"I want to give full play to my wisdom that spans 10,000 years! Use my wisdom to overwhelm those primitive people who have died!" Chen Mo touched the beard that grew from his chin and said to himself.

"Thirty-six strategies, they definitely don't know, Sun Tzu must not understand the Art of War, and the quintessence of the country: guerrilla warfare!" Chen Mo sorted out some strategies in his mind.

"Thirty-six plans, if you don't understand anything else, you will know what beauty plan is, and go for the best plan. Chen Mo pondered some details of the thirty-six plans.

I don't know if the beauty trick will work, but there are no beauties in the whole tribe.

Or, try the beautiful man's plan! Let Yu go, let Chang go, or let Jing go? These three goods will play the beautiful man's plan, and they will definitely cut their throats and bleed and roast and eat them as soon as possible, which is too embarrassing!

He is a beautiful man, but he was caught, and Xiao is also a beautiful man, but he belongs to the typical two hundred and five.

The beauty plan is not good, Li Dai Tao stiff, Zhang Guan Li Dai, fish eyes mixed beads, ****, old man cart...

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, Chen Mo was an otaku, not a scholar. Ask him about his shy posture, he can also name more than a dozen experiences from watching movies, if he is asked to talk about strategy, it will be embarrassing, Chinese is taught by a physical education teacher.

Sun Tzu's Art of War, Chen Mo can only understand the literal meaning, when he encounters an enemy stronger than himself, he will pretend to be a grandson, and when he encounters a tribe weaker than himself, he will beat him as a grandson.

Since you don't let me pretend to be a grandson, then labor and management will beat you as grandsons, regardless of whether he is strong or weak, I will suppress it with my IQ!

Chen Mo decided that it was better to be rough, and it didn't hurt his brain.

My own brain IQ is already lacking, and if you think about strategies and kill some brain cells, it will be even more dull.

Since we want to be rude, let's prepare a plan, a simple plan, three stinky generals, and a Zhuge Liang! Let everyone discuss together.

Calling the leaders of each group, Chen Mo told them about the situation. Although he is a chief, he still gives everyone a briefing in advance about the conquest.

After all, war is dead, and I don't know if the people of my own tribe are hard bones. Chen Mo also had no confidence.

The team leader came to Chen Mo's room one after another, they knew that there was an accident when He went out this time, but they didn't know what Chen Mo meant by calling them this time.

In primitive societies, there was no such thing, it was only the chiefs who decided everything, including the life and death of the clansmen, were decided by the chiefs.

Chen Mo saw that the backbone members of the tribe had arrived, so he decided to say his thoughts: "The river was captured by a large tribe, and the large tribe wants to know how to make our heavenly god salt, what do you think?"

"Hit them, save the river!" Zhuang, who has the best relationship with the river, immediately came out to express his opinion.

"What about you? If you have anything to say, say it. Chen Mo ignored Zhuang and turned his face to look at everyone.

"Chief, fight it! Rescue the river and the black, our people. Da stood up and said loudly.

There was no objection from the people, and they all said that they would attack.

Chen Mo continued: "The hostile tribe, more than 300 people, half of the warriors. Together with their allies, we need to face more than five hundred people, the least. ”

"How much is five hundred?" Chief, don't care how many people there are, the two of us and the thick can do it! The two of us are the first and second warriors of our navy tribe!" Zhuang stood up again and patted his chest.

"By the way, chief, how much is five hundred? Is it five hundred?" Zhuang patted his chest before he remembered that he could only count to more than a hundred.

"Yes, five hundred is two two hundred and five. Chen Mo pointed at Strong and Thick.

"Zhuang, don't make trouble. The other party is a large tribe with more than 500 combat strength, and all the warriors of our tribe can't beat them. He said.

"But the river and the black can't help it!" Zhuang pulled his hair and said fiercely.

"In order to cover Shao and come back for help, Hei rolled to the bottom of the mountain, life and death are unknown, and we need to rescue the river to find it. Pi, who knew the details, added.

"Huh?" Zhuang screamed. "Black dead?"

"Life and death are unknown. Chen Mo added some firewood and replied.

"Chief, do it!" Zhuang stood up again.

"Yes, Chief, do it!" the crowd responded.

Pi pondered for a moment: "Chief, you can't fight like this, our tribe will suffer heavy losses!"

"What do you mean, old bearskin, the navy tribe is not afraid of dying in battle!" said to Skin.

"I mean, all the warriors of our tribe are dispatched, and there are only more than sixty people, how can we fight with their tribe of more than 500 people? They can kill all the warriors of our tribe with one stone spear!" Pi stood up and said with a rough face.

"You're afraid, timid rabbit, old bearskin!" he grimaced his neck and widened his eyes.

"I'm thinking about the tribe for the sake of the tribe, you big old man!" Pi was not to be outdone, and then the topic changed and threw it to Chen Mo: "Mo, you are the chief, you see what to do, fight or not!"

"Fight, you can't fight hard!" Chen Mo said: "I called everyone here to ask you if there is any way to reduce the deaths of the soldiers. ”

"Chief, are they reluctant to make peace?" asked Jing weakly.

"The peace talks are to hand over our salt-making methods to them, and you will never find your mother-in-law in the future!" Chen Mo said lightly.

Then he paused, and continued: "Defeat their tribe, and we can capture more than a hundred women!

"Chief, hit! I want my mother-in-law!" After laughing at the mother-in-law, she immediately stood up and made a statement.

"Chief, hit!" "Hit!" everyone responded.

"I know how to fight, but how can we avoid casualties!" Chen Mo tapped the ground with a tree branch and said again.

"......" the crowd did not know how to answer.

"Chief, you have the final say, you can fight whatever you want!" said the old skin.

"Since it can't be done, then let's be rough!" Chen Mo looked at the roughness and said slowly.

Everyone followed Chen Mo's gaze and looked at the rough.

"Chief, what are you doing? Don't look at me, I'm panicked. He looked at everyone looking at him and whispered.

"I am arranging the task now, which is related to the survival and honor of our navy tribe!" Chen Mo ignored it.

"Also, for the sake of the mother-in-law!" said softly with a smile underneath.

"Well, yes!" "For the sake of the mother-in-law! For the sake of honor!" the people around nodded in approval.

"Pi, your father and son led ten women and your group to make pottery armor, the one we wore last time we went out!"

"Yes, Chief!" Pi replied with a nod.

"Zhuang, you lead your team to make bows and arrows! The quality must be good, it is related to killing the enemy!"

"Chief, don't worry!" Zhuang nodded.

"Jinghe said, you have put down your work in the past two days, go to cut down bamboo, and serve Zhuang!"

"Chang, herbs!"

"Rough, polish the bone spear!"

"Big ...... You go and polish the bone spear too!"

After arranging everyone's work, Chen Mo looked at the people who had left one after another, and became worried about this expedition, after all, everyone in the primitive society was the most valuable resource.

I don't know how many people will be lost in this campaign!