkey pen first, and then started happily counting the donkeys.
There are a lot of them, there are thirty-three adult and imminent donkeys.
There are six immature donkeys, plus the six that were previously captured by the semi-peasant tribe and sent to the Sheep Tribe as spies, the Qingque Tribe now has a total of forty-five donkeys!
In the future, after the construction and development of the Qingque tribe, these guys will be able to make great efforts!
Han Cheng thought this way, but his senior brother didn't think so, because before setting off, they had discussed how to divide the spoils among each tribe after attacking the evil semi-peasant tribe.
These donkeys are not entirely from the Qingque tribe.
Han Cheng didn't see it that way at all. It wasn't that he wanted to be alone.
It's not a good habit to eat alone. He doesn't know how to pick up sesame seeds and throw away the watermelon.
After returning home, he found a way to make the tribesmen give up their things willingly.
After checking on the donkeys, Han Cheng personally used wooden sticks to plug the door of the donkey pen, and then went to the large house in the middle of the semi-peasant tribe.
The more powerful people live in a place, the easier it is to find good things. Han Cheng understands this very well.
So after seeing the donkey, he came directly here.
He was curious and looking forward to the crops of this tribe that he had never seen before.
When Han Cheng went to see the crops, some interesting things happened in the snow-covered valley.
These interesting things come from the surrenders of the Sheep Tribe.
After discovering that the roads in both places were blocked, these surrenderers of the Sheep Tribe suddenly remembered that they were still members of the Sheep Tribe. Although they had become traitors, they would not be killed.
Sometimes, after people are pushed to a certain level, they will think of things that they usually dare not think about or think about.
For example, these surrenderers of the Sheep Tribe, after realizing this, took action against the people of the Semi-Farming Tribe who were running in panic with them...
But there was one thing they thought wrong. When they looked at the people of the Qingque tribe with a flattering smile, they were beaten in the snow with a stick by the angry old sheep...
