However, that night, a boxy, three-meter-long, one-meter-wide white linen cloth was taken out by Wang Hao. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the bleached linen cloth, a huge red word 'Wang' is written on the front. Everyone in Wangcun knows each other, and this is their surname. Under Wang Hao's mandatory requirements, even a little doll can write its own name, and of course they will not forget this simple Wang character.

And on the back of the linen, a five-clawed golden dragon is painted with gold dye.

Beside the bonfire, Wang Hu helped Wang Hao with his teeth and showed the pattern of the golden dragon to all the clansmen. Because of his nonsense, he was beaten up by his father. When the whip that whipped the slave fell on his buttocks, he hated the king to death, and not only gloated at his jokes, but also took the initiative to help his father find tools.

When he was in school, Wang Hao loved patriotic painting, especially dragon painting, and was even nicknamed the first talent of Hangzhou Electric by his classmates. Looking at his own hard work, Wang Hao felt that the original skills had not been put aside.

The golden dragon on the banner stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds under his feet, and his body exuded a golden divine light, his expression was hideous and majestic, sacred and kind.

Just a picture makes the clansmen have a sense of awe that can be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

Under the bonfire, the golden dragon swayed its body to the flag, as if it were alive. No matter what angle everyone looked at the golden dragon, they would find that the golden dragon's eyes were staring at him.

This feeling is like being looked down upon by the gods, no matter where you hide, the eyes of the gods are fixed on you.

Today's hairball was particularly quiet, and the person stood up and stood motionless on Wang Hao's shoulder. The two claws were held in their mouths together, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the dragon flag, revealing a confused look.

"Who says we don't have a legacy? We are all descendants of the dragon! The inheritance of the ancestral gods is engraved in our bones and remembered in our hearts. If you think about it carefully, what kind of food we eat now has no traces of the guidance of the ancestral gods? Wang Hao was roaring. If the morale of the clansmen suddenly dropped before the battle, it would be a serious blow more than anything else, so he had to raise the morale.

"Remember, it's called the Dragon God, and it's also the Ancestral God!"

"The Xuanyuan Sword guides us in the direction of progress, and the Dragon Banner is the sustenance of our spirit!"

"Think about it, the ancestral gods taught us to hunt and gave us tools, but what did their totems bring them? So, their totems are all fake! It's fiction! Only ours is real! ”

Paragraph after paragraph of impassioned words came out of Wang Hao's mouth.

The eyes of the clansmen, with Wang Hao's words, gradually became brighter and brighter. Their emotions were driven by Wang Hao, and they didn't know who was the first to speak, shouting 'Ancestral God bless', and then, like a flood that opened the valve.

First, the voice of the shouting 'Ancestral God blessed' sounded around the campfire.

Then, it spread to the crowd a little farther away.

Whether it was the original clansmen of Wang Village, or the Shi and Gu surnames who joined later, they all shouted.

The women from Liu Village shouted, in Wang Village, they no longer have to worry about starvation, let alone death at any time, in their opinion, this is the blessing from the ancestral god.

The people of Zhao Village also shouted, in Wang Hao's words, they also had black hair and spoke the same words, all from the same ancestor.

Looking at Wang Village, who has become able to wrestle with the two super tribes because of the protection of the ancestral gods, they sincerely hope that the blessing of the ancestral gods can also come to them, so that their tribes can also rise so strongly.

In the shouts of everyone, Wang Hao personally tied the dragon flag to a narrow wooden pole, and then waved the dragon flag. Under Wang Hao's wielding, the five-clawed golden dragon was as if it had come to life, flickering in light and darkness, as if it was traveling through time and space, celebrating with everyone.

The bonfire party lasted a long time before it ended, during which Wang Hao took out twenty jars of fruit wine.

More than ten days is enough for the fruit wine to ferment and mature, and it is just right to take it out now.

The hairball, who was still in deep thought because of the dragon flag just now, smelled the fragrance of fruit wine, and immediately stopped thinking about those strange questions.

After a glass of wine, the two big eyes immediately lit up, and from between its eyebrows, there was a look full of surprise. Then, one by one, it held a jar of fruit wine, unwilling to let go.

When Wang Hao was afraid that it would not be good to drink too much, and came to get the wine jar, the hairball anxiously spit more than ten mouthfuls of saliva into the jar, which made Wang Hao speechless for a while.

A slightly sweet fruit wine, the degree is not high. In Wang Hao's view, if it is placed on the earth, it can even be described as a drink. Despite this, Wang Hao still overestimated the amount of alcohol consumed by the Great Wilderness people.

Many people, before they had a few sips, fell to the ground drunk. At the beginning, Wang Lung and the others even thought that everyone was poisoned, but after Wang Hao's explanation, they realized that this was a normal reaction to drinking.

Shi Li, who drank too much, ran to find Wang Erniu, no one knew what was going on, and he ran back embarrassedly with a red slap print on his face. Then he pulled Gu Mu and told him about his suffering all night.

Gu Mu, on the other hand, sat there with a cold face and did not speak. When he learned from Wang Hao that this kind of thing called wine may damage people's ability to think, he made up his mind that even if the wine tasted good, he would never taste it.

In the early morning of the next day, the hangover problem that Wang Hao was worried about did not happen, and everyone worked and trained energetically. After drinking a little wine, they slept more soundly than usual, and in the morning they were full of strength. Except, of course, for hairballs.

The half-human high wine jar, when Wang Hao found the hairball, he found that there was only half a jar of wine left in it, and it was lying on Wang Hu's body and sleeping soundly, it seemed that this half-jar of wine was drunk by the two of them, but I didn't know what kind of expression he would have after telling Wang Hu that the hairball spit in the wine.

In the morning, Wang Hu was able to get up and go to the back village to replace Gu Mu, teaching everyone archery and battle formations, but the hairball could not get up.

Its whole body was like a soft one, and it had no strength at all. Wang Hao thought it was funny, and fiddled with it a few times, but as a result, the hairball, who usually bullied and would not get angry, actually started a fire for the first time, and he was about to hit Wang Hao with his teeth and claws.

However, the result was that Wang Hao pressed a finger against its soft belly, and it ended no matter how hard it tried.

The long knives polished from the bones of the fish were also sent to the hands of the people, and the one hundred and sixty long knives were issued not according to the strength of the strength, but according to the thorough understanding of the bells and the obedience of the orders of the military formation.

In other words, the more people who understand the meaning of the bell and the more they obey the command, the greater the chance of getting a fishbone knife.

When one hundred and eighty Zhao Village warriors stood in a phalanx, brandishing fishbone long knives together and slashing forward in unison, that spectacular scene caused everyone's blood to boil.

A thigh-thick tree turns into two sections with a single knife.

The bluestone the size of a basketball was completely scattered with a knife.

With a thick arm, the strongest man in Zhao Village also needed to cut it off with more than ten knives.

The fishbone long knife was cut off, and only people like Wang Hao and them who were on the verge of evolution could do it, this big knife, for ordinary people in the Great Wilderness, was no different from a divine weapon at all.

Two days went by in a flash. For the training of the warriors of Zhao Village, it was mainly focused on obeying orders. With the new weapons, their combat power has long surpassed that of ordinary Great Wilderness people. What Wang Hao is worried about is that in the battle, they will go up and disobey orders will lead to problems in the overall situation.

The shadow of war was getting closer, and it was impossible for everyone not to be nervous, but when they were confused, they could see the dragon flag erected in the middle of the village.

With the blessing of the ancestral gods, what can there be to be afraid of?

Whenever I think of this, everyone's hearts will be quiet.

When Wang Zhu reported that the army of Jiulong Mountain King Village would arrive at the village tomorrow morning, the clansmen who had been prepared for a long time came to their respective posts in no hurry. Everything Wang Hao has already arranged, they don't need to worry about it, as long as they start fighting tomorrow according to the instructions of the bell.

The captives in Jiulong Mountain were all gathered and tied to several clansmen.

The savages, on the other hand, were also confined to a corner of the village, and their hands and feet were also tied with ropes.

The woman and the child, who had no combat power, took a bamboo raft to the other side of the river, and over there, there was a cave that Wang Hao and they had recently opened up.

There is plenty of food inside, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and only a dozen people are needed to block the attack of hundreds of people.

After making sure that there were no mistakes in the arrangements in the village, and after carefully scrutinizing all possible things, Wang Hao asked people to call a group of people from Yan Village, Jiulong Mountain.

As for what exactly they talked about in the chamber, no one knows. It's just that when Wang Hao and the others came out of it, the water was strict and they were loosened, and they were sweating profusely as if they had been fished out of the water.

Wang Hao, on the other hand, announced to the clansmen that he had formed an alliance with Yan Village in Jiulong Mountain, and the two sides were willing to advance and retreat together. (To be continued.) )