Hongyu couldn't understand what the people behind him were shouting, but the people who shouted clearly understood that what Chen Jian asked them to shout was: "Just a few men who can't survive will be killed by other tribes." Bring back those women and the horned deer, and they will not kill you. ”

The wolf skin followed closely beside Jian Chen and asked curiously, "You really don't kill them?" They have killed their own relatives. ”

"I don't kill them. But I don't know if their former people killed them or not. Besides, sometimes being alive is more terrible than dying. ”

The wolf skin scratched his head, thinking to himself, how could it be more terrible to be alive than to die?. When he wanted to ask a few more questions, Jian Chen beckoned to him, called nine people, and found a few horned deer that had not been taken away.

"Go after you, and when you get closer, shout what I said before, and bring back as many women and horned deer as you can."

"They won't believe it, will they?"

"Those people are afraid of death, and even if they know it's a lie, they tell themselves it's true. Whether you believe it or not depends on how many people you have when you catch up. ”

The wolf skin was a little puzzled, but he still chased after the nine men on the horned deer.

The rest of the tribe were either catching sheep in the mountains or checking on those who had died in battle and treating their own wounded.

In the era of lack of medical treatment, injuries and deaths are only one step away, and most blunt force injuries, even if they survive, lose their ability to work, and the sequelae will gradually appear.

From the beginning of the opponent's charge to the end of the battle, it actually took only ten minutes, a total of three or four hundred people, that is, the level of the village's armed fighting.

This battle was a mess, but Chen Jian's side still achieved a good casualty ratio with his formation. The distance of the enemy's charge was too far, and the distance of nearly 100 meters rushed indiscriminately, and the distance between those who ran fast and those who ran slowly was at most more than ten meters.

At the moment of contact between the two sides, except for the anxious right wing, their own side is actually in a state of more than one. The fastest ones are already dead, and maybe the slower ones have just come over to fight, which is why the whole team should get close to the enemy and then charge - the most people in the front of the unit time, otherwise it will be more oil and food.

Seventeen men of both tribes were killed and wounded, most of them from the fighting on the right flank. Those servant troops suffered heavier casualties, and the cold weapons without formation fought in a brawl, and the casualty ratio was basically one to one.

Chen Jian felt that it was necessary to make a battle summary with his clansmen after he returned, and he also needed to train a few commanders who could command about thirty people.

In this kind of battle of one or two hundred people, the fighters are fleeting. Communication is basically based on roaring, and there is an extra drum on your side, but it also takes time for the people to memorize many different orders.

He obviously found the warplane, but there was no way to convey it to the clansmen, the army should be like an arm, but as long as it is not six fingers, it will be at most five fingers, which requires him to be his own brain, make more arms, and then command the fingers.

Maybe the way you fight by yourself is completely different from the previous way of fighting the clansmen, so the first battle of the clansmen is a bit chaotic, and there is even a situation where the squad on the left is watching the excitement.

And the front on his side is too thin, so it's okay to deal with this group of semi-primitives. If the leader on the opposite side does not charge a hundred steps away, but when the whole team is concentrated to about thirty paces of himself, he concentrates a little impact and breaks through, and the five-person team with only one and a half layers will not be able to stop it at all, and after breaking through, his entire front will collapse and become a state of fighting in the village.

We all need to sum up these problems one by one, and then ponder how to fight a war in the future when we go back.

He looked down and pondered these questions, and the clansmen who were sorting out the corpse saw him and involuntarily called out his name.

In the eyes of the clansmen, this is an incredible victory, how can there be immortals in war? In the past, disputes with other tribes were basically life for life. Not counting the rest of the tribes, only seventeen died on their own side, while sixty or seventy died on the other side, and the rest were basically caught.

Since there are still souls after death, perhaps the people who died in battle just went to another world. Although Ken said that there is no afterlife, there is a world after death, otherwise why would the relatives who died before appear in their dreams?

They feel that they have two lives, one body and one soul, but no one knows what the soul world is like, so they cherish being alive now. When I die, I always hope that the soul world is the same as reality. Even if death does not befall him, he will look forward to those who have died.

The living were glad that they were alive and knew that such a victory was won by Chen Jian, so more people cheered for his name.

Listening to the sound in his ears, Jian Chen knew that his position was a little more stable. This victory would dissipate the last doubts of the people about the battle, and the intuitive victory was more important than a thousand times he had spoken.

Amid the cheers, he walked to the place where the battle was most intense, and Hua and his brother lay on the land, finally waiting for the moment when their people would be rescued. Before he died, Birch clung to the badger's leg, and his head was broken by the badger, and the tribesmen were cleaning his body.

A few men then poked the badger's headless body with stone spears to vent their anger, and the tiger-like man killed five or six of his own people.

Chen Jian picked up the stone spear wearing the head of a badger and threw it to Songdao on the side: "Sprinkle it with salt." ”

"What's the use? It's better to throw it away. ”

"Show those tribes who have betrayed their oaths that they will be punished for swearing in front of their ancestors and betraying their oaths."

"You're still going to find the tribes who didn't come?"

"Of course go, let them know the awe, and let them know the consequences of betraying their oath."

Song nodded, holding the head in his hand, and flicked it back very casually, resting it on his shoulder. There's no salt here, it's only on the boats downstream.

The battlefield has been largely cleared, the corpses of the clansmen are piled together, and the corpses of the enemies are piled together, only more of theirs.

The smell of blood had not yet been blown away by the wind, and Jian Chen gathered the rest of the people in the village to check the harvest this time.

Rescued more than eighty slaves, all of them young and strong, all from the two tribes that had been attacked, and at this time they were crying about their experiences, and they were finally relieved to see the buns on their heads.

More than forty enemies were caught, and the wounded were all lightly wounded, and the seriously injured were hacked to death, which could be regarded as a good deed to end their suffering.

There are still more than 50 old and young people left in this village, they were abandoned when they fled just now, and now they are tied up with ropes, and some of the rescued slaves are hitting them with stones, and Chen Jian does not care.

The tribesmen also brought back more than a dozen frightened horned deer, both male and female, and most of them were ridden away by those who fled.

The sheep were also left behind, and there were more than one hundred and thirty heads. The harvest was piled up in tents made of birch bark, and many pods and ears were piled up in wicker baskets, and you can guess from him by looking at the weaving patterns.

The hand-kneaded clay pots and the like, of course, were discarded on the ground at will, looking for something usable from every birch bark tent, and someone dragged a tiger skin out of one tent, which attracted many people to watch.

More people looked at the captives full of resentment and fear, and discussed what to do.

This time, there was no need for Chen Jian to guide them, and the clansmen did not propose to kill all these people, but coincidentally thought of allowing these people to go to plough the land, dig pits, and mud...... These most tired living people are just not enough.

The rest of the dozen tribes were debating how to divide the sheep and food, and some wanted a horned deer.

Jian Chen beat the drum to make everyone quiet down, and said, "I will divide these things after I go back, I said that I would give them to you, and I will definitely give them to you." Now there's one more big thing to do. ”

He pointed to the huge stone in the village, on which was drawn a large red fish that had burst out of the water, and which was still stained with blood, and had dried up and turned black.

"Push it into the river, this is the place of our ancestors, not theirs."

"Yes!"

Everyone shouted, thinking of the black and white flag, which of course did not belong to this fish.

The people brought sticks and rattans, tied the stones, and a hundred and ten people pushed the big stone to the river, and after shouting, they pushed it down.

The moment the splash was made, the captured enemies couldn't help but cry loudly, this should be their land, and now everything is gone, and even the myth of their ancestors was thrown into the river by this group.

There is nothing in the land other than the towering bark tents that prove that they ever lived here.

But these bark tents were also demolished, and Chen Jian and his people piled up the corpses of all the enemies, demolished the bark tents they had built with their hands before their deaths, and lit a fire. They would never have imagined that the tent they had set up would become firewood for their corpses.

Chen Jian was worried that the accumulation of these dead bodies here would cause a plague, so he burned them and threw the ashes into the river, which was also in line with the soul view of the clansmen, so that they could stay away from their own land and not disturb the lives of those dead clansmen in the other world.

After the flames were extinguished, Jian Chen had been waiting for the wolf skin and the others to come back, those women and horned deer were all good things and had to be obtained.

It wasn't until evening that a shout could be heard in the distance, and the tribesmen were standing on a high place looking upstream, and dozens of horned deer were slowly walking towards the area, followed by a bunch of women.

A few men who had betrayed their tribe and had loose hair rode on the horned deer, but at this time they combed their hair back again, wolf skin and others followed, and several horned deer had several women tied to their backs, and the rest of the women followed the horned deer slowly.

The former slaves in the village, seeing the former clansmen in the distance, shouted angrily, picked up a few stones from the ground, and threw them fiercely into the distance, although they knew that they could not throw them that far.

They were a little angry, but they didn't know what to say, it was Jian Chen who rescued them, but didn't they really kill those people?

Those few people also dodged the gaze of the original clansmen, and seemed to be a little hesitant to approach, but when they saw Chen Jian standing at the front, they finally stopped hesitating.

They have told themselves more than once along the way that they have tried to convince themselves that since it was Jian, then they must be the talker, and he will not kill him.

Especially when the wolf led the people to chase after them just now, they knew that they couldn't beat them, and some people gave up everything and fled; There are also people who believe that this sentence is true, and they can not die.

Some people will always choose to believe what they want to believe.