No one wants to die, even for a seemingly noble reason, so they need someone from the Meteorite tribe to help them make a choice.

A few men who had stayed at home came into the crowd with swords, and the chiefs didn't know what to say, but listening to the cries of the children, and looking at the frightened eyes of the women, they burst out crying, and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and turned into howling.

She didn't know what she was supposed to say, to let her sister and brother die?

The clansmen looked anxiously at the weeping leader, and their hearts became even more uneasy.

"What the hell is going on?"

"What did the priest say?"

"Shall we just wait here? Are those people going to kill us? ”

The priestess came over and said angrily, "What's the use of crying? Is the whole clan dead or just a few? As long as there are children and women who can still have babies, the tribe can continue. Can crying make all enemies cry to death? ”

She looked around and told her plan, and the women were all frightened, and they put their arms around the children, and naturally stood in front of the old men of the clan, who were all their mothers or aunts.

"If you don't want them to die, you will die. They are old and will die sooner or later, do you want to die for her? ”

A woman holding a child shook her head at a loss, glanced at the child in her arms, she wanted to watch the child grow up, but this is how the mother watched herself grow up back then.

Amid the woman's cries, the old men behind them pushed away the daughters who stood in front of them, and the disabled man silently picked up the spear and stone with his curled hands.

They never turned again, did not dare to look at the young people again, and walked to the wooden fence, as if they were trying the uneaten plants in a time of famine.

One hundred and ten people stood in front of the fence, looked at the blazing fire, pushed open the fence gate, and someone took the first step.

The moment they took that step, they were greeted by the cries of hundreds of women, echoing in the mountains in a single piece.

A dozen men mixed in, hidden at the end, they are the hope of all.

If you don't cause chaos, a dozen people won't be able to rush out at all, and they will be shot like prey.

Anyone who rushes out in a siege is covered by someone to create chaos, otherwise there is no chance, even if this person has the courage to be unsuitable.

The priestess pointed to the junction between the two camps and shouted, "Rush over there!" ”

The old men felt like a male mantis eaten by a female praying mantis, holding aloft the spear-throwing stones, and screaming in an old and hoarse voice, rushing to the path of inevitable death.

The cry just now had already awakened the people in the camp, and the soldiers on duty at night noticed the abnormal movement and blew the pottery whistle early.

The soldiers in the camp took up their weapons with the sound of the pottery whistle and stood outside the camp, and the captains formed their formations, not knowing what was crying on the mountain.

Jian Chen led the soldiers from the middle camp to the outside of the camp, and the group of people had already crossed the first fire and were rushing towards the gap in the junction.

The drums sounded, and the team immediately moved fifty paces to the left and stopped, and the archers stood in front of the hand-to-hand combatants, waiting for orders.

Looking at the group of people who rushed out, Jian Chen sighed helplessly.

Slaves are talking tools, and tools that cannot work and can only eat are not qualified.

One hundred and sixty or seventy people rushed towards this side in a mess, they didn't want to rush out, they just wanted to bring chaos to Chen Jian, and take advantage of the chaos to let those dozen people rush out.

The soldiers were not nervous, the other side was a group of old and weak, if it was a real battlefield, some people might not be able to help but draw their bows in advance, but now they calmly waited for orders.

100 steps, 80 steps......

The rushing procession was already scattered, and at the front was a young man whose right hand had been bitten off by a wolf during a hunt, and who was lucky not to die in the care of his clansmen.

The remaining left hand held a stone, and he felt that he could throw the stone at the enemy's head by running some distance further.

However, the last distance was difficult to cross, and he seemed to hear a man shouting "release the arrows" and heard the creaking of the bow.

He saw a man in the team raise a dark sword, and then he saw the feather arrow flying, and subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes, but there was a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Two feather arrows were inserted between his chest and abdomen, and the severe pain made him can't help but cry out, but his footsteps did not stop, and he ran forward a few steps with all his might, and finally gave up.

Before he fell to the ground, he threw the stone in his hand desperately at the man who shouted for the arrow, and stumbled and fell to the ground.

The feather arrow snapped and pierced his body, and with the last of his strength he raised his head to see if the stone had hit.

The stone didn't hit, and it was still far from Chen Jian.

The first volley was a little farther away, hitting more than thirty people, and the archers quickly drew their feathered arrows.

"Shoot back!"

Jian Chen shouted, and the archers immediately drew their bows and arrows, aimed at the person who was already forty paces away, released their fingers, and immediately retreated behind the hand-to-hand combatants.

The hand-to-hand soldier with the spear in hand took a step forward, standing in order as he usually trained, and shouted at the same time.

The enemy in front of them was unprotected, and the weapons in their hands were only stones and wood, far easier to deal with than the last time.

An old woman with a feathered arrow on her arm and a stone with her eyes closed, forgetting that she herself had a stone in her hand.

Three spears were handed out at the same time, piercing her body, and before she could scream, she fell to the ground.

A person next to him took advantage of the opportunity of three spears to rush into the gap, and was immediately hooked by Ge on both sides of the neck, dragged hard, and the throat was cut.

Jian Chen beat the war drum, and the acorn on the right heard the drum and knew that this was to bring people around.

Five squads of twenty-five men immediately turned and wrapped themselves behind and to the side of the group from the right side, although it seemed to Acorn that there was no need to deal with these people so troublesomely, but on the battlefield he only listened to the sound of drums, otherwise he would be whipped.

Twenty-five people walked as fast as they could, and the squads were no longer evenly matched, but the entire formation of five people was not too scattered.

One hundred and sixty-seven people were left with less than a hundred of the enemy rushing to the front, and a dozen figures took advantage of the confusion to run out from the gap on the left.

Someone had already noticed them behind them, and there were more than thirty tanuki waiting at the back of the camp.

But Jian Chen didn't beat the drum to make them move, he could only watch the group of people flee from dozens of steps away.

The tanuki felt that Jian Chen deliberately let them run, otherwise there would be so many people around, and absolutely none of them would be able to escape, and those old and weak would not be able to create much chaos at all.

The battle, or rather the slaughter, continued, and the remnants finally lost their courage as Acorn rolled over from the flanks with five squads.

Except for one spearman who was stoned in the corner of his eye, no damage was dealt.

The remaining forty or so people finally felt the panic, threw everything in their hands, ran reflexively with their heads in their hands, and didn't care about anything, several people tripped over the corpses on the ground, got up again with their hands and feet, and covered their heads like crazy.

Chen Jian beat the war drum again, this time meaning that there was no need to maintain formation, the auxiliaries pursued, and the soldiers did not move.

The auxiliaries who stood behind the soldiers, armed with stone axes and spears, chased and cut down those who would rather be cut by the neck than turn back to resist, and when they reached the fourth fire, a sharp pottery whistle blew, meaning that they were not allowed to pursue any more.

Several people chased after him, and when he heard the whistle, he still rushed to the front and hacked two people to death, and then came back.

But Song, who was in charge of the execution in the team, did not appreciate their courage, and said with a cold face: "If you don't listen to the order, five whips, write it down." ”

Jian Chen nodded with satisfaction, sniffed the smell of blood in the air, listened to the undead lying on the ground groaning, and waved his hand: "The auxiliary soldiers go to check the corpses, and the undead help them and give them a good time." The soldiers returned to the camp and rested. ”

After returning to the camp, several captains were listless, feeling that the battle was very boring.

The tanuki said, "Those few people who ran away must have gone to report the news." ”

"yes, I hope they'll run faster."

Jian Chen sat by the fire, listened to the crying sound coming from the mountains in the distance, and calculated: "How many people can our tribe support before the wheat is harvested?" ”

"If we all go to catch fish, our four tribes can feed four hundred. There is too little to eat now, and it will be nice to have another month and a half. ”

"What about the other tribes?"

"They can't raise much."

After doing the math, the men and women of several tribes here should add up to more than a thousand, far exceeding their expectations.

He thought that there were only a few hundred people from the Meteorite Clan, but he didn't expect that there were other tribes, which was a bit difficult to do.

The ordinary life in his previous life made his heart not harden so quickly, smelling the smell of blood in the air, shaking his head, and saying in his heart that this should be the most important lesson for him. Let the heart be hard, kill what should be killed, just like doing math problems, the optimal solution is to leave the light and lactating women and children.

He exhaled, stood up and said, "Tell the outside, cut off your head and throw it in the fence." ”

Song went outside to deliver the order, and Jian Chen called the wolf skin and said, "You take thirty people, go to the top of the mountain over there to check, the people of the Meteorite tribe will come back soon, and tell me as soon as they find out." ”

"How soon will they be back?"

"Soon, they won't be slow when they come back, and maybe they won't even send scouts."