So the primitive people who had just messily "condemned" He Chen began to sing one sentence at a time.

"The Great Wilderness! Fight! ”

"We hunt, we fight!"

"Kill the Monster, kill the Great Flower Eater!"

"Food! Food! ”

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

……

It's uneven, it's like a meaningless roar.

But at the same time, there is a kind of reckless, strong, and rich taste.

The sound resounded through the sky, and even the dark clouds could be felt to disperse a little.

"This ......"

He Chen felt that he was burning, and his blood was boiling.

Right! This is a prehistoric song! This is the song of the Great Wilderness!

It's not a soft homesick song, and it's not a lingering and melancholy sound.

The song of the Great Wilderness is the song of hunting, the song of battle, and the song of killing!

"Uhhh

Not only are the tribesmen yelling at you and me, but even Xiaobai can't help but let out a long roar.

He Chen wanted to hit someone when he sang just now, and now, it had a feeling that it had to call a sentence or two, otherwise the blood in its body would be too boiling.

"Quack!"

"Daga~"

……

Not only Xiaobai, but many elf companions in the tribe were affected by their singing voices and began to chirp.

The scene was messy, even more chaotic than just now.

"Uh, no, no, no."

The scene is out of control, and the entire fence wall is now simply a group of demons dancing and listening to the ears.

"Mother." He Chen smiled bitterly.

But at this moment, a melodious and majestic long chant came from Fengbei Mountain:

"Uhhh

At the same time, Grandpa Bai Die's old and murderous telepathic voice suddenly echoed in everyone's hearts:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Boom"

Just four words, everyone's voices were immediately suppressed.

The tribe was quiet.

He Chen felt a red in front of him.

Fighting, blood, hunting, fleeing.

He seemed to see the grandfather of the white butterfly following the spirit witch.

From the far north, starting from the destruction of the insect tribe, overcoming thorns and thorns, riding the wind and waves, and finally came here.

Along the way, hunting, being hunted, attacking, being attacked.

Blood and sweat fly together, death and survival go hand in hand.

It's prehistoric!

Great prehistory!

Pokemon are not Pokémon and are not Pokémon.

It's Warcraft.

A monster that eats people and is also eaten by people!

"Whew-"

After a long time, He Chen exhaled, opened his eyes, and sweated profusely.

In the sky, the rain seems to be a little lighter.

And Grandpa White Butterfly seemed to be just woken up by them, and howled excitedly for a while, and then there was no sound.

"Cub, is this what you think? Oh yes, the song. ”

The rain was dripping, and the wings seemed to have just recovered from the four "kill" words of Grandpa White Butterfly.

The hunters now seemed to be in good spirits, very different from when they were idle.

The power of song.

"Yes, that's the song! Song of the Great Wilderness! ”

He Chen wiped a handful of rain and sweat from his forehead, and his eyes lit up: "Uncle, you go back first, I will also go back and think about it, and everyone will sing together at night!" ”

That kind of chorus just now gave He Chen some new ideas again!

Civilization! Culture!

It's a way to deepen cohesion!

Flags, tombstones, discipline, and tribal songs can all enhance the centripetal force of culture, and virtually enhance the combat effectiveness of the tribesmen.

The previous tribesmen became people from other tribes when they were robbed, and with these "virtual" things, even if they were taken away, they would think about running back again!

Moreover, in order to protect the tribe and protect the clansmen, everyone will not be afraid of death.

Even if the tribe is destroyed, as long as the flags and songs still exist, someone will rebuild the tribe!

"Perhaps, I will make up some stories for everyone to hear." He Chen pondered.

It can't be said to be a story, but what happened between the Worm Tribe and the Green Worm Tribe and then the Yellow Worm Tribe is told after some language modifications.

These stories teach the cubs of the tribe from an early age, and when they grow up, the culture of the tribe is mostly formed.

Even adult tribesmen today can be infected.

Tell a story.

He Chen wants to tell some good stories, good stories about struggle, fighting, and hunting, not beautiful fairy tales like Snow White.

About the heroes, about the ancestors.

Just like in his past life.

If you think about China for thousands of years, when was it not at a critical juncture and when the nation was destroyed, heroes and great men were born.

They stood up to turn the tide and be generous, and finally shaped He Chen's most resilient nation in his previous life.

He Chen didn't expect the Great Wilderness Tribe to eventually become a tribe that created a great nation like the Yan and Huang tribes, but he hoped that the Great Wilderness Tribe would last longer.

He knew it was difficult.

But there is nothing easy in the world.

Since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty swore to break the Xiongnu, Ran Min killed Hu Lingjingshi, and the Sui and Tang dynasties suppressed the world for hundreds of years......

Song Dynasty, late Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty ......

Who has not died in life since ancient times, and left Dan to take care of his sweat!

Those who offend me in China will be punished even if they are far away.

……

These are the spirit of China, proud and proud.

Talents come out in large numbers, and the endless will has been inherited for thousands of years and has endured forever.

Even in modern times.

Is it easy for the great powers to cleanse China under the eyes of the great powers? Is it easy to turn the tide when the country is destroyed? Is it easy to pass on the legacy for thousands of years?

The boundless meadows, the endless enemies, the poor and weak tens of thousands of compatriots.

Haven't you come here yet? Not a victory yet?

And now, for the Great Wilderness tribe, the problems they face must be more difficult than He Chen's previous life?

It's all difficult.

There are only two kinds of difficulties, one is to cross the past, and the other is not to be crossed.

There is no easy thing in the world, in the end, it is just unity, will and wisdom.

Look at the great powers, who still remembers themselves as descendants of the Roman Empire? Who dares to say that they have inherited it for thousands of years?

Life is endless, only Huaxiaer.

……

Perhaps because of the touch of today's Great Wilderness Song, He Chen felt that his brain was unprecedentedly clear.

All kinds of past lives, one by one, are extremely clear.

Supporting millennia of civilization and culture, advanced and powerful science and technology.

Confucian Culture, Lao Zhuang Theory, Free Thought, Socialist ......

Curved ploughs, waterwheels, wrought iron and steel, saddle reins, hybrid rice, genetic sequences......

Even the "bright moonlight in front of the bed" that he memorized in elementary school is vivid.

It's like a marquee in life, flashing one picture after another.

His body unconsciously walked towards the room, muddy and stiff.

Came to the house and sat down, and the elves behind him, including Purple and Di, stood quietly in the doorway.

They sensed that this morning, no, there was something different about this morning.

Yes, today's morning is more like the morning witch.

Not to him singing in the air, but to the moment when he is now returning to the house as if the walking dead.

There is an inexplicable, mysterious, solemn atmosphere spreading.

Suddenly, He Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, spoke:

"I'm Chen, the Great Wilderness Morning Witch."

Di, Zi, and Xiaobai's attention was immediately attracted.

At this time, He Chen's eyes were as bright as the stars shining in the night sky at night.

"I want to create a nation full of heroes!"