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"This time the prisoners of war, if they want to leave, they won't stop. Whoever is left behind will be treated as slaves! He announced this final disposition in the light of the blazing fire, and after much deliberation, he still gave the people of the affiliated tribes a chance to choose.

The people of the Furnace Clan all pressed their heads to the ground, not daring to complain at all, while the people of the Long Clan raised their arms and shouted and began a celebratory carnival.

Only Dahu was on the side, and it seemed that he wanted to stop talking, but Long Qiupeng gave him a look and told him not to worry. Long Qiupeng knew that he was just worried about the old clansmen in the Tao Department and their old acquaintances.

Pardoning a slave is just a piece of cake for Long Qiupeng. But he doesn't intend to pardon all the old Tao clans, you must know that the Tao tribe has come to this point, and the pro-furnace faction within them will have to pay absolute responsibility, and Long Qiupeng wants to let this part of the people remember what will happen if they betray their relatives.

The primitive people were humming the ancient tones and stepping on the chaotic dance steps, but Long Qiupeng just sat where Yan Yan sat before, quietly watching everyone carnival, he seemed to have a feeling of being in a different world. Back in the primitive society, he was so flustered every day that he didn't even have time to keep track of it, and he still didn't know how long he had been here. It's just that the scene in front of him at this moment is just like when he brought back a small wild boar for a hungry clan.

In retrospect, it was a bit reckless to judge that the era I traveled through belonged to the late Paleolithic period based on the development of labor tools and small clans alone. Even in the modern society with highly developed information technology, there are still a large number of indigenous people living in the forests of Africa and the Americas who maintain primitive living habits, not to mention the prehistoric civilizations that are relatively conservative in technology and relatively luxurious.

Although it is somewhat early to conclude that the society was at the end of the Paleolithic period, it seems that bronze smelting is already the most advanced technological development in the world, at least in the vicinity. Coupled with the evidence of social form and the degree of human evolution, it is basically reliable to date this period as the beginning of the Bronze Age.

In other words, with Long Qiupeng's repeated efforts, Long Qiupeng finally led his people to run to catch up with the pace of the times. Thinking of this, he felt that he had lived up to the words he had said on the day he became the leader.

But he wasn't happy. From one person, to one clan, to one tribe. Long Qiupeng was pushed, coerced, and always hovered on the verge of life and death along the way, which made him very unhappy.

In modern society, although Long Qiupeng is not a "rich and handsome", and he is not a winner in life at all, at least he has always maintained a state of not offending me and not offending others. After a long time, I have learned to restrain my impulses and hide my edge.

Therefore, when he first came to the primitive society, he still had a kind of inertia of restraint, and he never thought about being a hegemon, but only wanted to try to be self-reliant and self-reliant through his own skills, and maintain a balance with the world around him.

But as time went on, he found that things were not as easy and simple as he thought. Completely different from Robinson's situation, he stood in the era of material development from common to private, and many tribes were trying to expand themselves to satisfy the expanding selfish desires of their tribesmen.

Although Long Qiupeng knew that it would be futile, and that the faster the production capacity developed, the faster the privatization process would be, he could not convince those people to stop the expansion.

The consequence of being alone is to be coerced, conquered, and annexed by others. Become the next Taobu, Hai tribe, or whatever. So in every counterattack, he has won, but it doesn't seem to be anything to be happy about, or proud of.

In front of his eyes, Yan Yan's appearance appeared again, and he held his head proudly until he died.

Yes, that's what it feels like! He had gone on trekking in the wilderness and climbing cliffs with his enthusiasts countless times in search of that feeling of conquest, and now, God had given him the opportunity.

Don't sit back and wait again! Don't be beaten again! From now on, the Dragon tribe will insert its totems all over the continent and make the Quartet submit to their feet.

Long Qiupeng, who had been watching everyone dance, suddenly stood up in his seat. When the revelry people saw it, they would consciously quiet down. In the tribe, more and more people began to observe Long Qiupeng, trying to find out his thinking, habits, and act according to his will.

Long Qiupeng looked at them and said, "The dragon god is the head of the gods, and you are the clansmen chosen by the dragon god, so the dragon tribe will no longer endure any coercion and contempt, and the dragon god will bless you to dominate the Quartet!" ”

The dragon led by Xi has been under the leadership of women for a long time, and naturally it also carries a lot of women's natural weakness and compromise; The martyrs wandered around, looking for life in the cracks of nature, although they were brave and good at fighting, but they did not even have a solid economic foundation, let alone a superstructure; And the Tao Department is a "real" team composed of technical houses and croppers, not to mention fighting others, thank God for not being ravaged by others, Amitabha.

Dominating the Quartet, many people can't even accurately comprehend the connotation. But they were still agitated with Long Qiupeng's powerful aura, and from the tone alone, they seemed to see a beautiful vision of the future, and the entire Long tribe entered a state of intoxication, and this intoxication did not come from wine, but from the power of desire.

As before, the clansmen shouted "Dragon!" Dragon! Dragon! But this time, Long Qiupeng did not escape the praise of these primitive people, nor did he feel that this kind of trust and gratitude was a burden, he raised his head and opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the huge moon in the sky.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he silently said in his heart: "World!" I'm coming! ”

The atmosphere was very lively, and Long Qiupeng sometimes participated in it, trying to learn their singing and dancing steps, and just when he felt that he was high, Dahu came over and pulled it, signaling that he had something to say.

Long Qiupeng didn't think much about it, and followed him out of the crowd. Originally, he thought that Dahu was going to mention the matter of their clan again, so he said straight to the point: "Don't worry, you make a list when you go back, and all the people you approve can join the Tao Department and become the clansmen of the Long tribe." ”

Unexpectedly, Dahu shook his head and said, "Chief, our food is almost made......

The word was translated by Long Qiupeng himself, because in his opinion, there was nothing more in line with the situation described by Dahu than this word.

Perhaps under the influence of Long Qiupeng, the clansmen of the Long tribe today seem to be extremely relaxed and casual, and they really enjoy the carnival brought to them by Long Qiupeng wholeheartedly, so the consumption of food is obviously much larger than usual.

Just in case, Long Qiupeng was mentally prepared for a protracted war when he set out, so he brought out more military rations than expected, and at noon on the day of the attack on Lushi, the reserves were still very sufficient, and as a result, a dinner, even with the distribution of food to the prisoners of war, the food brought was almost consumed. At this time, Dahu, who replaced Creek as the administrator of the army's reserves, felt a little anxious.

Although Long Qiupeng knew that it didn't matter, but at least the rations for tomorrow during the day should be flowed out, so he told Lu to tell everyone to go to rest and not to repeat the mistakes of the Lu tribe.

The deer came to the crowd with Long Qiupeng's order, who dared not listen. Although it was only in a suggestive tone, the people in the square still looked for a place to rest. After a while, all that was left was the empty square, and the campfire dancing in the middle of the square. This situation is very similar to the "flash mob" that is very popular in modern society.

"Dragon, when are we going to go back to the tribe?" Although Long Qiupeng listened to his suggestion and disbanded the reveling clansmen, the remaining food could last for a few days, and Dahu was still at a loss.

Long Qiupeng wasn't very worried about the problem of food, the people from the hill tribe didn't deliver the food tonight, so tomorrow will be about the same. Even if the other party found out what was going on and decided to temporarily cancel the transaction, and wanted to transfer grain from the current place of the Long tribe and go down the river, it would only be half a day.

But when he looked around the Furnace tribe, he saw that in addition to the vicinity of the granary, many buildings and houses were still in good condition.

What's more, there are many ways to obtain food, but ready-made bronze mines are difficult to find, and returning to the original tribe is tantamount to sacrificing the basics for the development of science and technology and bronze smelting.

In fact, as early as the merger of the Tao Department and the Lie Department, Long Qiupeng made up his mind to leave the cave after the beginning of spring and find a new place to live.

It just so happened that at this time, the well-arranged Xiong also came over, so Long Qiupeng said to the three people: "Don't move!" Shoot some people home tomorrow to pick them up! ”

Hearing this, the three of them were stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood the leader's intentions. Until leaving, the pottery workers of Dahu were still building new houses, but they still could not fully meet the needs of the tribesmen, and now that they had captured so many slaves and captives, there were not enough houses at all.

Seeing that winter is approaching day by day, Long Qiupeng, who has been wearing modern clothes, was forced to start putting on animal skins, not to mention the Long clan, if there is no place to hide from the wind and snow, if it is not spring, all the fruits will have to return to the pre-liberation period overnight.

However, there is no grain harvest this year, it is not possible to rely on the fishery at all, and the winter clothing has not been completely solved, although the furnace still has some reserves, but it is not enough to meet all the needs. So you still can't give up hunting completely.

When Long Qiupeng saw the expressions of the three people, he also guessed that eight or nine would not be far from ten, so he said to them: "I have my own plan in my heart, bring the woman and food first." Leave one team there to look at the turf, and the rest will join us before we talk. ”