When the last of the men with weapons fell, the battle against the Nishinabe was over.

All the tribal warriors began to cut off the heads of the corpses on the ground, and each time they cut off a head, they let out a carnival sound.

Yan Zheng didn't have time to lament the ten-mile bloody battlefield, so he asked his clansmen to methodically loot all the loot they could take away.

And have them tear down the walls with the totems of the West Nabe, and erase all the knots and murals related to the West Nabe.

When he counted them, he found that there were seventy-eight women and thirty-two children who had surrendered in this battle, and together with the previous prisoners, they had captured nearly one hundred and fifty people in total.

As for the dozen or so people from the Sinaibu who escaped, Yan Zheng did not continue to kill them all.

In this world of headhunters, the first thing those dozen people will face is a difficult living environment.

And they no longer have women, so they can only choose to cling to other relatives of their Kishiri Society.

Walking in front of the stacked loot, Yan Zheng squatted down and carefully began to pick and choose.

He felt that the West Naibu was a regional hegemon, and the good things that could be accumulated would definitely not be less.

After rummaging for a while, the leader also came over, and he carefully picked up a hat full of beautiful feathers from the pile of trophies.

Yan Zheng said with a smile: "In the future, you can go to Shenshan casually!" If we find more eggs, we will always have a sacred bird. ”

The leader also smiled, looked at the hat and said, "This hat has better feathers!" It's a pity that it has already been enjoyed by the ancestral spirits of the West Naibu! ”

So saying, the leader threw his hat into the fire beside him.

Yan Zheng didn't say much, and continued to rummage through it.

Unfortunately, in addition to some familiar jerky, animal skins, and grass seed grains, the most are some bone chains and stone products.

After cleaning up for a while, Yan Zheng was suddenly attracted by a piece of cloth in front of him.

Although this cloth was also very rough, he found that this cloth was not woven with hemp and bark, and this cloth was softer.

He was pleasantly surprised to pick up the cloth and look at it, and found that it was really not sackcloth!

"This cloth! What is it woven for? Yan Zheng asked the leader.

When the leader saw it, he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either.

Yan Zheng immediately took the cloth, walked up to the captives, and asked them if they knew what the cloth was woven for.

When a woman from the Sinaibu saw it, she took out a white fluff from the pile of loot and showed it to Yan Zheng.

"Kapok?" Yan Zheng sighed.

He happily asked, "Where did this come from?" ”

The woman pointed in a direction to indicate that they had come from the mountains.

Yan Zheng nodded and said to the leader: "When the strength is enough, we will go into the mountain and collect this kind of thing!" ”

The chief stroked the cloth and said, "It seems to be in the mountains!" ”

"There are more armorers, we can go there!" Yan Zheng said confidently.

The reason he was so happy was that he wanted a real piece of clothing and trousers, not a piece of animal skin.

For this goal, he did not hesitate to use the power of the entire tribe. Anyway, if the textile is up, the tribe will have another good thing.

He looked at the loot pile again, and after almost picking through it, he found a small sack.

When he picked it up, he noticed that it was a little heavy.

He opened it and looked at it, and his eyes were straight in an instant!

It's actually a bag of golden sand!

Yan Zheng swallowed his saliva, he understood that there was golden sand, which meant that there must be gold mines in this area.

He looked up at the mountains in the distance, and felt that if there was a gold mine, it must be in this mountain.

And associated with gold mines, there will generally be copper, lead, tin, etc.

For him, gold is of little use, and now he needs copper!

If there was iron ore, he would be crazy about it.

It's a pity that there is a gold mine flowing out of Jinsha, which is not a pure copper mine, and there is definitely very little copper that can be obtained.

Yan Zheng looked at the golden sand in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh, compared with the practicality of minerals, scarcity is really not worth mentioning, can gold really be used as a hoe?

He came to the captives again, and after showing the golden sands, a man from Sinabe also pointed in the direction of the deep mountains.

Seeing this, the chief said sadly: "The people in the mountains are very cruel, and the mountains are very steep, and if you don't know the way, you can't get in at all!" ”

Yan Zheng nodded and said, "People in the deep mountains may have more powerful weapons!" If we could, we would trade with them and trade salt for what we needed. ”

The leader sighed faintly, and his eyes looking at the deep mountains were full of vicissitudes.

The experience of entering the sacred mountain to catch the sacred bird made him have a deep fear of the people in the deep mountains.

After the tribal warriors had cut off the enemy's heads, Yan Zheng gave the order to triumphantly take the captives and booty.

Before leaving, he specially asked people to pile up dry firewood and pile up the corpses of the people of Sinabe and burn them.

It's just that the leader wants to take some people on a trip to the sacred mountain, and wants to get a few more sacred birds to go back.

Yan Zheng did not object, he took the rest of his clansmen and sent the bundled prisoners and booty to their landing point.

Just to transport these trophies, the bamboo raft made three trips.

This time, they harvested not only piles of jerky, but also a large amount of skins.

As for the head, it was even transported on two bamboo rafts.

Although Yan Zheng hated this practice of cutting off his head, he was not good at this moment.

"Son of God, when we were fighting, there were really people secretly watching."

Limu, who was sent by him to lurk in the trees, also rushed back.

"Anabe's people?" Yan Zheng asked.

Riki smiled and said, "More than that, there seem to be three waves of people, one of them seems to be planning to go to the sacred mountain, and when they saw us, they stopped far away and sent people over to watch us fight." ”

"Do you know what tribe they're from?"

"It's too far away to see clearly, but judging from the direction they came, it may be from the Douwei Society."

"Then why don't you go along and see clearly?" Yan Zheng said a little angrily.

Riki was stunned for a moment and said, "You didn't let me do that!" ”

Yan Zheng held his forehead in distress, the clansmen were too stunned.

He glared at Limu angrily and roared, "If I don't say it, you won't guess for yourself?" I'm sure to wonder who else is snooping on us fighting! ”

Limu was stunned and said aggrievedly: "I, I can't guess." ”

The expression on Yan Zheng's face froze for a moment, and there was a thick helplessness on his face.

With the current subjective initiative of the people, it is possible for him to teach them for ten years to have the instinctive experience to consciously do something.

He felt that this matter was too difficult, so it was more reliable to put his hope in the next generation, as long as he taught the next generation well, he would naturally be able to cultivate people with higher intelligence.

He didn't want to look at this group of fools anymore, and saw that Anai and Ansan were carefully scrubbing the human heads, he was furious, kicked on them, and scolded and said, "You two fools, you can't take care of the injured clansmen at this time, what kind of dead heads are you washing here!" ”

Anai and Ansan didn't know why he was so angry, so they carefully lowered their heads and ran to greet the wounded people.

The battle was a real success, with only three unlucky men killed in battle.

The only thing that is a little frightening is that among the injured, many of them have terrible wounds, and Yan Zheng is very afraid that they will die from the inflammation of the wounds.

Fortunately, this time they brought herbs, and Yan Zheng asked them to clean the wound as soon as possible and apply anti-inflammatory herbs.

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