"Boom! Boom! Boom! ……”

Under the blue finch flag erected high, Han Cheng held the drumstick in both hands and fell down one by one, and every time it fell, a muffled sound would erupt and spread out in all directions.

In front of him, the people of the Blue Sparrow tribe, who often participated in the training, formed a torrent.

The rattan shield team with rattan helmets held large shields nearly one person tall in their hands, and they were lined up one after the other, and they were at the front, and a shield wall appeared from the flat ground.

The bronze spikes in front of the shield wall shone with a cold glow, advancing forward with the movement of the shield wall, with a great sense of oppression.

Chang Ge, wearing rattan armor and a rattan helmet, lined up behind the rattan shield team, and the long bronze Ge in his hand crossed through the gap between the two shields, rushing in front of the shield wall, pointing diagonally forward.

Archers and slings, also dressed in rattan armor and rattan helmets, are lined up on the left and right flanks of the procession, holding a bow with a string and a sling wrapped in a projectile made of copper.

With every time Han Cheng's drumsticks fell, these neatly arranged teams would take a step forward, not fast, but the whole team pushed forward neatly, which was extremely oppressive.

The old primitive people who were standing on the side to watch, as well as the rest of the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe, looked at this neat procession, their dull eyes were filled with awe and shock, and their faces tanned by the sun became a little pale at this time.

The sound of the drum, the steps of the people who stepped forward neatly with the sound of the drum, seemed to be able to touch people's hearts, and every time they stepped on their hearts, every time the drum sounded and the steps fell, their hearts shook violently.

Before today, the old primitives had always believed that the best way to fight was to rush forward quickly, and before others could react, they would land the attack on the opponent.

It's not just fighting, it's hunting.

The old primitive people are not the only people who think this way, but the two tribes, or most people in this era, think so.

But now, after seeing the method of advancing the army of the Qingque tribe, 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 Goering sticking out in front of the shield wall, they couldn't help but shudder.

In the face of such an opponent, the faster you run, the sooner you come into contact, the faster you are afraid of death.

"Ready! Put! ”

The neat team pushed forward, and when it was about thirty meters away from the straw men set up in front, someone in the army formation of the archers and slings distributed on both wings shouted orders in no particular order.

After hearing the order, the people in the first row drew their bows and arrows and shot at the straw men in front of them, and after one arrow was fired, they stood still, and the people in the second row quickly stepped forward to overtake the people in the first row, and fired their bows and arrows again under the order of the man.

After the people in the second row shot the arrows, the people in the first row who had been behind had already drawn the arrows from their quivers, put them on the bowstring, and then quickly stepped forward to overtake the people in the second row who were standing in place to the front, and after pulling the bowstring, they shot at the straw men in front of them.

Under the alternating shots of the two rows of people, the feather arrows fell forward in waves, and the pause in the middle was not long, and the straw men in front of them were hit by arrows one after another.

As the archers began to rain arrows, the slings on the other side began to wield, and the slings were rounded by them, making a whirring sound that pierced the air.

Then he released one end of the sling, and the pill inside flew out with a roar, smashing the straw man in front of him, making a 'poof' sound, and two straw men were directly knocked to the ground.

"Boom!"

"Kill!"

"Boom!"

"Kill!"

The military formation that was slowly advancing forward, after only ten steps away from those straw men, with each heavy drop of Han Cheng's drumsticks, the people in the military formation would not only take a step forward neatly, but also roar in unison, 'Kill!' ’

After a few steps forward with 'kill' step by step, those people holding Changge stabbed the Changge in their hands towards the straw man in front of them with the word 'kill' in their mouths.

After poking it out, he quickly retracted it, and then with another shout of 'kill' that sounded straight to Xiao Han, he stabbed out Changge in his hand.

As the military formation moved forward, the people who held the big shield in their hands and formed the vine shield team with a barbed shield wall also began to exert their might.

They slammed the rattan shields in their hands forward in unison with a neat shout of killing, and the bronze thorns on the bronze long shield easily pierced into the straw men, and with their strength, these remaining straw men were all pushed down.

After the military formation pushed over, the place where many straw men were originally erected became flat, and many straw men fell to the ground horizontally, and none of them stood.

"Bang! Syllable! Syllable! ……”

The shrill sound of gongs sounded, and the slowly advancing army stopped, and then began to retreat slowly.

This kind of retreat is not to turn around and run backwards, nor does the rear team change to the front team, but to continue to maintain the formation, facing the front and slowly retreating.

"Bang!"

After Han Cheng struck hard with the gong hammer, the retreating team stopped.

Compared to when they first started, the team was a lot more scattered, but the basic formation was still there, and it only took a little adjustment to 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 trembled slightly.

He had been sitting on the ground for a long time, and when waves of arrows flew out of the marching military array, and when everyone in the military formation shouted the word 'kill' in unison and stabbed out the bronze Changge, he could no longer hold it and sat on the ground.

Like him, there were many people who sat on the ground and couldn't get up, and they looked at the team that was still neat after retreating, their faces were very white, and their bodies were trembling.

No wonder the vicious Teng Snake tribe will be wiped out!

In the face of such an irresistible person, it would be strange if the Teng Snake Tribe was not destroyed!

The kind and wealthy Qingque tribe, in addition to being kind and rich, also has such a powerful and inviolable force!

Some people felt frightened and shocked, while others trembled with excitement, looking at the silent military formation, full of yearning, and only felt that the blood on their bodies was boiling.

This is a feeling that they couldn't experience when they were hunting, and this feeling is called hot blood, which is a bit high.

"Stand upright!"

"Take a break!"

"Look to the right!"

"Look ahead!"

"Stand upright!"

Han Cheng put down the gong and came to the front of the silent military formation, shouting out a series of old primitives who they couldn't understand.

While they were still confused about the meaning of this series of commands shouted by the Son of God, something happened to them to their extreme surprise.

The procession, which had been a little scattered after retreating, moved quickly after Miko shouted these words that they did not understand, and in a few moments they became neat again, as neat as before they had not marched.

It was amazing enough for such a thing to happen, but then, the old primitives discovered something even more surprising to them.

"This performance is not as good as in previous training! How many of these military formations do we practice on weekdays? Why can't we advance and retreat in an orderly manner until now?! ”

Han Cheng looked at everyone and asked loudly, the people who were still a little complacent, this complacency in their hearts disappeared in an instant, and they stood there like children who had made mistakes, not daring to meet Han Cheng's gaze.

"Train more in peacetime, shed less blood in wartime! How many times have I said this? Why can't you remember?!

Now, each of them spreads out and fifty push-ups each for punishment! ”

After Han Cheng finished training, he said the punishment.

After such a punishment was spoken, everyone in the military formation breathed a sigh of relief, and they were more afraid of the reprimand from Miko than the punishment of doing push-ups and running.

So they scattered one by one, leaned down, pressed their palms in the snow nest and did it quickly, and after a while, one after another, people who had finished it began to shout a report, and then got up.

After a long time of training, even the animals can understand some passwords, for example, now, most of the deer and donkeys in the tribe, after putting them in the car, all they need to do is say: "Ha! They don't need to be driven away with whips or anything like that, they will move forward on their own.

The training of these military formations of the Qingque tribe has been going on for several years, and everyone is very convinced of Han Chengdu and is very serious about doing things, so the sudden appearance at this time seems to be very abrupt and unreasonable, but after thinking about it carefully, you will find that there is such a result, which is not abrupt at all.

On the contrary, it is unreasonable to train for such a long time and not achieve the results that we have today.

The old primitives, who were already shocked, now opened their mouths very wide and looked sluggish.

This... How can this be?

This scared them so much that they couldn't get up in the military formation, and they would be reprimanded by the Son of God,

Isn't that good? What kind of good is that!

After living in the Qingque tribe for a few days, the old primitive people who thought that their psychological endurance had been greatly enhanced, only felt that their whole person was pressed on the floor and rubbed at the moment, over and over again.

Han Cheng did this, of course, he didn't mean to pretend to be lightly forced in front of these two tribes, the most important reason was to prevent these people from being too proud.

Only when they are strict can they do better and be more able to enforce orders and prohibitions.

"Disband!"

After everyone did push-ups and ordered the whole team to do it, Han Cheng gave the order to disband, and the first and most important sport of the sports meeting - the army drill ended.

The scattered warriors went back to unload their armor one after another, and in this gap, the women of the Qingque tribe came on the field and began to play shuttlecock kicking competitions in batches of ten.

These shuttlecocks made of chicken feathers or goose feathers, the feathers on them are dyed with paint, and they look quite beautiful, and as everyone kicks them one by one, they fly up and down in the air like beautiful flowers and butterflies.

When the military formation drill ended, with the opening of the shuttlecock kicking competition, the field, which had been solemn before, was soon filled with jubilation.

"One hundred and thirty-one! One hundred and thirty-two! ……”

The shuttlecock game came to a critical moment, and after two rounds of matches, the top eight were selected.

What is going on now is to rank the top eight and then distribute rewards based on the rankings.

Now the person who kicks the shuttlecock is Bai Xuemei, the child daughter-in-law who is already the mother of two children, and she is very talented in many things, such as kicking the shuttlecock at the moment.

There was a circle of people around, and they left enough space to count in unison.

At this moment, these women have given up the idea of competing for the first place, and they all want to see how many Bai Xuemei can play.

"Two hundred and one, two hundred and two, two hundred and ...... Alas......"

When it was counted to more than two hundred, it seemed that the shuttlecock growing on Bai Xuemei's feet fell to the ground, and everyone sighed in regret.

Looking at Bai Xuemei, who was holding the shuttlecock with a beaming face, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff, it seems that he was not wronged at all when he was crushed by his mother-in-law's strength, this is the horror of talented players!

"Ready! Run! ”

On the edge of the runway that had been cleaned up in advance and circled with lime powder, Han Cheng gave an order, and after striking the gong vigorously 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, he was obviously half a beat slower at the start.

But the king is the king, even if it starts late, it is not comparable to a group of bronze, and then there is the old primitive man with old legs, all the way to the perfect show off of superman.

By the time they reached the finish line three hundred meters away, the old primitives who had started the latest were already far ahead.

Han Cheng's eyes widened when he watched such a scene, it seems that this guy said that he successfully ran away from the pursuit of the Teng Snake Tribe, it was all true.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a long-legged person in his tribe, then everyone in the tribe would be crushed by the strength of this old primitive who obviously looked not young, but ran surprisingly fast.

"Haha......"

The old primitive who successfully participated in the Blue Sparrow Tribal Games and got the second good ranking smiled.

"Pour!"

The second senior brother half-wrapped his hand around the waist of a guy in front of him, and held the man's arm with the other hand, exerting all his strength, and at the same time one leg also stretched out to mix the man's leg, and with a low shout, the person who wrestled with him fell down in response.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

Here, where archery competitions are held, people line up and shoot at targets in front of them.

Feathered arrows flew out and hit the target, making a tuk-tuk sound.

There are a lot of people who participate in archery competitions, because there are almost no people in the tribe who can't shoot arrows except for those who are too young, and even Han Cheng, who is not very talented in sports, can pull out his bow and get two arrows when he is fine.

The arrow target is similar to the common style of the arrow target in later generations, and the center of the arrow target is made with a red circle center, and then there are concentric circles.

Those who participate in archery have 10 arrows per person to see who has the most shots at the target and the number of rings is good.

Compared with the running competition, the victory and defeat of the archery competition are easier to distinguish, because the number of arrows shot can be clearly seen.

But running doesn't work.

Because there are no stopwatches in the tribe.

It's also realistic to have everyone run together, because there are so many people in the tribe and it's a sprint, not an extraordinary marathon, so it can only be done in batches.

Although Han had tried to score as many points as possible for each group when he formed the group, the preliminary competition was still divided into five groups before it was completed.

In order to decide on the ranking, Han Cheng also spent a lot of thought.

In the end, it was decided to select the top 10 in each group, and after breaking up, they participated in the semi-finals of a group of 25 people.

Then the top 10 of these two groups will be divided into groups for the finals.

Of course, this method is not good, after all, there are strong and weak points between groups, and people who are assigned to a group with many strong people will definitely suffer some losses.

However, because Han Cheng directly got the quota of each group of participants in the semi-finals to ten, this unfairness in the group can also be lowered 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, and it is impossible to achieve good results in the semifinals and finals.

After a long period of competition, the results of the archery competition finally came out, and the first place was won by a man named Skinny Monkey.

This guy used to be a slave of the Teng Snake Tribe, but last year he was relieved of his status as a slave by Han Cheng because of his excellent performance, and became a second-level citizen of the Qingque Tribe, so he was eligible to access all kinds of weapons in the tribe.

The Skinny Monkey is very talented in archery, otherwise he would not have achieved the first place in the archery competition in just one year.

The smile on the face of the thin monkey who won the first place couldn't be contained, although he knew that the reason why he was able to achieve the first place was because Senior Brother Sha did not come back to participate in the competition in Tongshan, but the happiness in his heart was still not less at all.

After all, he has only been practicing bows and arrows for only a year, and he is already very satisfied with such results.

Archery is the most popular competition!

"Hah!"

"Hah!"

In a field covered with a thick layer of snow and where nothing was planted, more than 20 climbing plows of the same weight were lined up, and on each of them sat a donkey or a deer pulling a cart.

With Han Cheng's order, the excellent riders of these tribes shook the reins one by one, waved their whips, and shouted loudly urging the animals pulling the cart to move forward, starting the journey of drag racing in the primitive era, although this was a car without wheels......

Han Cheng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the snowflakes that were moving quickly towards the front under the control of the drivers.

Organizing a race like drag racing in this era is not Han Cheng's bad taste, but a very necessary thing.

Fighting in the winter is the best time for Han Cheng to attack in the future wars that may occur.

It is precisely because of this that Han Cheng will put the sports meeting in the tribe after the snow falls.

And in the winter to wage war against foreign countries, the climbing plow is a sharp weapon is indispensable, and it is not surprising that all the competitions of the climbing plow appear.

Compared with the race between people, the plow race is more eye-catching.

The people scattered around them ran in the direction of the plow, shouting and screaming, full of speed and passion.

Many people regret why they didn't think about learning to drive before, otherwise they would have been able to ride with these people, driving cattle to sit on top of the plough and race in the snow.

Han Cheng looked at this scene, and suddenly understood why many people liked racing......

One competition after another is going on, and there is a passion and vitality that does not match it in the world covered in silver.

When the sky was about to darken, the last event of the first sports meeting of the Qingque tribe was completely over.

In addition to the awards, some slaves who had performed well during the year would be relieved of their slave status, and the Qingque tribe would be awarded citizen ID cards in public.

Some outstanding second-level citizens also need to go one step further and become first-class citizens of the Blue Sparrow Tribe.

It takes a lot of time to get these things done, so Han Cheng put them all on the next day.

That night, the afterglow of the sports meeting had not yet dissipated, and many people were not sleepy lying on the warm earthen kang.

Everyone was talking about what happened at today's sports meeting with high spirits, and talking about those unforgettable things.

Some people regret what to do if they don't make a mistake, and make up their minds to practice hard in the future.

Most of those who have won a good ranking and are sure that they will win tomorrow are both excited and looking forward to tomorrow.

Bigfoot is also excited and can't sleep, and tomorrow he will officially become a citizen of the tribe!

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, some people from the Qingque tribe got up, and there were quite a few people who got up.

Everyone began to prepare for today's ceremony of awarding the award and joining the Blue Sparrow Tribe......

There is sunlight shining through the clouds, leaving pillars of light in the air, extremely beautiful, like a searchlight, one of them coincidentally fell on the Qingque Flag, and the high platform under the Qingque Flag, the flag, the high platform, and Han Cheng, Wu, and Senior Brother sitting on the high platform Several giants of the Qingque tribe were shrouded in it, which looked extremely magical.

These people gathered in the Qingque Square were all stunned, and the two people from the Wind Tribe and the neighboring Wind Tribe were even more stunned.

The old god stick Wu looked excited, and his whole body was trembling.

"Miko! Son of God! ”

The old god stick, who had never been dealt with by the gods in his life, his lips trembled with excitement, pointing to this magical scene, facing Han Cheng except for shouting 'Divine Son', he wouldn't say anything else.

The rest of the people in the tribe also shouted with Wu at this time, and everyone looked at Han Cheng with reverence and extreme respect in their eyes.

Such a miraculous scene must be because of the Son of God!

Otherwise, why had they never seen such a spectacle before? And this pillar of light is not impartially shrouded in the place where the Son of God is?!

Looking at everyone's respectful and fanatical gazes, the corners of Han Cheng's mouth couldn't help twitching, this was really just a matter with a probability that couldn't be smaller, but now he was met by himself, and in front of so many people.

This is really, if you don't want to pretend to be X, you can't do it!

Could it be that this is the aura of his protagonist?