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At least, Jian Chen didn't understand what the man meant, he thought it was a prayer, or a witchcraft to pray for victory in the war.

The opponent kept retreating and retreated to a stone's throw away, and Chen Jian let the team move over slowly, never letting the formation disperse.

"Wolf skin, you go get that thing."

The wolf skin rode the horned deer, left the team, circled from the left, did not rush forward directly, but went diagonally, so that without stopping, he could go back from the right side directly, and the rider was most afraid of stopping and turning back in reverse, and he would die countless times on the battlefield.

The horned deer followed the arc to the vicinity of the skull, the wolf skin stepped on the lassoscope with one foot, grasped the rope that fell on the antlers with the other, bent down to catch the moon in water, and copied it in his hand the moment the horned deer stepped on the skull.

There was a cheer in his own army, he was a man who liked to boast and listen to praise, and when he heard the applause of others, he deliberately turned his body upside down on the back of the deer, raised his skull high at those enemies, and shook it twice.

In the winter, he proposed to pee on the stones, and it was he who cut off the heads of those people, so he thought that this group of people was here to take revenge, so he simply provoked it.

And those people didn't know that it was the person in front of them who caused the confusion, they still thought that a group of people the size of ants living in the mouse hole did it, and when they saw the other party's superb riding skills, they couldn't help but shout hello, and whistled for another one.

Wolf Skin didn't expect this to be the result, he thought that the other party would be annoyed and angry, and he was a little helpless for a while, and after retreating into the military formation, he handed the skull to Jian Chen and asked, "What's the matter with those people?" What is this trying to do? ”

Jian Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know either." ”

He didn't understand it either, because he, like Wolf Skin, was a participant in the winter incident, so he had a misunderstanding in his thinking, thinking that the other party must have come to fight with him.

However, it didn't seem to be the case now, and the wool and horsehair in the skull were nothing special, and he couldn't figure out what that meant, even if he was witty.

The group of horseback riders on the opposite side looked at him holding the skull, and couldn't help but be a little stupid, according to the meaning of the grassland, pick it up and not buckle it on the ground, which means to accept your overtures, but I don't want to exchange it for the time being, and when I want to exchange, I will take this skull to you.

The leader on the other side asked the witch priest beside him uncertainly.

"What does the opposite mean? Do they trust us? Or is there nothing to exchange? ”

The witch priest first looked at the other side with his eyes, and found that they were all holding almost the same weapons, although they were not the same swarthy weapons as before, but they could never be stones, and stones would not be processed so consistently.

And the clothes worn by the other party are not animal skins, obviously the other party has enough food and clothing, and it is not the kind of tribe that has nothing to exchange, maybe it is just because of distrust.

After he had figured it out, he took out from his pocket the hallucinatory mushrooms that grew on horse manure, and only after eating these mushrooms could he say what he wanted to say in a language that sounded like the spirit of war.

A moment later, he saw a hallucination in front of his eyes, and his whole body became hot.

The hallucinations in front of him were his imaginations, manifested in a grotesque way under the influence of hallucinogenic herbs.

It was as if he saw a vast and fertile land behind the army, where the river flowed not water but goat's milk and honey, and where grass grew not grass but a tree, and a tree that bore fruit that was directly a weapon, and these people could pluck the fruit and fight; The sheep grow fat and big, and even in winter it does not snow, but the grass grows green...... It seems that this is where the legendary heavy gods were born.

He himself didn't know what he had said after the hallucination, and by the time the hallucination had subsided, the leader had already retreated with him and his people.

"What does the Spirit of War tell us?"

"It's a fertile land, and the people there are strong, but they don't want to trade with us for the time being, maybe they'll agree when the horses give birth to foals."

The witch priest does not know what he says in the hallucination, he is human when he is awake, and he can only communicate with all spirits after the hallucination, and this hallucination comes from his own mental judgment, so it is generally absurd but basically correct.

The leader summoned his youngest son and told him to keep an eye on him with a few men to prevent the other party from attacking him on a horned deer, even after the deal was made, let alone now.

The youngest son returned to the mountain pass with a few people, and after meeting with the scouts sent by Chen Jian, he retreated little by little, and the scouts did not engage in battle, kept a certain distance, and kept retreating, mainly to cover the retreat of the clansmen behind him.

In the military formation, Chen Jian and several captains didn't know why, and the tanuki asked, "What are they doing here?" Running here to give us a skull? ”

Wolf Skin also shook his head and said, "I don't understand." If they want to fight, now is the best time, we still have to cut the wheat, as long as we wander around the mountain pass for a few days, we can only carry the spear and not the sickle, and it will take a long time to harvest by those slaves. ”

The authorities are obsessed with bystanders, but this is not a chess game, but a war, and no one can jump out and observe it from the perspective of God. They know their shortcomings and weaknesses, but the other doesn't know how important this season is to the city.

At first, Jian Chen also fell into this trap of thinking, until he walked far away, and he suddenly said: "You say, will they not know that we did the winter thing?" I don't know if we're going to harvest wheat now? Maybe you heard about our tribe and want to exchange it with us? ”

He took out a horsehair from his skull, looked at it carefully, and said, "Look, there is a knot tied in the middle of this hair, exactly in the middle, and both sides are the same length, it should mean that you want to exchange?" ”

If it was a scale, Jian Chen might have understood it a long time ago, but the other tribe obviously didn't know what the balance was. Balance of weight, horsehair of equal length, equality is the basis of exchange, but not necessarily equal weight, as long as it is equal extension.

Several captains looked at the horsehair for a long time, and they also felt that what Chen Jian said made sense, and they couldn't help but regret it a little.

The wolf skin had long wanted to ride a horse, although he didn't know what the thing was called, but at this time he was annoyed: "I knew that they wanted to exchange, so we should have exchanged." How nice it would be to exchange clay pots and salt for those livestock. If we change more, we can all ride, and we can kill their tribe in a few days, and those livestock will all be ours, and we don't have to share them with the Eyue tribe. ”

"Yes, let's walk over, how can it take more than ten days, in case E Yue knows, who knows if he will sneak attack our city. Although the woman said it sounded, she couldn't believe it all. If they all ride that kind of livestock, it's going to be fast......"

Several people sighed, but the language was not understood, and there was really no time now, if these people came a month late, they would have time to deal with them.

Chen Jian looked at a few unhappy clansmen: "Forget it, sooner or later it will be ours." If you don't change it, go get it yourself. ”

Looking at the neat soldiers around him, this was the source of his confidence.

Whether to change it or take it yourself depends on the strong.

It's just that now it seems that the exchange is a bit simpler and the choice to maximize benefits.

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In the valley, the scouts sent by Jian Chen made sure that the other party had retreated, so they no longer kept their distance from the people on horseback, and slowly retreated.

The horsemen also breathed a sigh of relief from their nervousness, and the scouts riding the horned deer on the opposite side gave them a lot of pressure, and the sharp daggers and spears made them very uncomfortable.

The leader's youngest son looked at the retreating scouts, and was also much more relieved, and smiled and said to the clansmen next to him: "It won't be long before we have a clay pot to use." There were too few of them last time, and my mother found that she could boil mare's milk and goat's milk into oil in a clay pot, and it tasted very good. ”

"Yes, if only there was enough salt, we don't have to go to the tribe in the north every year to ask for it, they occupy the salty lake, and the nitrate and salt are becoming more and more difficult to change, if this tribe has it, we can exchange a lot of horses, and the tribesmen in the north also have horses, not much."

"If I could change it, I'd rather exchange my scalp for a few clay pots......"

Several people laughed and slowly retreated, and when they retreated to the valley where they had seen the fireworks, the chief's youngest son stared at a large gadfly on horseback as he spoke.

He was going to shoot the gadfly to death when it fell, after all, he was reluctant to let the gadfly bite his horse.

As soon as he raised his hand, before he could fall, he heard a noise, a sharp pain in his chest, as if something had penetrated his body, and he rolled over and fell off the horse, and the gadfly escaped, but it was also startled and buzzed away.

In the distance, five men suddenly rushed out, opened their bows and arrows, and three of them were defenseless, one fell from their horses, and the other horse was also stabbed with spears, and ran wildly towards the woods, knocking the rider on their backs to the ground.

The chief's youngest son was dead, with a feathered arrow stuck in his throat, and a few convulsions on the ground were bleeding all over the ground.

The man who was still on the horse looked in horror at the five men who jumped from the grass in the trees not far away, clamped the horse's belly hard, and shouted at the companion who was overturned by the horse: "Hold on to the horse's tail!" Run! ”

The companion stood up, and his horse ran away, holding the horse's tail tightly with both hands, and followed the gallop, praying with his eyes closed to the spirit of war that the feathered arrows behind him would not fall on him.

Perhaps prayer really worked, and when he knew that he could not hear the cry in his ears, he opened his eyes breathlessly, his foot had been punctured, but at least he was still alive.

"Go tell the chief! Those men killed his son! ”