The leader of the enemy roared, wanting to scare Long Qiupeng, who made a warning sound when fighting with animals. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This habit has continued until the end of the entire era of cold weapons, no matter when, the two armies face each other, and the generals standing in front of the battle will shout before the war begins: "Stay, a certain grandson, I am your grandfather, and I will not come to die." ”

For this kind of trick, Long Qiupeng is not strange in various TV works and novels, so it is useless, but it makes him realize his superiority in IQ. Of course, compared to these behavioral intimidations, the bloody stone axe still made him feel a trace of oppression.

Enemies who know how to sharpen their tools have sharper axes, so they can just cut through the rattan of the improvised shield to disarm their defenses. Because of the experience just now, the enemy did not use the shield as a threat, even if Long Qiupeng had already made a defensive move, he still waved the stone axe at him unscrupulously.

With a pop, the stone axe made a muffled sound on Teng Dun, and Long Qiupeng felt a huge impact, which shook the palm holding the shield painfully, and he originally planned to push away the opponent's hand with the weapon, and then attack. But the opponent's strength was really great, Long Qiupeng not only did not push the other party away, but took a few steps backwards with himself.

He looked down at the shield, where the stone axe had slashed into the earth, the earth had fallen off, and the outer skin of the vine had been cut, revealing the wooden inner core inside.

Long Qiupeng suffered a loss, but the enemy did not stain it, and he was obviously full of confidence to win with an axe, but he was attacked by the other party. In Long Qiupeng's hand is the compilation of the tribe's limited edition Teng Dun, and the physical defense attribute is originally much higher. In order to be stronger, he applied a layer of mud of living grass fibers on the outside of the shield last night to increase resistance, which naturally cannot be said in the same day.

Annoyed, he raised his head to the sky and roared, hammering his chest like an orangutan.

It is true that like an orangutan, he is tall, strong, and full of male bravery and aggression, but in Long Qiupeng's eyes, the core of war is only two parts - weapons and techniques and tactics, so even if those people behind Xi are frightened and curled up, trembling, crying and grabbing the ground, in Long Qiupeng's eyes, the other party is just a simple-minded beast with developed limbs.

Long Qiupeng took advantage of the fact that the other party was still immersed in his own bravery, holding a shield on his head with his left hand, and crossing his right arm with his left arm to stabilize his movements. In an instant, Long Qiupeng turned himself into a cannonball, and the whole person accelerated and rushed towards the enemy leader.

His abnormal behavior overwhelmed the enemy leader, and before he could react, the shield hit his chest with Long Qiupeng's weight and acceleration, even if he was stronger than Long Qiupeng, he couldn't withstand the impact of an adult male, and at this moment, he was pressed to the ground by Long Qiupeng with his shield.

The other party refused to give up, and he lay on the ground and kept twisting his body. He was extremely powerful and very arrogant, and he almost threw Long Qiupeng out of his body several times, if he continued to consume like this, Long Qiupeng would definitely lose.

However, Long Qiupeng didn't give him a chance to turn over, the moment he looked at the other party's head, with a wave of the short knife, a stream of hot blood gushed out from the enemy's neck, staining Long Qiupeng's face. One move kills, and the other party softened without even struggling too much.

"Ah......h Symbolizing the birth of a newborn baby at the moment of the enemy's death, Long Qiupeng, who was walking on the edge of life and death, felt the hope of life. He looked out of the cave, where the warriors of the tribe were slowly losing as he fought with the leader of the enemy, and some fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and the deer's arm was bleeding from the wounds of sharp weapons.

The baby's cries seemed to keep urging him to save the dying tribe. Yes, this is the more direct predation of the jungle in primitive society, and the slightest weakness will completely deprive people of the right to live.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and cut off the head of the enemy leader and return to the main battlefield.

"Stop!" He chose a high stone platform, stood on it, and shouted at everyone. Although the primitive man did not know what he said, he was shocked by his neutrality. Most of them stopped and looked at the blood-red man.

"Chief! Your! He clutched his hair and picked up the bloody head of the enemy leader, he was arrogant and cruel in his life, but in the end, the fear of death could not be concealed on his face.

Long Qiupeng believed that just this expression was enough to hurt the hearts of all the people present by 10,000 points, which was his ultimate magic weapon to win with less.

Most of the enemies were already filled with fear and despair when they saw this, but there were still "brave men" willing to avenge their dead leader. "Ah!!!!h With a loud shout, a primitive person of the enemy army suddenly rushed out of the crowd and killed Long Qiupeng.

Long Qiupeng, who was gradually familiar with actual combat, stood on a high place, facing this assassin whose size, speed, and attack skills were obviously weaker than his own, he just raised his foot, and kicked the enemy who was not yet close to the ground. Before he could stand up, he jumped down from a great height, the sharp tip of his short knife stopping at the wing of his nose.

The assassin looked at the flames burning in Long Qiupeng's eyes, and felt that his soul had been taken away, and he stood with his neck straight for a while, lying on the ground softly.

Long Qiupeng knew that the other party had lost the fighting spirit to resist, so he didn't plan to take his life, firstly, as a modern person, he did not have the habit of bloodthirsty killing, and secondly, he also told those primitive people that as long as they were willing to bow their heads, they could have a way to live.

He stood up from the man, carrying his head in one hand and a short knife in the other, glaring angrily and full of anger, and shouted: "Yet! Yes! Why! His people were also encouraged, and they raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

Two leaders were lost in succession, and some of the enemies threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground in a crushing momentum. Then the enemy surrendered to Long Qiupeng's momentum one after another and fell to the ground. He left the head of the enemy leader on the ground and said, "Tie it up!" A big battle turned the tide of the war in an instant.

In an instant, the clansmen waved their arms and shouted, "Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! At this time, look at the group of savage enemies, all of them with their heads bowed, and their eyes are full of despair.

The deer obeyed Long Qiupeng's arrangement and led his people to clean up the battlefield mess, while the women came out of the depths of the cave, and they brought the baby that had just been born in the battle to Long Qiupeng, a boy.

The birth conditions were already harsh under primitive conditions, and the mother of the baby boy was frightened again, and the baby boy seemed to have experienced a battle with blood as if he had been in the tribe. But fortunately, because of the arrival of Long Qiupeng, the living conditions of the tribe have been improved, and the babies born by pregnant women who are no longer hungry are much stronger than those before.

The women thought that all this was due to Long Qiupeng's arrival, so they knelt in front of Long Qiupeng and bowed sincerely, but they held the child high and prayed for Long Qiupeng to give the child blessings.

This was originally something that should have been done by the tribal leader, Long Qiupeng hesitated, but when he saw the pleading eyes of the women, he still reached out and nodded on the child's forehead. Suddenly, he had the urge to name his child. He didn't know what kind of rules or rituals the primitive tribe had for naming names, but this child was born in war and danger, which made Long Qiupeng truly feel that peace is a blessing for the first time in his life. So he pointed to the child and said, "Ping...... Ann ......"

The primitive man tried to imitate Long Qiupeng's pronunciation, but for this kind of word that could not understand the meaning, he could only say the same thing: "Ping...... Disorderly......? He corrected it a few times, and finally decided to give up, calling it a rebellion, which was very appropriate.

He waved his hand and told them to go down with the children. When he saw the child return to the cave, he was facing the stream at the mouth of the cave. Brook's face was a little pale, and her eyes were full of sluggishness and tiredness, and the people still saluted her respectfully when they passed her, but she looked completely absent-minded.

What's more, seeing Long Qiupeng at this time, Xi no longer has the strength and capital to be hostile to him.

The heavy rain that had been uninterrupted since the early morning had finally stopped, and the sun shone through behind the dark clouds and sprinkled on the excited and peaceful faces of the people. Long Qiupeng breathed a long sigh of relief, tiredness hit him, he took off his damp clothes, found a clean stone platform to lie down, enjoying the peace after the battle, and soon in the warm sunlight, he was confused and fell asleep.

Long Qiupeng was confronting the enemy in his dream when he was suddenly woken up by a commotion. He got up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw that the "prisoners of war" were surrounded by their people at some point, crying and begging for mercy or roaring in anger. His own people pointed their weapons at them, and shouted at the "captives", and the stream raised his scepter high, ready to give the order to kill.

Long Qiupeng hurriedly jumped up and shouted, "Stop!" In his fatigue, he ignored the myth that there were no slaves in primitive societies, and that many tribes could not support the surging population, and that the powerless victors would kill all the captives.

However, in Long Qiupeng's eyes, although the tribe is poor and weak, and it is necessary to face some temporary difficulties in supporting so many people, these captives are all strong and strong, and they are high-quality laborers, and if they are absorbed, they can quickly increase the number of tribes, improve the strength of the tribe, and greatly increase the output, and at the same time can improve the ratio of men and women in the tribe and quickly improve genes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is also an opportunity to exchange blood and sweat, and it cannot be buried under these stone knives and wooden spears in a word.