The wolfskin and the tanuki were about two miles in front of the group, and the grass river turned a corner there, and everything in front of it was unobstructed, and the secrets of their own people were hidden.

Seeing more than a dozen people rushing out of the village from a distance, the tanuki turned over and jumped on the horned deer and said, "Go back and tell Ken." ”

Wolf Skin touched his one-man tall longbow, stared at the dozen or so people in the distance and said, "You go back, Jian said let me tell them, we are here." ”

The tanuki nodded, clamped the horned deer between its legs, and left first.

The wolfskin turned the horned deer in one direction, and from the quiver made of bark he found a long feathered arrow, the tail of which was a goshawk feather, and some were reluctant to use it.

Naturally, the badger also saw the lone wolf skin, and asked the tribesmen a little strangely.

"He's just Jian? Alone? ”

The tribesmen didn't know it, but it was still like hunting, and after a whistling sound, it naturally spread out to both sides, forming a semi-encircled shape.

When they got close to a hundred paces, several people in front of them jumped off the horned deer, because it was impossible to shoot arrows while riding a horned deer. The bow is too long, and there is no place to step on it, so you can't use force, and even if you shoot, you only have a dozen paces on the spot.

Wolfskin saw the group of people coming over, and the people on the side rode the red deer as if they were about to go around behind him, and secretly praised it, this is a group of good hunters.

He looked around like a wolf, but his eyes were always on the badger. He didn't know who the badger was, but he did know that the horned deer that the badger rode on was white, unlike the others.

The enemy in front of him approached step by step, and several people had already raised their bows and were ready to shoot, and the wolf skin knew that at such a distance, it was impossible for this group of tribes who had just learned to control the strings to shoot accurately, so he did not move.

A few feathered arrows landed at a distance from him, and with a disdainful glance, he finally waited until the men were close to a distance of about sixty paces, and suddenly drew their bows.

The bowstring was stuck on the wrench carved by the antlers, the index finger pressed the thumb, and the silence was aimed at the slowly approaching badger, the arm shook back slightly, and the feather arrow turned into a meteor and flew straight out.

Trembling his tail slightly in the air, it finally turned straight and went straight to the badger's face. The badger's pupils shrank, feeling the power and threat of the arrow, and subconsciously tilted his head, and the feather arrow flew past his forehead, and a slight wind echoed in his ears.

He looked at the wolf skin in the distance in amazement, and his heart was inexplicably horrified.

It was impossible for him to shoot at such a distance, so he was even more sure that this person was Jian, and only such a good hunter could be the leader of a clan.

Glancing back at the feather arrow that had fallen to the ground, he let out a roar of apprehension, and the clansmen rushed forward quickly, trying to catch Ken, the opponent he had been worried about. The clansmen on both wings have already surrounded him, and he can't escape!

The wolf skin sighed a little regretfully, but did not stop, and as he stepped on the rope noose, he had already urged the horned deer, and as soon as he rolled over, he rode up, and took a long stone spear from the rope on the side.

Just as Jian Chen taught him, raise the long stone spear to his shoulder, as if he were holding a spear during hunting, rather than holding it on the ground.

The few people who rushed from the side obviously only wanted to drive him away, and they roared loudly on the body of the horned deer, and the wolfskin's legs clamped the belly of the horned deer, aiming at one of them and rushing straight over.

The man saw the long stone spear, panicked, took out his bow and arrows and wanted to shoot an arrow, but the bow was too long, and only half of the bow was blocked by his knees, and he let go of his fingers indiscriminately, but he did not know where the feather arrow flew.

When he wanted to touch the arrow again, the wolf skin had already rushed to his side, and controlled the horned deer to run to the left side of the man, who was still feeling the arrow in a panic, his fingers trembling a little, and he couldn't get the string into the groove at all, and in his panic he was annoyed by the method of carving the groove he had learned.

The wolfskin's eyes were fixed on the man, and the moment the horned deer staggered, he stabbed the stone spear into the man's chest, and quickly let go of his hand.

Laugh at......

The acceleration of the horned deer and the swing of his own arm caused the stone spear to penetrate the man's chest, and after a scream, the wolf skin was already a few steps away, turned around and put his foot on the rope noose, and whistled defiantly with his fingers in his mouth.

He shouted in a language that the badger did not understand, "Ken let me tell you that we are coming!" ”

The badger didn't bother to check on the stabbed man, so he summoned the horned deer and shouted, "Chase! Catch Ken! ”

The people ran after him, and when they passed the corpse of the tribe, they could not help but glance at the man lying on the ground, with a long stone spear stuck in his body, already dead, and the horned deer did not know that his master was dead, and was still gnawing on the grass nearby.

When he turned the bend, the badger heard a thunderous sound in his ears, and then saw a line of people standing in line on the riverbank, with long spears in their hands, as neat as the mountains in the distance, and there was no sound except for the thunder.

There was a man at the back of the line, striking a strange thing with a hammer, the clanging sound of the thing. And the person who struck that thing was not too strong, and he did not ride a white horned deer.

The badger saw that the guy who had easily killed his own people had just ridden the horned deer around the back of the group, and jumped down and was talking to the drum-beater, as if he was still pointing at himself.

Then the man who beat the drum spoke loudly to the men, who struck the wicker shield with their stone axes, or slammed their stone spears on the ground, making an earth-shattering whistling sound.

The horned deer under the badger's crotch was a little panicked and shook uneasily, especially when he saw the rows of sharp stone spears, and he no longer dared to move forward.

"He's not Jian, the one who makes the thunder is the one who makes the thunder!"

The badger suddenly understood, his body shook unnaturally, and he finally glanced at the crowd that was as neat as a mountain, and knew that these people were no opponents, so he turned the horned deer and left with his people.

Jian Chen didn't let people chase after him, and he couldn't catch up at all, but let everyone rest and continue to send scouts to the front, and everything would be said tomorrow morning.

There are too many contingencies in fighting at night, and what he has to do is to minimize the contingencies and press them flat.

In the village ten miles away, the people of the Red Fish and the Badger gathered together, and the atmosphere became panicked, especially the few people who had killed their own people, and their hearts were even more turbulent.

They didn't expect it to be so fast, and they didn't expect to make the badger, the best hunter, so panicked, Ken, how many people did they bring with them?

The badger told Redfish that there were not many people, and that they were about the same as the men of his own tribe. But his ears still seemed to echo with the sound of the feather arrow, echoing the words that the man shouted before leaving, full of disdain and provocation, and this person who made him panic was not Jian at all, it seemed to be just an ordinary clansman!

Redfish frowned, knowing that the people were waiting for her to give her a solution, to give divine guidance. She thought for a while, sighed and said slowly, "Let's leave, take the seeds, take those captives, and migrate somewhere else." ”

The tribesmen immediately became confused, and the badger glared and shouted, "Is this your idea?" Or is it God's guidance? ”

Hongyu looked at his people and said solemnly and firmly: "This is the guidance of God. ”

"We don't want to live on the move anymore!"

"Yes, the red fish that jumped in this river a long time ago is God's guide, this is our land, this is the river God gave us!"

"With so much food, how much can we take away? It's going to snow soon, what do our horned deer eat in winter? ”

The badger heard the dissatisfaction in the tone of the clansman, his eyes were suddenly full of fanaticism, and the sound of the feather arrows in his ears seemed to have dissipated, only the pleasure of the hot blood surging into his head, and he took a step forward to block the red fish and shouted: "Let's not go!" This is a land given to us by God, and I will take you all to stay here, and we will never move again! ”

"Yes!"

"She has no God's guidance! Just like the priests in the story of the years of the great drought! ”

"God is here for us to settle down, not for us to be driven away like roe deer."

Redfish looked at the badger's back, blocking all his vision, sighed, and silently left the tiger skin.

Since the last time the slaves were recaptured, the badger's status has grown higher and higher since the slaves repaired the fence and harvested the grain. And he didn't hide some unknown things like the priests of the past, but said them all at once for the sake of the tribe, such as cooking in a flue clay pot, such as how to deliver a horned deer...... And now she can't say anything useful, she really hasn't received a revelation from "God" for a long time.

The last revelation of the "gods" was to let the clansmen go along the riverbank to find the healthy tribe, but that time it was a fiasco, none of the five people returned, and the relatives and brothers of the five people were already a little dissatisfied.

Looking at the agitated clansmen, she looked into the distance and was stunned, what kind of person is that Jian? What will be the fate of your own people?

When the badger returned, she could clearly see the fear in the badger's eyes, but in the end, those fears were washed away by the frenzy, and only the excitement of standing on the tiger's skin remained.

"I'm really for the sake of my people......"

She muttered to herself, clenching her fists, but only she could hear. If they win, of course the clansmen can survive here, the entire grass river is the hunting ground of their own clansmen, even if they are no longer red fish, it is worth it.

Just, can you really win?

…………

The twenty-first day of the fruit month is a good day. Good for victory, but also good for death.

After the morning mist cleared, Jian Chen asked the people to leave the birch bark boat in place, leaving a few people to watch, and the rest ate breakfast and began to put on all kinds of strange things.

He was covered with a deerskin glued with fish bladder glue, and the deerskin was decorated with long strips of willow branches, which could block the stray arrows, but could not block the direct fire of thirty paces.

The clansmen also began to wear, the five-person team only had a layer of wicker armor on their bodies, and the bodies of those shock axemen were double-layered, which was not heavy for them after two months of hard training and running with weights.

In pairs, they helped each other tie ropes or belts, and the servants of the rest of the tribes were a little envious.

Tie the drum to the body of the horned deer, Chen Jian rode on the other end, felt the flute, and played a tune that the tribesmen had heard, and the tribesmen settled their minds, looking forward to going back to cultivate the cultivated land, even just to look at the strange and huge gourd......

The distance of ten miles is not long, and the battle will take a long time, so there is no need to be so neatly arranged. The tribesmen walked very steadily, as if they were walking in a ditch, and it was naturally straight.

Approaching a mile away from the village, the team stopped, and at the urging of Jian Chen, began to form a group, approaching the riverbank, and using the grass river to protect their left flank.

Ten squads of five men lined up, two men with wicker shields stood in the middle of the three stone spears, shielding the clansmen behind them, and in the actual battle they would stand behind the spearmen.

The archers stagger and stand in the gaps between the squads.

On the right flank of the team was the servant army, and Jian Chen was not worried about the fanaticism of these servant troops, but he knew that their fanaticism would not last, so he placed the stone axe shock soldiers at the junction of the two teams.

Once the opponent is a good fighter and chooses to break through from the right flank to form a semi-encirclement, these stone axe shock soldiers will directly attack the scorched battlefield, regardless of whether they are the enemy or the servant army, and buy time for the main spearmen to counter-encircle before the servant army collapses.

This is a precautionary response, whether the right wing collapses first or one's left flank goes behind the enemy first, determines the victory or defeat of this eventual situation.

The fence on the opposite side was also opened, and a crowd of people shouted and came out of the village, and the women shouted loudly behind them.

Chen Jian looked at the chaotic group of people, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, jumped off the horned deer, and struck the war drum with a drumstick, and the sound of dong dong began to sound.

Acorn, who was standing on the far left of the spearman, stepped the ground, because he felt too quiet, as if he could hear his own heartbeat, he didn't like to be so quiet, mixing footsteps with the sound of drums.

Boom...... Trample......

The procession moved straight like a mountain, and the servants were scattered and walked haphazardly.

Chen Jian counted the footsteps of the team, and by the thirteenth step, the team had already deviated unnaturally, and immediately beat the war drums quickly.

The acorn on the far left subconsciously stopped, and the whole team would look in his direction to regroup, and only after standing in line did it move forward to the beat of the drum again.

His palms were covered with sweat, his body was a little hot, his mouth was a little dry, and somehow he thought of the cold jar of honey water he had drunk the last time he was thirsty, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"If you win, you can drink it, I'm going to drink a whole can of ......"

He didn't think about the battle that was about to start, his body just moved forward mechanically with the sound of the drum, and even saw a big gadfly fall on the arm of the clansman next to him, thinking that if it wasn't for the battle, he would be killed by the ants.

Maybe it's because it's still too far away for the feather arrows to shoot; Maybe it's because there are relatives and friends next to it, and they are very close to each other, so they don't have to worry about their side; Maybe it's because training every evening has become a habit, after all, it's been more than three months. All in all, very calm.

The badgers in the distance looked at the group of mountains moving like a strange, and they had to stop every once in a while, but they moved so slowly.

He suddenly thought of the river turtle he had caught by the river, and it was the same, walking very slowly, and every few steps he would stop and shrink his head.

What kind of war do you think this is? Didn't he and his people shoot them to death with arrows? The reason why they are so neat is because they have not yet been hit by arrows.

This is fighting, not how to learn to walk evenly. So, he laughed too.