When the command to charge echoed through the valley, the falling star knew that everything was over.

He made the final decision of the campaign, and fled with the last remaining members of his clan.

Acorn and Tanuki subconsciously waited for a while, did not hear the sound of the pottery whistle, knew that they could pursue, and led people to chase after them.

When the battle is over, it is impossible for the fleeing people to organize an effective resistance, and the pursuers will kill them one by one.

Jian Chen signaled that the people around him didn't have to chase them, the tanuki people had not participated in the battle, they had plenty of physical strength, they could completely catch up, even if they couldn't kill it cleanly, there was no threat to the remaining twenty or thirty people.

There was no smoke of gunpowder, no broken flags, only blood and the wails of wounded soldiers.

An enemy with his severed arm rolled on the ground in pain, his stomach was torn open, and after rolling a few times, he cried out in pain: "Please, help me, give me a good time, help me......"

He wanted to die, but his hand was gone, and it was difficult to even die.

Jian Chen took the bronze spear and stabbed it in the man's heart, ending his pain.

"Get our people back, kill all the wounded enemies, and give them a good time."

He sat down beside the bloodstains, grabbed a handful of blades of grass and wiped the blood from his hands, and his people scattered to clean up the battlefield or hunt down the fleeing enemies.

As the clansmen began to clean up the battlefield, the wails of the wounded soldiers became less and less, and only their own people were left crying out in pain.

The enemy killed and wounded in battle, a total of more than 270 corpses, captured more than 140 prisoners of war, and recovered 70 or 80 iron tools.

Thirty dead on his side, seventy or eighty wounded. Fortunately, this is spring, not too hot, there is wine and herbs, and I know the concept of bacterial infection, and the mortality rate will not be as terrible as seventy percent.

More than 20 of the seventy or eighty people were seriously injured, and they basically did not survive the darkness.

Song did not die, but he was seriously injured, he had hemorrhagic shock, he began to talk nonsense, he felt hot all over, and he tore his chest and left blood marks, as if he wanted to dig out his lungs so that he could breathe.

Looking at the more than twenty seriously injured clansmen, Jian Chen sighed and said, "Go and call one of their mother's brothers and accompany them." ”

The wolf skin looked at Jian Chen, walked over and patted him and said, "Brother, there are no immortals in the war, this is a big victory." ”

The battle of the valley can indeed be called a big victory, if the tanuki and those men rush three minutes earlier, it will be a complete victory.

War has a purpose, and Jian Chen's purpose has been achieved.

After this battle, there was no longer a threat to the east of the city.

A newborn race that worshiped the stars and used meteorite iron disappeared into the long river of history, and there was no longer the slightest ripple. Along with their beliefs and culture, they dissipated, and many years before the history books and writings appeared, no one would remember that there was such a tribe.

The banks of the Cao River, such as those within a radius of two hundred miles, will be the land of their own tribe, which has also reached the limit of the territory of the Fang country that can now be controlled by communication and roads.

This is the foundation battle of one's own civilization, and perhaps thousands of years later it will become a myth, and it will become a shocking battle with the help of the sun, moon and stars.

The position of his military chief is secured, and with this victory as a cornerstone, the voice of his clan in the council will no longer be opposed.

He rubbed his hands together, tried not to listen to the nonsense of the unconscious people, and left.

Death and blood are not terrible, what is terrible is the shortness of some parents who are chattering after those who are unconscious, and those who have an endless desire for life.

Looking at the corpses piled up, Jian Chen would rather go to see the corpses.

Several people ran over and asked in a spontaneous and respectful tone, "Ken, what about these corpses?" If we go back, they will rot when we go back to the village. ”

"The enemy's head is cut off and the body is burned. Let's burn it too, and bring back the bones. ”

Soon after the flames were burned, the acorns and tanuki also returned, their faces somewhat gloomy.

"Jian, the falling star has run away, and there are nearly a hundred men."

"Ran away? They can't outrun yours. ”

"There's a swamp over there, and they know the way, and two of our clansmen ran over and fell into it, and almost drowned, and couldn't chase it."

A group of people were all panting, with human heads in their hands, or iron tools they had retrieved, it seemed that they had done their best, this was not their home field, and the nearby terrain was unfamiliar.

The tanuki asked timidly, "Ken, am I too late?" ”

"A little late. Next time, remember to be early, okay, let's not talk about this for now, and I'll talk about it later. How many people are left around Falling Star? ”

"A hundred at most."

Jian Chen was a little worried, of course a hundred people were not afraid, but he was worried that Luo Xingxue would kill women. Of course, Luoxing doesn't know where his tribe is, but he can guess that he doesn't even have food now, and he will definitely rob the rest of the tribes, these people can't beat themselves, and they are more than enough to deal with those scattered tribes, and they will always ask for some clues.

"Tanuki, find a few of the fastest runners and go back to the city at once. Let all the people of the seven villages withdraw to the city, and take away all the food and women. Tell our women not to go out to collect these days, hang the bridge, and wait for me to go back. Go now, those who guard the wheat fields can't beat the falling star, I'm afraid he will run to our village. ”

The tanuki was a little flustered, Lan Cao was still in the village, he turned around and was about to run, but was stopped by Chen Jian again.

"When you go back, tell the people to put down the food that the tribe has packed up, and we will go back along the riverbank, and we will not be able to eat enough for these people to walk back. The lambs and fawns in the village no longer have to drink milk, so they let the people ...... Well, let them lie down on their stomachs and drink milk, you can save a lot of food. ”

"How much do you want to prepare?"

"You go back and let Yu Qian'er calculate, you have to prepare 1,200 or 300 people to eat for ten days, the more people you have, the slower you go."

"So many people?"

"And the women on the mountain, they can all work, and they all take them back. Remember, be quick! Hang the bridge directly when I go back, and don't go out of the city until I go back. ”

The tanuki took a few people and left in a hurry along the bank of the river, and Jian Chen was relieved.

The tanuki has a pig's tooth pendant on its neck, and it is the fastest runner in the tribe, and the remnants of the soldiers under the falling star need to find food, and it is impossible to be faster than him.

…………

Early the next morning, on the mountain.

When the food ran out, the women began to throw the hides into the water and soak them, and some of the women cut their wrists and fed the children of two or three years old with blood, constantly telling themselves that the men of the tribe would soon return and that those people down the hill would be killed.

At dawn, the women habitually watched the distance, hoping to see signs of their return, and then let out one scream after another.

The people did come back, but in a different way than they had thought.

At the bottom of the mountain, two piles of human heads were piled up, like two hills, just on both sides of the intersection of the mountain, and the smell of fishy smells wafted to the mountain.

The people at the bottom of the mountain did not speak, and the people on the mountain only cried until they were completely desperate.

The priestess glanced down the hill, turned silently, and told the few remaining men, "When the observatory is on fire, open the fence." ”

The tribesmen were stunned, and the priestess climbed to the top of the hill alone, took one last look at the place where she had grown up, stepped into the stargazing platform, and lit the firewood and grass.

In the thick smoke, along with her were astrolabes, stone statues, divination stones, and everything in her head.

The heavens can be divided into east, west, north and south; The stars in the sky are related to the heat and cold; Every 350 days or so is a reincarnation; There is a star that is always due north; The Great Mars disappeared at dusk to prove that the peaches were ripe......

All this was known only after he and his people spent twenty years observing the starry sky, and the star that always pointed to due north alone observed it for a year...... All this will be reduced to ashes with itself, and the enemy will not let the enemy know in vain the efforts of his people in the past twenty years.

From scratch, these ridiculous things in Chen Jian's eyes are the pride of this tribe, the hard work of twenty years, and the neck that has been raised and deformed in twenty years.

She was a priest, she held these secrets, she had no daughters, only sons, so she would not tell anyone else, only her son when she was old, so that he would be both a chief and a priest.

And now, she knows that she can't wait for her son. Besides, what is the use of the princes and the priests without the tribes?

In the thick smoke, she clenched the astrolabe, looked at the fence that had been opened, and watched the women kneel at the feet of the enemy, begging for mercy and life.

And she laughed wildly in the smoke, threw the astrolabe and the stone into the air, and shouted madly at the sky, begging for a response from the stars, just as she had done decades ago.

Decades ago, his own tribe faced this dilemma, and hungry wolves surrounded the village, just as it does now.

It was a night, and the night belonged to the wolves.

In a trembling of despair, countless meteorites fell from the sky, and the loud sound and flames of the landing scared away the frenzied wolves, and from then on, the people believed that the stars would protect them.

After the stars fell to the ground, she and her brother discovered that the falling stars had set fire not only to the woods, but also to a black stone on the eastern mountain, and the falling star had softened and turned red in the burning black stone......

She and her brother kept the secret, and in the years that followed, they led the tribe to prosperity with an iron sword, and the secret of the burning black stone and meteoric iron was known only to a few people.

Now that the men were dead, and the tribe no longer had a new iron sword, she was the only one left, and she wanted to tell her son before she died.

And now, she is dying, the fire has burned her hair, but her son has not appeared.

Hold on tightly to the stargazing stone statue, expecting the stars to perform miracles again and save their tribe once again.

Laughing wildly, trying to see the meteor fall and destroy all the people below.

But then she began to cry again, it was daytime, and there were no stars......