The great leader of the Teng Snake Tribe stopped moving, and his eyes that had lost their color were still wide, containing infinite fear.

"Bang Bang!"

With red eyes, he pulled his hair with one hand to prevent him from falling to the ground, and the other hand slapped the face of the big leader of the Teng Snake tribe one after another, making a snapping sound.

The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for several years suddenly exploded at this time, and they all rushed towards the big leader of the Teng Snake Tribe, who was still hot.

The red-eyed Mao couldn't help it, howled angrily, rushed over and joined the ranks of the whipping corpses.

Han Cheng looked at this scene, and after thinking about it, he didn't say anything to stop it.

Both of them are direct victims, and they have deep grievances with the people of the Teng Snake Tribe, so it is good to vent their dissatisfaction in their chests to the dead leader of the Teng Snake Tribe, so as not to suppress the time in their hearts and hold back something wrong.

And if you don't let them vent at this time, let them face the slaves of the Teng Snake tribe all day long in the future, and it is inevitable that nothing bad will happen.

The captives of the Teng Snake Tribe, who were already terrified, were even more terrified when they saw the crazy appearance of the two of them at this time, and their shock was even greater than killing the big leader of the Teng Snake Tribe in front of them.

After some venting, the panting and red-eyed Mao sat on the ground and cried loudly, and the mourners on the side couldn't help but shed tears.

Han Cheng didn't speak in the past, and reached out and patted them lightly on the shoulder.

The heads of the witches, the great chiefs, and the three chiefs of the Teng Snake tribe were cut off and placed on a stone, with dead eyes facing the captives.

The ropes on all the captives were untied, and Senior Brother Sha came to them with a jar of blood and asked them to dip their hands in the blood and smear them on their faces.

Anyone who refuses to be smeared will be killed.

With so many things going on before, naturally no one dared not to smear blood on their faces.

There were even a few people who took the jar and wanted to take a bite, but Han Cheng went up and kicked it a few times to stop them.

It's okay to kill the enemy for self-preservation, but Han Cheng is extremely disgusted by eating the meat of the same kind and drinking the blood of the same kind.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in this era, he doesn't want such a thing to appear in the Qingque tribe, even if it is a slave!

In addition to this, there was also a purpose to teach these prisoners of war who had become slaves to behave, which was a very necessary thing.

Let them smear blood on their faces, and they have to do it, even if drinking blood is more decisive than smearing it.

After Han Cheng kicked a few people in a row, none of the rest of the people were mavericks, and they all obediently dipped blood and smeared them on their faces.

None of these prisoners of war who were let go dared to make a move, and under Han Cheng's orders, they were driven by the people of the Qingque tribe into the courtyard they desperately wanted to enter before.

After a few traps, all of them became cautious, and some of them were shaking involuntarily.

In the courtyard, several large vats have been erected, and willow branch water is boiling in the jars.

Huo 2 lit a fire there, and some white water vapor drifted out.

Looking at the big clay jars and the surrounding jars, even though they were still in fear, many people couldn't help but be amazed in their hearts.

Sure enough, this tribe has many precious pottery!

It's a pity that they have no chance to snatch it.

They were brought to the vicinity of these smoking vats, and they knew that they could cook food in this way, and it was precisely because of this that many people were worried that they would not be able to do it.

They thought that the people of this tribe might pick one or two out of them, kill them, and put them in a large vat to cook.

Similar things happened in their original tribes.

"Come here."

Bright's gaze searched the group for a moment, then fell on one of the most seriously wounded men, and with a word he went over and pulled her, motioning for her to lean in this way, so that he could clean the wound.

This primitive woman, whose face was pale due to excessive blood loss, became even whiter, without a trace of blood.

She whispered in horror, her body shrinking back, and trembling.

Although the people around him were a little afraid, there was a long sigh of relief in this fear, because it was someone else who was picked.

Liang looked strange, he just wanted to treat her injuries, why was she so frightened?

Immediately, he called two assistants to come over and carried the female primitive to the edge of the vat.

At this point, the female primitive man did not struggle much, and lay on the ground as if resigned to her fate, but the fear from the heart could not be eliminated.

Liang scooped out half a basin of willow branch water from a large vat that had been placed a little cold, and began to clean the woman's wounds.

The people of this tribe are really particular, and they actually have to wash the meat before killing and eating it.

This tribe is also really extravagant, and pottery is used everywhere......

The Teng Snake Tribe spectators, who were already a little numb, thought to themselves.

The primitive woman who was waiting for death did not die, and when she thought she was finally going to be killed, she was carried aside.

Rabbit Fur came in from outside at this time, and told them that it was a cure for injuries, and the captives suddenly realized that they were relieved.

At the same time, I was also a little puzzled in my heart, the people of this tribe actually didn't eat people......

While doing this, Han Cheng also arranged for people to clean up the messy courtyard gate.

A large amount of dry firewood was carried to an open space on the east side of the courtyard, where the corpses were carried there and piled up haphazardly.

Flames rise and devour them, purifying the world of darkness and sin.

A few years ago, there was a group of people from the Teng Snake tribe who were burned here, and a few years later, another group of people from the Teng Snake tribe were burned by the flames here......

"Hey, hey!"

In the sound of the neat trumpet, the woolly rhinoceros who died in the trap was dragged out little by little by the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Looking at this behemoth in front of them, the people of the Qingque tribe couldn't help but feel palpitations.

This guy is just too big!

If it weren't for the Son of God who taught them to dig traps, they really couldn't have dealt with this horrible thing.

Han Cheng stood in front of the woolly rhinoceros and stretched out his hand to stroke its single horn, which was bright and textured, no wonder in later generations, even if various laws were introduced, there would still be lawbreakers to poach.

After the rhinoceros is anesthetized, the rhinoceros horns are forcibly removed, leaving a big bowl of buses from time to time.

Pifu is not guilty, but Huaibi is guilty.

The strength is not strong enough, but it has precious things, and it will naturally be very easy to be remembered.

If it weren't for the fact that the Qingque tribe had developed over the years, become powerful, and had made adequate preparations in advance, they would probably have been killed by the people of the Teng Snake tribe and cut off their 'rhinoceros horns'.

The rhinoceros was too big to be transported in its entirety, so Han Chengcheng asked people to say that after its skin was peeled off, it was divided and transported to the tribe, and the heavy rhinoceros horn went to his hands.

While doing this, some people went down into the trap and pulled out the big wooden drills one by one.

These things are so hard to make, it's a pity to bury them in the soil.

The trap that had not been trampled on was also uncovered, and the drill was also pulled out.

Others scooped up the blood-stained dirt from the ground with bone shovels and poured them into several blood-soaked traps with their rafters.

After doing this, he used a wooden cart to push some clean soil and covered a layer into several traps, which was too bloody......