Chapter 815 Drag Racing in Primitive Era (Three in One)
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Under the Qingque flag raised high, Han Cheng held the drumstick in both hands and lowered it. Every time he dropped, a muffled sound would erupt and spread in all directions.
In front of him, people from the Qingque tribe who often participated in training formed a torrent.
The members of the Vine Shield Team wearing vine helmets held large shields nearly as tall as a person in their hands. They were lined up next to each other and placed at the front. A shield wall appeared from the ground.
The bronze spikes in front of the shield wall shone coldly, and as the shield wall moved forward, it brought with it a great sense of oppression.
The long bronze swordsmen wearing rattan armor and rattan helmets lined up behind the rattan shield team. The long bronze swords in their hands passed through the gap between the two shields and rushed in front of the shield wall, pointing diagonally forward.
The archery team and the sling team, who are also wearing rattan armor and rattan helmets, are lined up on the left and right sides of the team as the left and right wings, holding stringed bows and slings wrapped with copper projectiles respectively.
So.
Every time Han Cheng dropped the drumstick, these neatly arranged teams would take a step forward. The speed was not fast, but the whole team just pushed forward neatly, which was extremely oppressive.
The old primitive man and the rest of the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe who stood aside to watch looked at this neat team with awe and shock in their dull eyes, and their faces tanned by the sun turned a little white at this time.
The sound of the drums, and the steps that the people marched forward in unison with the sound of the drums, seemed to be able to affect people's hearts. Every time they stepped on their hearts, every time the drums sounded and the steps fell, they were moved.
Their hearts were shaken violently.
Before today, old primitive people always believed that the best way to fight was to rush up quickly and land the attack on the opponent before the other person could react.
It's not just about fighting, it's also about hunting.
The old primitives are not the only people who think this way, there are two tribes, or most people in this era think so.
But now, after seeing the method of the Qingque tribe's army advancing, the old primitive people's inherent concepts were suddenly strongly impacted, and they had doubts about the previous methods.
Looking at the spiked shield wall and the bronze Gorin extending forward in front of the shield wall, they shuddered involuntarily.
Facing such an opponent, the faster you run and the sooner you come into contact, the faster you will die.
"Ready! Release!"
The orderly team pushed forward. When they were about thirty meters away from the straw man set up in front, someone among the archery team and sling team formation distributed on both wings shouted orders in no particular order.
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After hearing the order, the people in the first row drew their bows and shot at the straw man in front. After shooting an arrow, they stood still in place. The people in the second row who had set their arrows quickly stepped forward and surpassed the people in the first row.
At the man's command, he fired his bow again.
After the people in the second row shot the arrows, the people in the first row who were lagging behind had already taken out the arrows from their quivers, set them up on the bow strings, and then quickly stepped forward to surpass the people in the second row who were standing there.
At the front, draw the bowstring and shoot at the straw man in front.
Under the alternating shooting of the two rows of people, the feather arrows fell forward one after another. There was not a long pause in the middle, and the straw men in front were hit by arrows one after another.
When the archers started raining down arrows, the sling team on the other side also began to show off their power. They rounded each sling, making a whirring sound that cut through the air.
Then he loosened one end of the sling, and the pills inside flew out with a roar, and hit the straw man in front hard, making a "puff" sound, and two straw men were directly hit.
Knocked to the ground.
"Boom!"
"kill!"
"Boom!"
"kill!"
The military formation that was slowly advancing forward was only ten steps away from the straw men. With each heavy fall of Han Cheng's drumstick, the people in the military formation not only took a step forward neatly, but also
There will be a chorus of roars of 'Kill!'
After taking a few steps forward with a cry of "kill", those holding Changge fiercely stabbed the straw man in front of them with the word "kill" in their mouths.
After thrusting it out, he quickly retracted it, and then with the cry of "kill" that went straight to the sky again, he stabbed out the Chang Ge fiercely.
As the military formation moved forward, the people holding large shields and forming a thorny shield wall began to show off their power.
Amidst the uniform shouts of killing, they all knocked forward the vine shields in their hands. The bronze thorns on the long bronze shields easily penetrated into the straw man. As they exerted their strength, these remaining
The straw men were all pushed down.
After the military formation was pushed across, the place where many straw men were originally standing became flat. Many straw men fell to the ground in random directions, and no one was left standing.
"哐! 哐! 哐!..."
The harsh gong sound sounded, and the slowly advancing military formation stopped, and then began to slowly retreat.
This kind of retreat does not mean turning around and running backwards, nor does the rear team change into the front team, but continues to maintain the formation and slowly retreats facing the front.
"Bang!"
After Han Cheng hit the gong hammer hard, the retreating team stopped.
Compared with when they first started advancing, the team seemed a lot more scattered, but the basic formation was still there, and it only needed a slight adjustment before they could launch the attack again.
The old primitive man of the Wind Tribe sat on the ground, looking at the silent military formation composed of many people, his face turned pale and his body was trembling slightly.
He had been sitting on the ground for a while. When waves of arrows flew out of the marching military formation, and when everyone in the military formation shouted the word "kill" in unison and poked out their bronze spears, he
Unable to hold on any longer, he sat down on the ground.
Like him, there were many people sitting on the ground unable to get up. They looked at the team that was still neat after retreating, their faces were extremely pale, and their bodies were trembling.
No wonder the vicious Soaring Snake tribe was wiped out!
Faced with such an irresistible person, it would be strange if the Soaring Snake Tribe was not destroyed!
The kind-hearted and wealthy Qingque tribe, in addition to being kind and wealthy, also has such a powerful and inviolable force!
Some people felt fear and shock, while others were trembling with excitement. Looking at the silent military formation, they were full of yearning and felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling.
This is a feeling they couldn't experience when they first hunted. This feeling is called hot blood, and it's a little bit heady.
"stand at attention!"
"Take a break!"
"Look to the right!"
"Look forward!"
"stand at attention!"
Han Cheng put down the gong and came to the front of the silent military formation, shouting out a series of passwords that the primitive people could not understand.
Just when they were still confused about the meaning of the series of passwords shouted by the Son of God, something extremely surprising happened to them.
The team that was still a little scattered after retreating quickly started moving after Shenzi shouted these words that they couldn't understand. After a while, it became as orderly as before it stopped marching.
It was surprising enough that something like this happened, but then the old primitive people discovered something even more surprising.
"The performance this time is not as good as in previous trainings! How often do we practice this kind of military formation on weekdays? Why can't we advance and retreat in an orderly manner yet?!"
Han Cheng looked at the crowd and asked loudly. Some of the people who were originally smug suddenly lost their smugness. They all stood there like children who had made a mistake, not daring to meet Han Cheng's eyes.
"Train more in peacetime and bleed less in war! How many times have I said this? Why can't I remember it?!
Now, disperse and give each person fifty push-ups for punishment!"
After Han Cheng finished the training, he announced the punishment.
After such a punishment was said, everyone in the military formation breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to punishments such as push-ups and running, what they were more afraid of was the reprimand from the Son of God.
So they spread out one by one, leaned down, put their palms on the snow nest, and worked quickly. After a while, people who had finished their work began to shout reports one after another, and then stood up.
After training for a long time, even the animals can understand some commands. For example, now, most of the deer and donkeys in the tribe, after putting them on the car, you only need to shout: "Ha!", no need.
If people use whips or the like to drive them away, they will move forward on their own.
The training of these military formations of the Qingque Tribe has been going on for several years. In addition, everyone is very convinced of Han Chengdu and is very serious about doing things, so the sudden movement at this time seems very abrupt.
It's unreasonable, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that such a result is not unexpected at all.
On the contrary, it is unreasonable that after such a long period of training, the results have not been achieved.
The old primitive people, who were already shocked, now have their mouths wide open and have dull expressions on their faces.
This...how could this be like this?
This frightened them so much that they could not get up from sitting in the military formation, but they were actually scolded by the Son of God.
Isn’t this good? Then what kind of thing is good?
After living in the Qingque Tribe for a few days, the old primitive people, who thought their mental endurance had been greatly enhanced, now felt like their whole bodies were being pressed against the floor and rubbed against each other, over and over again.
Han Cheng did this, of course, not intentionally to show off in front of these two tribes, but the main reason was to prevent these people from being too proud.
Only if the requirements for them are strict, can they do better and be more able to obey orders and prohibitions.
"Disband!"
After everyone finished doing push-ups and ordered the team to assemble, Han Cheng gave the order to disband. The first sport of the sports meeting and the most important sport - the military drill ended.
The scattered warriors went back to take off their armor. During this gap, the women of the Qingque tribe came on the field and started a shuttlecock-kicking competition in groups of ten.
These shuttlecocks are made of chicken or goose feathers. The feathers on them have been dyed with paint. They look quite beautiful. As people kick them one by one, they look like beautiful butterflies.
Just like flying up and down in the air.
When the military formation drill ended and the shuttlecock kicking competition kicked off, the venue that had seemed solemn and solemn before was quickly filled with joy.
"One hundred and thirty-one! One hundred and thirty-two!..."
The shuttlecock game reached a critical moment. After two rounds of competition, the top eight were selected.
What is going on now is to rank the top eight and then distribute rewards based on the rankings.
The person who is kicking the shuttlecock now is Bai Xuemei, a child bride who is already the mother of two children. She is very talented in many things, such as kicking the shuttlecock at the moment.
There was a circle of people around, leaving enough space for them to count in unison.
At this moment, these women have given up the idea of competing for first place. They all want to see how many Bai Xuemei can kick.
"Two hundred and one, two hundred and two, two hundred and two hundred... alas..."
When the count reached two hundred, the shuttlecock that seemed to have grown on Bai Xuemei's feet fell to the ground, and everyone let out a long sigh of regret.
Looking at Bai Xuemei, who was holding the shuttlecock with a beaming face, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff. It seemed that he was not unfair at all when he was crushed by his mother-in-law. This is the horror of talented players!
"Ready! Run!"
At the edge of the track that had been cleared in advance and circled with lime powder, Han Cheng gave an order and banged the gong hard at the same time. The thirty people who were ready ran away.
Among them, the most eye-catching performance is the old primitive people of the Wind Tribe.
Because he had basically never been exposed to this kind of running competition before, when he started, he was obviously half a beat slow.
But the king is the king. Even if he starts late, he still cannot be matched by a group of bronzes. Next is the old primitive man whose legs are not old, showing off superhuman and perfect skills all the way.
By the time we reached the finish line three hundred meters away, the old primitive man who started last was already far ahead.
Seeing such a scene, Han Cheng's eyes widened. It seemed that what this guy said that he successfully escaped from the Soaring Snake Tribe's pursuit was all true.
If there hadn't been a long-legged man in his tribe, then everyone in the tribe would have been crushed by the strength of this old primitive man who looked very old but was surprisingly fast.
"Ha ha……"
The old primitive man who successfully participated in the Qingque Tribe Games and got second place was all smiles.
"fall!"
The second senior brother put his hand half around the waist of the guy in front of him, and held the guy's arm with the other hand, exerting all his strength. At the same time, he stretched out one leg to hold the guy's leg. With a low shout, this guy and him
Those who wrestle fall down in response.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk..."
There is an archery competition here. People line up in a row and shoot at the target in front of them.
Feathered arrows flew out and hit the target, making a loud sound.
There are many people participating in the archery competition, because except for those who are too young, almost no one in the tribe can't shoot. Even Han Cheng, a man who is not very talented in sports, can draw two arrows without any trouble.
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The archery target is similar to the common archery target in later generations. The center of the target is marked with a red center, followed by circles of concentric circles.
People participating in archery are given ten arrows each to see who hits the target more times and has the best number of rings.
Compared with running competitions, it is easier to determine the outcome of archery competitions because you can clearly see how many arrows were shot and the number of rings.
But that’s not the case with running.
Because there is no stopwatch in the tribe.
It is also realistic for everyone to run together, because there are too many people participating in the tribe, and this is a short to medium run, not an extraordinary marathon, so it can only be done in batches.
Although Han Cheng had divided each group into as many people as possible when he was divided into groups, the preliminary competition was still divided into five groups before it was completed.
In order to decide the ranking, Han Cheng also spent a lot of thought.
In the end, it was decided to select the top ten from each group, break them up, and participate in the semi-finals in groups of twenty-five.
Then the top ten from these two groups are divided into one group for the finals.
Of course, this method is not very good. After all, there are strong and weak differences between groups. People who are assigned to a group with many strong people will definitely suffer some losses.
However, because Han Cheng directly increased the number of people participating in the semi-finals in each group to ten, this unfairness in the grouping can be reduced as much as possible.
After all, no matter whether you are divided into a strong group or a weak group, you can't even enter the top ten. It is impossible to achieve good results in the semi-finals and finals.
After a long period of competition, the results of the archery competition finally came out. The winner was a man named Shouhou.
This guy used to be a slave of the Soaring Snake Tribe. Last year, because of his outstanding performance, Han Cheng was relieved of his status as a slave and became a second-level citizen of the Qingque Tribe, thus qualifying for access to various weapons in the tribe.
Shouhou is very talented in archery, otherwise he would not have achieved first place in the archery competition in just one year.
The smile on Shouhou's face, who got the first place, couldn't hold back. Although he knew that he was able to get the first place because Junior Brother Sha didn't come back to participate in the competition in Tongshan, but in his heart
The happiness is still not less.
After all, he has only been practicing bow and arrow for a year, and he is already very satisfied with such results.
You know, archery is the most popular competition!
"ha!"
"ha!"
In a field covered with a thick layer of snow and with nothing planted, more than twenty sledges pulling the same items and the same weight were lined up. Each of the sledges sat on a donkey driven by a person.
Or a deer.
Following Han Cheng's order, the outstanding drivers in these tribes shook their reins one by one, waved their whips, shouted loudly, urging the animals pulling the carts to move forward, and began the primitive era of racing.
, although this is a car without wheels...
Han Cheng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the sledges flying forward quickly under the control of the drivers, splashing snowflakes.
Organizing a drag racing-like competition in this era is not Han Cheng's bad taste, but a very necessary thing.
Fighting in winter is the best time to attack in Han Cheng tribe's future wars.
It is precisely because of this that Han Cheng postponed the tribal sports meeting after the snow falls.
When waging war with foreign countries in winter, the weapon of sledge is absolutely indispensable, so it is not surprising that there are all competitions involving sledge racing.
Compared with the race between people, the sledge race is more eye-catching.
People scattered around were running in the direction of the sledge, shouting and screaming, full of speed and passion.
Many people are regretting why they didn't think about learning to drive before, otherwise they would be able to join these people and drive animals on the sledge and drive wildly in the snow.
Han Cheng looked at this scene and suddenly understood why many people like racing...
Each competition is going on, and there is unmatched passion and vitality in the silver-clad world.
When the sky was about to darken, the last event of the Qingque tribe's first sports meeting was finally concluded.
The awards were not given immediately because it was already late. In addition to the awards, some slaves who had outstanding performance during the year also had to be released from their slave status and awarded the Qingque tribe citizen ID cards in public.
Some outstanding second-level citizens also need to go a step further and become first-level citizens of the Qingque tribe.
It would take a lot of time to handle these things, so Han Cheng put them all on the next day.
That night, the aftertaste of the sports meeting had not yet dissipated. Many people were lying on the warm Tukang and were not sleepy.
Everyone was talking with great interest about everything that happened at today's sports meeting and the unforgettable things.
Some people are regretful, saying what they would have done if they had not made the mistake, and are determined to practice well in the future.
Most of those who have received good rankings and are sure that they will win the prize tomorrow are excited and looking forward to tomorrow arriving early.
Bigfoot is also so excited that he can't sleep. Tomorrow he will officially become a citizen of the tribe!
The next day, at dawn, people from the Qingque tribe got up, and there were quite a few people getting up.
Everyone began to prepare for today's ceremony of awarding and joining the Qingque Tribe...
The sun shines through the clouds, leaving streaks of light in the sky. They are extremely beautiful, like searchlights. One of them accidentally landed on the Qingque flag and the high platform under the Qingque flag, and the
The flags, the high platform, and the giants of the Qingque tribe such as Han Cheng, Wu, Senior Brother, etc. who were sitting on the high platform were all enveloped, and it looked extremely magical.
The people gathered in Qingque Square were all stunned, and the two people from the Wind Tribe and the Linfeng Tribe were even more stunned.
Wu, the old magician, looked excited and his whole body was trembling.
"Son of God! Son of God!"
The old magic stick, who had never been ignored by gods in his life, his lips were trembling with excitement. He pointed at this magical scene and couldn't say anything except shouting "Son of God" when facing Han Cheng.
The rest of the tribe also started shouting after the witch at this time. Everyone looked at Han Cheng with reverence and extreme respect in their eyes.
Such a magical scene must be because of the Son of God!
Otherwise, why have they never seen such a strange scene before? And this beam of light covers the place where the Son of God is without any bias?!
Looking at the respectful and enthusiastic gazes of everyone, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. This was really just a thing with extremely small probability, but now he happened to meet him, and in front of him.
So many people.
This is really true, even if you don’t want to pretend to be x!
Could it be that this is the halo of his own protagonist?
