"Why don't you just tell the white-robed slaves that if they join the militia, they won't have to pay the grain? , so that the bunch will run into your team at once";

The bald man muttered to me in the breeze on the top of the mountain.

"The tiger girl beat you lightly, and I didn't understand your bald head";

I held a straw stick in my mouth and looked at his bald head, which still couldn't straighten his neck.

"Do I have to do it?" , he asked again.

I didn't answer him, and that was already the same as answering.

That night, three white-robed earthen houses caught fire, and the family that had almost missed the bald man three days ago was still on the list.

"Can't you change the scourge of a new family? You have to pee out to catch an old bird, huh? ”，

I didn't have the courage to blame the bald man.

"I lit one, and pulled people out of the house in advance to set the fire, and I don't know the other two, maybe the wind blew," the bald man said casually, rubbing his neck.

As a result of the accident, three mud houses were destroyed, three families ran out of food, and the outrageous woman who had seized someone else's land under the pretext of being burned down had her right leg broken by a burned-down beam, and her death was effectively pronounced dead because of the medical conditions that could not be treated.

But the most painful thing is that this woman who has done evil things has to watch herself die in pain and suffering, which in my opinion may be the most severe punishment for a person.

But I don't feel guilty at all about this kind of punishment, because people don't kill me, people don't kill because of me, and most importantly, I have no intention of killing her, it was God or Lao Tan who wanted her life, the reason is just that she snatched other people's fields in the name of "more work and more reward" a few months ago, and I have nothing to do with such an excuse.

Of course, the impact of this accident is not all pessimistic, but also positive, for example, I no longer have to mobilize the white-robed people to form any "militia", but they themselves are already armed with short sticks, stone axes, and even a man with a broken earthen pot in his hand to run to the oracle to ask for the harm.

So for the next ten days, a few flocks of frightened birds, or two or three huge but wild rabbits, and thirty white-robed men and women scurried around the woodland like madmen, and they achieved not only the primitive wildness that belonged to them, but also the layers of fat that were decreasing day by day.

"There's movement ahead," the bald man whispered in my ear, then clenched his fists and raised them in the air;

As a result, the dozens of white-robed people behind him bowed down like a conditioned reflex, and immediately spontaneously formed a triangular formation beyond my imagination.

This is a unique attack formation that I have tailored for them, with three points guarding each other, three people separated by two meters each, and weapons must include a bow and arrow and a spear.

What I didn't expect was that Lao Tzu's design was flat, but the white-robed people had a big brain, and spontaneously changed the plane tactics to a three-dimensional all-round, because they could climb trees.

So a triangular formation can be derived in an instant, one triangle on the ground, and then one of the fulcrums as a connection with the other two people on the tree to form another triangle, and in the end, almost all the white robes will form a "net" in a few seconds, a net that seems to me to be flawless, I can even guarantee that any creature that gets in, even a rabbit, will never have a chance to escape again, this is the power of the group.

And the diet of these 30-odd people has also moved back to the field from the dining table, from rabbit fat and grain to everything that can be eaten in the forest, such as moss and mushrooms, as for how to tell if it is poisonous, they are more proficient than me.

But what pleases me the most is that they know how to take care of each other and what "teammates" mean to them, which is one of the original reasons I designed the "triangle formation".

I had to make them understand that a man with two companions could easily kill any of them in a single white robe, and then they wouldn't need me to explain it any further, they did.

I sat on the ground and watched the people with their faces painted black and their bows and arrows on their backs, and I always wanted to laugh in my heart, for ten days ago, they had been the greasy fat flesh that really held them together.

"Why can't you put a straw hat on your bald head? The brightest room in the night is yours";

I grabbed a pebble and threw it at the bald man three or four meters away, in a low voice, and said as I threw it.

The bald man's face was obscured by a thick layer of black mud, but he was unlike everyone here because there was no "natural" cover on the top of his head.

"Can you stop tossing? It's been more than ten days, and it's not enough to toss? The bald man glanced at the positions of the white-robed people around him, and slipped up to me and said.

I snorted my teeth: "It's only been ten days?" How do I feel like I've been crazy in this forest with you for more than a year? ”。

"It doesn't matter if you're crazy, can you pull me on for everything? Look at me now, I'm about to get my hair tossed! ”；

As he spoke, he consciously lowered his head and exposed his bald head in front of my eyes.

"Where is this? When we catch the troublemaker, the white-robed people will naturally stop playing with us," I said, looking at the bald man with a wicked smile.

The bald man was stunned: "Your uncle";

I threw the moss in my hand in the face, and said in a long voice, "You! Big! Father! , don't see the old man of heaven talking".

I paused, "In their eyes, you are the deputy leader of this tribe, can't you show some perseverance to Huya?" “。

This sentence seemed to hit the bald man's prostate in an instant, and the grandson suddenly became emotional.

"When do you see these white-robed men sleeping on the trees with their spears in their arms, then we can move on to the next step," I said to the bald man who was still looking at the tiger in a daze.

"What's next? What else do you have to do? ”；

"Who's there?" , I didn't answer the bald man's question, but suddenly shouted in one direction.

Before I could finish speaking, three or four white-robed men with spears like hounds had rushed out in the direction of my eyes, while the other jumped up a small tree in a few seconds, with their legs between the trunks, and the bowstring in their hands had been drawn into a semicircle, and a pair of eyes were always looking at the group of triangles that had explored the way ahead.

"Your uncle, here again!" , the bald man suppressed his voice very low.

"You! Big! Father! If you learn from me to speak, Lao Tzu will make you a hedgehog immediately", I compared the repeater that I designed myself two years ago, and now, it has been improved a lot by me.

"Tell me what's next for your plans?" He turned to leave, walked in the direction of the first triangle, and was still turning his head to ask me the same question as he left.

"I'll tell you the first one when these grandchildren sleep with their weapons in their hands," he said, picking up his spear on the ground and leaping out of the bush bunker.