Kneeling behind the Patriarch Chuma, there was a group of black clansmen, crowded the wide shrine, and lined up to the square outside.

In the middle of the bluestone-paved square, three long-haired wizards with no broken hair tattoos are wearing hideous masks, bone sticks in their right hands, and leather drums in their left hands.

Among the three wizards were four young women with pale faces and dull expressions. Judging from their appearance, they are Han people from overseas.

Yesterday, the Chuma tribe captured more than 100 young Han women, but most of the female captives will not be killed immediately, but after a whole month of witch blessing disaster, they will be distributed to the warriors of the clan to breed more warriors.

In other words, the vast majority of female prisoners will not be violated and abused for at least a month, but will eat and drink. But a month later, when the disaster period ended, it was different: it was reduced to a tool for procreation.

The Chuma believe that the first child born to a female captive is auspicious. Therefore, once a female captive gives birth to her first child, she loses her use value and will be killed and sacrificed immediately.

But in any case, they will live at least one more year. Even worse are the people who have just been captured and are about to be killed.

These four women were considered too slender to give birth to warriors, so they were used directly for sacrifice.

They were not violated, and as sacrificial sacrifices to the gods, they could not be violated.

After the three wizards finished performing, several Chuma tribesmen with lean bodies and hideous expressions carried the four women into the shrine.

They struggled in vain and weakly, tearing away their hoarse voices and wailing, but to no avail.

The four women were escorted to the altar of the shrine, and soon the sorcerer's bone rod made of human leg bones pointed on their foreheads in turn, praying to the gods with great devotion.

Immediately afterwards, several mucun-faced men with bronze knives in their mouths and clay pots in their hands walked up to the altar, and then looked at the patriarch under the stage together.

He worshiped the idol devoutly, and looked at the four women indifferently, as if looking at four pigs and sheep.

"Brave, strong, and wise patriarchs, the living who sacrifice to the gods are already waiting reverently." The high priest, draped in his hair and holding a bone staff, said.

"Forgive the ignorance, insignificance, and weakness of the great ancestors and mountain gods, the pious and clean sacrifices, and serve them with their lives, and then reward us with wisdom, strength, and fortitude......"

After singing, he ordered: "Let's go under the knife." ”

Several men restrained the four struggling and crying Han women, who placed the clay pot in front of them and removed the knife in their mouths.

The faces of the four women, distorted to the extreme before they died, were extremely painful and frightened.

He looked at the red blood on the altar, licked his scarlet tongue, showed his chiseled teeth, and sang again: "Great God, know our humble minds, Great God, please bless your people......"

The high priest also danced with a bone club, and his face was solemn. All the clansmen present sang together.

Singing and singing, they danced and danced. The whole Dazhai was jubilant and noisy.

Then, the women rushed in and held cans of rice wine, roasted beasts, and baskets of glutinous rice cakes. The patriarch took the lead in drinking heartily and eating meat.

After enjoying the wine and food inside and outside the shrine in a mess, but he was not drunk, he stood up, stood up with a short and sturdy body, and said to everyone: "All the elders, go to the society to discuss matters!" ”

After saying that, after bowing down to the idol again, he left the shrine with a full burp. All the old bosses of the family followed.

The big and small leaders entered the society, sat down in the order of respect and humility, and looked respectfully at the snort on the main seat.

He said: "The seized iron tools used by the Han people to farm the land will be melted down and made into knives. Only when there are enough knives and sharp enough can we Chuma be strong. ”

The elders of the family obeyed together.

He said, "The Mao Blood Clan will soon know that we have a good harvest of headhunting, and they will definitely go hunting too." We're going to get ahead of them and do it again. Don't let the Mao-blood clan hunt all the Han people. ”

An elder said: "Patriarch, the Han people who live on the flat land at the foot of the mountain must be afraid now, I am afraid that they will run farther, and it is not easy to hunt." If you want to go down the mountain and get out of the grass again, I am afraid that you will have to walk in vain, so it is better to wait, so that the Han people will not be vigilant. ”

Another young elder said dissatisfiedly: "Plug Lu, you are not happy." Where else can those who call themselves Han Chinese flee? Do you want to go to sea? Even if you run for nothing, you can't get tired, can't you always be cheap Mao Blood? ”

Another one-eyed old man slapped the table and said violently: "What Shanyu said is right, Blocking Lu, you are not happy!" According to me, all the warriors of the whole clan went out and hunted all the Han people on the flat land! If we are preempted by other tribes and get a large number of iron weapons, we Chuma people will be in danger! ”

He coughed and said majestically, "The mountain is right. Don't pour cold water on it. You don't have to be angry. Within three days, we must send troops. Even if you chase it to the sea, you have to hunt all the remaining Han people. ”

Du Lu no longer insisted on delaying the dispatch of troops, but thought of another question, "Patriarch, there are at least a few thousand Han people on the flat land, right?" We must leave at least 200 warriors to defend the cottage, so that other tribes do not take advantage of the opportunity to attack, then we can only send 500 warriors at most. Even if it is a pig, thousands of Han people have long legs, and we can't eat them all. ”

The one-eyed dragon Tai snorted coldly: "Then according to you, how can you hunt them all clean?" ”

Du Lu said: "It's better to unite with the Fishbone Clan." The fishbone people have always been close to the Chuma people, and have intermarried for several generations. The two families went out hunting together, chasing and blocking, and most of the thousands of Han people couldn't escape. ”

With a terrifying smile, Rata said, "It's still thoughtful to Du Lu." That's what I mean, so let's join forces with the fishbone people. Stop Lu, you go and tell their patriarch what I mean......"

When Shanyu, Tai Ke and the others heard this, they all showed cruel and greedy smiles.

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Just as the Chuma tribe in the mountains was sharpening their knives again, on the plain under the mountain dozens of miles away, all the Han villages were filled with a sense of panic, and everyone was sad.

As everyone knows, just yesterday, the headhunters in the mountains suddenly rushed out and wiped out two villages, the young women were robbed, and the others were cut off their heads.

It's terrible!