Of course, the broken foot can't be connected, that person will definitely die, the blood stains the grass red, and the blood line drawn will always come to an end.

The wars of this era were cruel and basically unorganized, and they could not be arranged in an upright manner like later generations, and it was difficult to resolve clan hatred and hatred.

Jian Chen went over and looked at the man who had lost his breath, Xu was killing too many beasts, and he didn't feel much of it.

"Let's light a fire."

Fearing the spread of the plague, the people piled up firewood and grass to raise a fire, and a disgusting scorching smell filled the air.

The captured man looked at the fire in the distance, muttered something, struggled even though he was tied up, and was honestly beaten twice.

The clansmen were all looking at Jian Chen, and this time none of the clansmen were injured, and they also grabbed two strange beasts.

This was the first battle he had led his people to fight since he was a military leader, and a battle of thirty men fighting two was really nothing to brag about.

But Song saw the horror of the line charge; The rest of the people felt the joy of victory, and it was always a thing to celebrate when the last worries in their hearts dissipated invisibly.

The tribesmen shouted to the sky like wolves, tied the two horned deer with rattan, and a dozen people pulled one and waited here.

Someone went to the top of the mountain to tell the people who were still frightened, and the tribesmen came down one after another, Yu Qian'er wanted to say a few words to her brother, but she was quickly attracted by the two horned deer, walked to the horned deer, and looked at the two strange deer curiously, she had never seen such a big deer.

The two deer were a little panicked, but the resistance was not fierce, it seemed that they had been domesticated for a long time, and they were not the kind of wild catches.

The difference between domestication and domestication is huge, and domesticated may return to wildness at any time, but domesticated is no longer afraid of people, and even if the owner is changed, he is at most nervous.

Several women approached and touched the horned deer, and the horned deer moved its ears with some cringe, and gently kicked its hooves, but did not dodge.

"What is this?"

Jian Chen tilted his head and looked, the antlers of this deer are forked and very tall, it should be a kind of red deer, not a bighorn deer, the antlers of the bighorn deer are connected.

But there was no horse at this time, and he didn't want to refer to the deer as a horse, and if he really wanted to make up a word for Yu Daoma in the future, he said that it was a horned deer.

The women were so fond of this tall animal that they went to the meadow to pick some seeds and put them in the palm of their hands to feed them.

The two horned deer sniffed, hesitated, and finally did not eat.

The women were a little disappointed, and Jian Chen smiled: "I ate after two days of hunger." ”

Yu Qian'er pouted and said, "You said the same thing last time you fed the little wolf cubs, but there is still one who starves to death without eating." ”

"This one is different."

Chen Jian felt that he couldn't explain the difference between domestication and domestication for a while, so he didn't explain much.

After waiting for a while, Wolf Skin and the others hurried over from downstream, and shouted a few times from afar.

When he saw these two live horned deer, he was also very happy. He saw the appearance of the few waiting on the horned deer, but unfortunately the three deer were killed by the tribesmen, and one leg was injured by an arrow, and the tribesmen behind were watching.

Jian Chen looked at Tiandao: "It's still early, our beehives have to be taken back." Go back and tell the family that it's okay. ”

"Someone went back and told me."

"Well, let's just wait here. Let's go and get rid of the two dead deer, and carry them back first. Pine, do you remember how I healed my wounds? ”

"Remember, I picked a lot of that grass."

"Go ahead and try it and see if you can cure the deer."

Song nodded and led a few people downstream, and the rest of the clansmen surrounded the two deer, and some wanted to go up and ride, but they felt a little scared, and couldn't help but look at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen looked at the deer's smooth back, and he couldn't ride steadily. After pondering for a while, he circled the rope twice, slowly approached the horned deer, and gently stroked its fur, until the other party was no longer alert, and then quietly put the rope on the back of the horned deer.

After tying the underneath as well, he stepped into the rope sleeve and turned over and sat on the back of the horned deer.

The clansmen looked at Jian Chen worriedly, and the horned deer realized that there was someone on his back, and it was not his master, and he was a little reluctant, but in the end, he only kicked a few times and stopped moving.

The crowd finally erupted in cheers, although Jian Chen sat taller, taller than all of them, and looked so different, but the people did not have any sense of hierarchy, and the cheers were only because their own tribe could also ride the horned deer.

Chen Jian held the neck of the horned deer with both hands and left his feet from the rope sleeve, in case the deer was startled, at most he would fall down without the rope sleeve, but with the rope sleeve he might be dragged to death.

Yu Qian'er looked up at Jian Chen below, and shouted, "Brother, I'm going up too." ”

"We want to ...... too"

The clansmen all shouted, Chen Jian jumped down, helped Yu Qian'er up, and let her sit on the deer's back sideways, Yu Qian'er gently touched the back of the horned deer, full of joy.

One by one, the tribesmen had their best on it, until the horned deer got a little impatient.

"Can I ride it when I go back?"

"No, I can't. No one is allowed to ride until they are mature. ”

Chen Jian was afraid of danger, and the clansmen had no choice but to agree, carrying the aura of "victory", and his words carried more weight than before.

At least in the eyes of the clansmen, it was a great victory, none of them were injured, but four of them died on the other side, and two horned deer and one wounded one were captured, and the other two who died could be eaten for two days.

The village is sure to be lively tonight, and the people can't help but look forward to the bonfire in the evening. It was easy to look forward to the evening, and several people went to tie the beehive with ropes, and took turns carrying them towards the village.

Smoke could be seen rising from the village in the distance, and a group of people stood by the river waiting for the returning procession, shouting excitedly from a distance.

Hua's head still hurt, but he still stood at the entrance of the village, looking back at the graves of the clansmen in the distance, his heart was full of hope, he believed that one day Chen Jian would help him kill all the enemies.

The impulse to see his sister being killed led to a stick, but he didn't hate it at all, but looked at the tanuki with some gratitude. If he hadn't had that stick, he would have been killed, and he would never see the day when he would have killed his enemy.

His eyes were staring straight at the bound captive, his fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, and his body trembled a little, not knowing whether it was hatred or excitement.

Jian Chen saw Hua from a distance, and sighed silently in his heart, knowing that this captive would definitely die.

My plan was to fight that tribe in the fall, and it was useless to keep this person. If he is forced to work, such a person will be compensated, because someone needs to watch him, and he has to prevent him from breaking out and hurting people, and he doesn't understand the language, so he doesn't know what he's talking about at all.

Sure enough, Birch and the three clansmen immediately rushed to the captive, shouting and scolding, telling their hatred.

There was a slight panic in the captive's eyes, but he still held his head high and said nothing.

Hua cried and recounted the names of his relatives over and over until his voice was hoarse, and then he begged Chen Jian to give him the captive, and he would comfort his people with the blood of the captive.

Jian Chen drove the children back, and the old grandmother and Shi Shi also found a few people to watch the children, but they were not allowed to come out, and the rest followed Hua to the grave.

The captive seemed to know something, and writhed and struggled, but to no avail.

Hua and the three remaining clansmen were talking at the grave, and Jian Chen stared at the dying captive, trying to squeeze the last bit of value out of him.

Eventually, Hua begged Jian Chen and his people to help him dig a pit in which he would bury the captive alive. And he was also prepared to wait until one day in the future to defeat that tribe and bury all the people in the pit.

It can be seen that this is just a murder of hatred, and the tribesmen do not object to it, and take it for granted, because it is a blood feud.

However, killing people is one thing, and martyrdom is another, and Jian Chen is worried that this incident has taught the people to be martyred.

It is impossible to have so many prisoners of war, and once this opening is opened, when the class is divided, it will one day be the turn of those who are suffering from their own kind.

Everything starts with reasonableness, and theoretically there is nothing wrong with just killing the enemy.

But the lower limit of the ruling class cannot be measured, and one day it will kill its own people, so it is better to prevent it from getting worse.

In fact, he misses a poem very much now: Go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and behead Yama with a banner of 100,000.

If the clansmen understood, it is estimated that no one would think about martyrdom or anything like that in the future, but the clansmen would definitely not understand this poem.

Later emperors must have wondered if they wanted to enjoy the feeling of being served after death, but didn't anyone think about what would happen if those who were buried rebelled down there?

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Hua, are you going to kill all the people of that tribe?" ”

"Yes."

"Then do you think that if you kill them, they hate you?"

"Of course I hate, like I hate them."

"Do you think your people can beat them?"

Birch shook his head, it was obvious, otherwise he wouldn't be here. It's just that at night these days, he always dreams of those dead relatives. He felt that those relatives had gone to another world, otherwise how could they meet him in their dreams? So he wanted to kill these people and let the people know that these enemies were dead.

But Chen Jian's words made him break out in a cold sweat, if he really went to another world after death, of course these people who were killed would hate themselves, and they would also hate their own people, so what should their own people do in that world?

Chen Jian's clan was also thinking about this problem, they originally took it for granted, but after thinking about it again, they felt that what Chen Jian said was also reasonable, and they didn't know what to do for a while, and they looked at him one after another, hoping that he could give a suggestion.

"You say they don't have birch bark boats, can they come here from across the river?"

Birch shook her head.

"Then this person will be handed over to you, this is your blood feud, he killed your relatives, and you will dispose of it. Kill him, send him to the other side of the river and burn it, and don't let him disturb your loved ones' lives in the other world. ”

He patted Birch on the shoulder and left with his thoughtful clansmen.

The newly shaped view of the soul is irreconcilable and contradictory, and it has not yet taken shape, but it has been passed down from generation to generation, and it will always give those rulers a little wake-up call. It's ridiculous to talk about atheism now, and you have to adapt to this era, and since the people of the tribe think that the dream is evidence that their dead relatives are in another world, they can say it in a way that they can accept.

After the martyrdom, beware of rebellion, this is 10,000 times stronger than the preaching of any merciful thoughts.

Counting on a conscience can only be a ridiculous fantasy.