"Plop."

The old shaman's cane fell to the ground with a dull sound, but it seemed to strike on everyone's body.

This choice is not cowardice, not a show of weakness, nor is it a compromise.

The current situation is worse than Mo Duo said, the two tribes combined, there are not enough soldiers who can still stand, and besides, the arrows are almost running out, and Hedong Village really can't support the next wave of attacks.

In Han Jianfei's view, in the current situation, the old shaman must die, but he may not deserve to die.

But then again, no one is damned.

He suddenly remembered that Chen Mingyuan, who was perhaps three hundred light-years away, and like the old shaman, he also wanted to let himself die and use his death to save the entire alliance.

And Han Jianfei felt that he was also saving the alliance, and if Chen Mingyuan had to let him die, he would have to let the other party die.

In his words, this is a matter of route, whether to follow Chen Mingyuan's path or his path, the outcome and the effort may not be much different.

"The person is dead, so there is no need to desecrate her body." Yuan Chongling, who had been silent, finally spoke.

His voice seemed to have aged a lot, and his tone was weak and tired.

"Please ask the Patriarch to let me take her body," Modo sighed as well, "so that our two clans will have a lasting peace." ”

Without the corpse of the "culprit", he could not silence the voices of his opponents, and without authority in the clan, he could lose the position of chief at any time, and without the position of chief, the peace he promised could not be fulfilled for long.

Although there were many detours in the middle, the people present quickly clarified the logic in it.

Setbacks and failures always make people smarter faster.

The old patriarch waved his hand: "Go, if you can, please give her a decent funeral." ”

"I promise you." Modo bowed.

"Wait." Han Jianfei stopped the new chieftain who was about to move the body, "How can we believe that you will fulfill your promise?" What can we do if you return to camp and immediately go back on the attack? ”

"I cherish my glory." "The promises I made will be kept." ”

"It's not enough," Han Jianfei shook his head, "let your men send 100 slaves first, young and strong men and women—this is one of the peace conditions you promised, count it as an advance!" ”

Modo thought for a moment, nodded, and let his entourage pass on the message.

Two hours later, more than a hundred captives were escorted by several marauder knights to the wall.

Han Jianfei asked Gen Zhizi: "Let's see if there are any people you know inside." ”

Gen Zhizi carefully identified it, recognized a few people from nearby tribes, and asked a few people from Hedong and Ebony to take a look at each other, and each found someone he was familiar with.

Han Jianfei nodded and asked the hunters to let the captives into the village.

It wasn't until all the exchanged captives had been settled that Han Jianfei said to Gen Chiko, "You can let him go." ”

Mo Duo was not in a hurry, after learning Han Jianfei's identity, he had been asking some questions for the past few hours, which were details that he had seen in the ancient books left by his mother but did not understand very well.

Han Jianfei didn't know much about how to govern a tribe of thousands of people, and most of the people he led on such a large scale were soldiers.

But from Modo's question, he could see what kind of desire this man had for how to make more than a thousand people end their state of living by plunder.

He is well aware that interfering with the development process of civilization in the protected area for the independent development of civilization is a criminal act in the alliance, and it will also have an irreversible impact on the development of civilization.

But when he thought about what kind of enemies he would encounter in the near future, it was clear to him that he needed these seamounts, according to his established plan, to be the sharpest spears and the strongest shields on his chariot.

"Go and ambush your people first." "If you want more answers, I'll tell you what to do after that — think about how to survive the cold season!" ”

After receiving most of the answers, Modo reluctantly said goodbye and left, accompanied by a two-wheeled cart with the corpse of the old shaman on it.

Yuan Chongling and the hunters of the two clans watched the carriage leave step by step, carrying everyone's guilt and anxiety, and in the eyes of many people, it was because of the death of the old shaman that they survived.

It's just that no one thought that if it weren't for everything Han Jianfei and him did, even if a hundred more old shamans died, they wouldn't be able to change their fate.

"Are they really not going to attack again?" Seeing the cart disappear from view, Genchiko muttered.

"I'd never bet on anyone's so-called promises, let alone verbal promises," Han said, "Spread out those who have been exchanged for other tribes into three battle echelons, give them weapons, and let them help repair the wall." ”

When the long night finally passed, and another cycle of work and rest arrived, it was already dawn.

While the hunters of Hedong Village were repairing the wall, the marauders also sent flatbed carts pulled by war beasts to collect the bodies of the war dead, and the two sides staggered by, without conflict or words.

When the walls outside the village were repaired, the camps of the marauders were ablaze, and the wandering tribe, which had no homeland, believed that burning the corpses of the war dead would return their souls to the bosom of their ancestors.

When the fire burned out, the first snowflakes fell from the sky, and the long warm season finally ended, and the longer cold season arrived.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and soon a thick white blanket was covering the forest, and in the midst of the heavy snow, the hunters of the Hedong tribe, who were in charge of monitoring the enemy, found that the camp of the marauders began to retreat.

"Retreat, they retreat!" The hunter couldn't contain his joy and shouted at the village.

After a brief silence, the village erupted in cheers, and the hunters of the two clans shouted and hugged each other, celebrating with tears in their eyes that they and their tribes had survived the disaster.

Han Jianfei leaned against the edge of the wall with a smile, looking at the carnival crowd in front of him, his first battle, when he heard the news of victory, was also like this.

This desire for victory, or peace, is undisguised regardless of civilization or race, as long as it is a normal human being.

"A new shaman is to be chosen in the clan." Genchiko's voice rang in his ears, "Do you want to go and see?" ”

In these days of the Hedong tribe, Han Jianfei knew that the entire tribe must have a shaman, a position that shouldered the important responsibility of disseminating knowledge, predicting fate, treating injuries and diseases, and guiding the people.

"Check it out." Han Jianfei said.

When the two arrived at the old shaman's courtyard, the shaman's chosen ritual had just been completed, and a fourteen-year-old girl was about to become the new shaman of the tribe.

Seeing Genjiko and Han Jianfei, the women and girls present knelt on the ground in awe and saluted.

Most of the people in the clan did not know the true cause of the old shaman's death, they only knew that with the help of Han Jianfei, the little patriarch led the hunters of the two clans to repel enemies five times their size.

Surrounded by women, the newly elected shaman was brought to the two of them.

"What's your name?" Han Jianfei asked.

"Angelica dahurica." The little girl who was smeared with oil paint on her face was a little nervous.

"Bai Zhi, very good, congratulations on becoming a shaman, don't worry, you will do better than the old mama."

The little girl named Angelica nodded.

"Except for the way of shamans," Han Jianfei thought for a moment, "I will teach you something else, remember to keep doing it, and you will become the greatest shaman in the history of the clan." ”

"May I?" The girl asked, looking up.

"You can, kid." Han Jianfei touched her head.

From the moment he was sure that the Haishan people in his heart had become the strongest warriors, Han Jianfei decided to intervene in the development process of this lost civilization, and the first thing to do was to increase their population.

This is a complex sociological problem, and Han Jianfei is not good at it, but he knows that in order to increase the population size, in addition to enough food, it is also necessary to reduce the risk of casualties caused by diseases and injuries, especially since population growth is not an overnight thing, so it is important to avoid the decline of the school-age population as much as possible.

Under the limited conditions, all Han Jianfei could think of was to teach the new shaman how to obtain clean water through filtration, how to cook all the water before drinking, and to use fire and wine to disinfect when delivering babies and treating traumatic injuries, as well as some simple planting common sense.

He can't do everything when he comes here alone, and the only thing he can do is to bring some real domain experts with him the next time he comes back.

After two cycles of work and rest, Genchiko found Han Jianfei and told him that the old patriarch's injuries had worsened and he had begun to fall into a coma.

Since the armistice, Yuan Chongling has been recuperating at home, and he was fine before, and his injuries are showing signs of recovery, but I don't know why, in this cycle of work and rest, his condition suddenly began to worsen.

Han Jianfei followed Zhizi to the patriarch's house, just in time for his symptoms to attack, the old patriarch clenched his teeth, his whole body convulsed, unconscious, and full of nonsense, which was a typical tetanus symptom.

Without metronidazole, without penicillin, and even less with immune preparations, he knew that the old patriarch might have been hopeless.

"I can't help it." He shook his head.

"Where's the mine?" Genchiko begged, "Can you find a way to save him?" ”

Due to the minimal manual work, there is no food stockpile, let alone first-aid medicine, on the side of the mine.

"I won't lie to you," Han Jianfei shook his head, "If the wound had been treated in time at that time, it might not have been so serious, but now, there are no antibiotics, no treatment conditions, and I can't do anything, if you have herbs for typhoid fever, you can give him some to drink, but there is no guarantee of the effect." ”

Genchiko nodded with tears in her eyes: "Got it." ”

The old patriarch had already passed the onset of symptoms, and he fell asleep quietly, and Genchiko sat down gently on the edge of the bed, grabbing his hand that was still twitching gently.