When you are in a panic, you will always inadvertently show trust and convincing.

"Don't panic. Tanuki, you run the fastest, tell the people of the village to hide on the cliff. The men came with me, and the women hid here. ”

"Brother!"

Yu Qian'er shouted, stretched out her hand to pull Chen Jian, and was a little scared in her heart.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be back in a moment."

Chen Jian touched Yu Qian'er's hair, didn't say anything more, and walked forward with more than forty men in his company.

Yu Qian'er didn't know what to say, and when she listened to the story told by Hua, her brother told her not to be afraid, because there was still her brother in front of her, so she was not afraid.

I don't know when she started to like this feeling of being protected.

Obviously not afraid of snakes, I don't know how many I have strangled to eat the little wolf cubs, but every time I see a snake, I will hide behind my brother, and watch my brother hold the snake with a forked stick, and then run out from behind my brother and clap my hands.

Sometimes things like dividing fish can be calculated clearly, but I always frown to find my brother, watching my brother explain to himself little by little, his brows gradually stretched, and his apricot-like eyes narrowed into a crooked crescent.

She knew that there might be danger this time, but she looked at her brother's back, and she didn't know what to say after all.

When Jian Chen's figure was about to be blocked by the trees, she shouted loudly, "Brother, come back early." You haven't told me why the potter's wheel turns, and our scales are about to be ready, so don't forget what you said! ”

Jian Chen turned around, looked at Yu Qian'er with a serious face, suddenly covered his face with his hand, quickly wiped it and turned into a smiling appearance, and nodded at her.

In the past, Yu Qian'er would definitely laugh, but this time she couldn't do it if she wanted to make her mouth upturned, and she looked at Jian Chen's figure blocked by the bushes in a daze.

Jian Chen didn't say anything about life and death, since the tanuki said that there were only more than 300 people on the other side, and there were only 100 people who could fight, it would be a joke if he couldn't beat them after practicing with his clansmen for so long.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, he looked at the wisp of green smoke by the river from afar, took a wisp of rope that was originally intended to tie a beehive, bent a figure-eight on his feet, and climbed to a thick pine tree by the friction of the rope and looked at it from afar.

It was not far from the river, and he could faintly see several figures by the river, roasting around the fire, and next to them lay on the ground several animals he had never seen before, looking very large and with horns on their heads.

After coming down from the tree, the clansmen all gathered around, Chen Jian looked at the wolf skin with a smile and said, "Brother, there are only five people over there, why are you so scared?" ”

"Five people? I don't know, but when I saw the smoke, I thought of what Hua said, so I hurried over to tell you. ”

When the clansmen heard that there were only five people, they were no longer nervous, and they made fun of the wolf skin, who lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "Next time, I will definitely climb the tree to take a look." ”

Chen Jian stabilized the emotions of his clansmen, but he was thinking about it in his heart.

Those horned beasts are the four-legged people that the tanuki said, and this beast must be caught, and only in this way can the panic in the hearts of the people be dispelled.

Now there are more than forty people with him, and he is in the open and the enemy is in the dark, and it is more than enough to deal with five people.

Those five people are supposed to be the scouts of the upper tribes, and judging from the matter of making fires, they are not professional. Maybe it's just that the original hunters didn't understand that humans are much more cunning and terrifying than animals.

"Wolfskin, you take a few men with bows and quietly go to the middle of the village to block them on the road and shoot a round."

He estimated the distance, pointed to a big tree in the distance, looked at it at the wolf skin, and nodded, "Okay." ”

The river is a plain, and the woods are some distance from the riverbank. In the event of an ambush, these five people will definitely run back the same way. Because the animals they ride have long horns, they don't like to burrow into the woods, and they probably don't have the concept of ambushes yet.

The wolf skin ran towards the big tree with ten people, and Chen Jian quietly led the rest of the people to the back of the five people, further upstream of the grass river.

This time, I didn't bring so many weapons, only stone spears, stone axes, and bows and arrows to protect against tigers and bears.

Jian Chen knew that the five people were definitely riding herbivores, and their courage was generally very small, even if the horse was not trained to see a sharp spear, it would subconsciously avoid it, and for a long time, the war horse charge was with an eye patch, so there was no need to worry.

Looking at this open area by the river, the grass that is more than half a man tall is suitable for hiding. The remaining thirty people were divided into two teams, one team followed himself in the middle and the other team let Song take the ambush on the side.

As for the scare away or anything like that, don't worry about it for now, this group of people has seen bears and tigers, and according to the old grandmother, even larger animals with long noses have been killed a long time ago.

On the contrary, it was the buzzing bites of these damn mosquitoes that made them unbearable, and Chen Jian brought some wild mint and wormwood, which were covered all over his body, and the tribesmen also learned the same.

They talked in a whisper as if they were hunting, and they used to hide when hunting timid animals such as deer.

I don't know how long I waited, but suddenly there was a strange cry. The clansmen immediately clenched the stone spears in their hands, pushed aside the grass and looked ahead.

In the distance, two men with disheveled capes were galloping forward on a horned deer, looking back from time to time, and one of them had a feathered arrow stuck in his body.

The clansmen saw clearly this time, it turned out to be a human, but it was riding on some animal, and the last bit of tension in their hearts was gone.

It seems that the wolf skin has led people to shoot three dead, and only two remain.

The two men in the distance had nothing in their hands, their hands empty, just kept kicking the soft spot of the horned deer's abdomen with their feet.

These horned deer are panting, and their owners are still urging, but their physical strength is limited after all, and their speed is already very slow.

Chen Jian watched these two people gradually get closer, shouted, and suddenly jumped out of the grass with a dozen clansmen, and rushed forward with his spear.

The two riders didn't expect anyone in the grass at all, and subconsciously pulled the rattan on the antlers.

Horned Deer watched as the screaming men rushed towards them with sharp spears, and instinctively ran towards the woods to the right, trying to dodge the dozen or so green-covered monsters.

The rider's hesitation, the horned deer's instinct, caused the tribesmen to rush forward a few more steps.

Chen Jian shouted at the nearby grass at the top of his throat: "Hit! ”

The Songhe tribesmen who were hiding in the grass had been training for more than a month, and even though they had no wicker shields and only stone axes in their hands, they still subconsciously stood up and howled and rushed towards the two horned deer that were close at hand.

The distance was very close, so close that the formation of these people was very close, and they were not scattered due to the difference in speed.

Seven or eight people were almost leaning together, running forward as desperately as they usually hit the haystack.

When he got closer, he didn't raise the stone axe, but calmly shouldered and slammed into it with his body on his side. This is a habit that has been developed after being punished for carrying stones many times.

The dense formation was like a tumbling wave, slamming into the body of the horned deer, and directly knocking the two dazed horned deer to the ground with a bang.

The horned deer kicked its hooves in horror and tried to get back to its feet, but the group was crushed against the horned deer's body, and the two men were pressed underneath it.

The two men gurgled and didn't know what they were shouting, only the horror in their voices.

Loose clutched at the foot of a man whose other foot was crushed under the horned deer, unable to move, waving his hand in search of a weapon he could use.

There were no stones here, so he pulled out a handful of grass, shouted, and smashed the grass at the pine with all his strength, but in vain, the blades of grass that symbolized the last resistance were scattered in the air by the wind.

Song's palm pinched the other party's ankle like a river mussel, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Although he trusted Jian Chen very much, he never imagined that the power of this side-by-side impact would be so huge, and such a huge beast would be knocked to the ground directly from the side by them.

Glancing to the side, the other rider was no better, his face covered in blood and grass juice, and he felt a stone and threw it backwards, hitting one of them in the forehead.

The enraged tribesmen slashed his ankles with stone axes, and blood gushed out, gathering on the ground like a poisonous snake, devouring life.

Matsu thought of the same situation when his people were killed by the Meteorite Clan, sniffing the strong smell of blood, thinking that one day their blood would flow out like this.

Chen Jian and the others also rushed over, shouting to tell the tribesmen not to pierce with spears, and the tribesmen had to grab the deer's hooves or press it on the deer's body.

The horned deer was terrified, but unfortunately it was difficult for him to breathe, and he couldn't get up at all. Only then did Jian Chen see clearly what this group of people were riding, and he was slightly disappointed.

This is a red deer or horned deer that is large enough to ride, but the deer is easily frightened and is not suitable for cavalry mounts. Cultivated land is far inferior to cattle and horses, which have too little fat and do not have enough stamina.

"Tie up this one alive, and tie the two deer to a rope."

The tribesmen immediately got busy, and the horned deer's eyes widened and hissed, and he couldn't stop trying to turn over, but he was pressed down by this group of experienced hunters.

One of the two riders on the ground was obviously not alive, and the people ignored him.

His ankle was broken, and he couldn't stand up, so he had to crawl forward.

Grabbing the grass on the ground with both hands, he moved little by little in the direction of his village, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

After a few steps, he crawled back again, grunting something, holding his severed foot in both hands, screaming and trying to get it up, but still falling off.

He wailed, holding his broken foot in one hand, cursing in words that Jian Chen and his people couldn't understand, turning over and crawling forward little by little.

He wanted to go home, to sit by the fire and drink deer milk, to hunt with his people, even if he was on the move every once in a while, as he had been a long time ago.

It seemed to be a blur of black and cold, as if it was snowing, and it seemed to be rows of towering houses piled out of birch bark, and it seemed that I could see the stone in the village with red fish painted in ochre, as if I could reach out and catch it.

"Maybe Redfish has a way to put my foot ......"

Thinking like this, he no longer felt the pain in his ankle, and told himself again that Redfish had a way to fit his foot, so he believed it himself.

One hand grabs the grass forward, and the other hand holds his foot tightly.

He didn't want a round clay pot anymore, he just wanted his feet.

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