Chapter 9 Hunting
Humans are social animals, and social animals need leaders, and Big Guy is a good leader.
This can be proved by the fact that Big Guy quickly came out of his loss.
Not only did he come out, but he also had more ambitions.
"Woo woo."
Big Guy shouted vigorously with a spear in his hand.
He did not kick and beat those strong men as usual, but kept repeating these two words, walking from the head of the tribe to the end of the tribe, and then from the end of the tribe to the head of the tribe.
These two words, translated, represent hunting, real hunting.
The Fire Tribe had hunted before, but they were all targeting herbivores. This time, he was going to attack the ferocious beasts.
Therefore, he did not urge anyone to participate, he only invited those strong and courageous tribesmen.
"Woo-woo."
The first person to respond was his disciple, the young man regarded by everyone as the second-generation leader.
"Woo-woo."
The big guy kept running and calling, but very few dared to hunt wild animals.
Humans are omnivores, and there is no need to fight with fierce wild animals to get food. This is their idea.
Only in winter, when there is too little food and people have no choice, will they kill wild animals.
In the end, thirteen of the 123 men walked out.
"Woo-woo."
The big guy gave each person a spear, then beat his chest and left the tribe first.
Twelve people who were willing to follow him followed behind and left the tribe without any nostalgia.
The others watched from a distance, and most of them had concern in their eyes.
The third generation witch came to the Fifth Xuan specifically and asked him to bless the team of the big head leader to have a smooth journey.
The Fifth Xuan was also helpless. He wanted to protect, but he had no way.
Hunting wild animals is a must for the tribe. Only in this way can a safe area be cleared and the tribe can develop and grow.
Today's Fire Tribe has barely entered the Stone Age. They must be more enterprising in order to truly develop and grow, and to seek welfare for future generations.
From a tribe to a nation, the Fire Tribe still has a long way to go.
Time passed slowly, and the people in the tribe were a little absent-minded. They looked at the mountain road in front of the tribe from time to time, hoping to see the figures of the big guys.
However, until late at night, no figure appeared.
"Woo~~~"
At night, mountain wolves howled under the moon. Many tribesmen did not rest and looked far away in the direction of the mountain wolves' howling.
Diwu Xuan urged the totem fire to the maximum, hoping to light the way home for the big guys.
He was very worried. He was worried that they would not succeed, and that they would be hit and never recover from it, and lose their enterprising spirit.
If the growth of the tribe is regarded as a person's life, then this stage must be his childhood, his most vulnerable time.
Too many blows, if he can't get over it, will make him suspicious and closed when he grows up.
And the curiosity about the world at this time will lay the foundation for his future vision and pattern.
Diwu Xuan is like a father. He hopes that his children will move forward bravely, but also hope that they will be healthy and worry-free. The contradictions become tangles and fight in his heart.
However, there was not much he could do. He could only keep urging the totem fire.
"Woo, woo, woo."
A shout came from the mountain road, which was very clear in the middle of the night.
"Om..."
The totem fire suddenly rose more than ten feet high. It was the fifth Xuan who was sending a signal to the tribesmen.
However, even without the signal he sent, the tribesmen woke up. Many men bravely walked out of the tribe to meet their hero.
Thirteen people set out, and twelve returned, and they also brought back a mountain wolf and a wild boar.
The body of the deceased was also carried back, carried by the big guy himself.
There were claw marks on his chest, and his right arm was pierced by fangs, and blood dripped onto the ground.
The team members behind were also injured, but they were in good spirits and were not depressed by the death of their companions.
The group carried their dead companions and the bodies of the wild animals to the altar.
"Woo-woo-woo."
The big guy threw the body into the totem fire. This was the best destination for every tribesman.
"Woo-woo-woo~~~Woo-woo-woo~~~"
The big guy kept shouting and bowing. He was praising the fire totem. He said that it was the fire totem that illuminated their way forward in the darkness and allowed them to find their home in the darkness.
More people followed to worship, and it eventually evolved into a sacrificial dance. Everyone jumped and roared excitedly.
It was a lively night. The tribesmen did not become negative because of the injury of one person. Instead, they were very excited. They felt that they had found another way.
"Spear."
The big leader suddenly pointed at his nose and roared.
"Spear, Spear."
He kept repeating this sentence, and gradually, people understood what he meant.
He said that his name was Spear.
This was the first person in the tribe with a name. He was the first generation leader of the tribe. He was the first person to lead the tribe to hunt wild animals.
His name was Spear, and his apprentice would become the second generation leader.
"Spear, Spear, Spear."
Everyone followed and roared, shouting the name of the big leader.
The third generation witch stood there in a daze, as if she was touched, but she didn't know how to express it. After a long time, she finally spoke.
"Wu."
Diwu Xuan was overjoyed. This was another Chinese character, the second Chinese character spoken by the third generation witch.
"Wu, Wu, Wu."
Countless tribesmen shouted out the name of the third generation witch.
That night, the tribal leader led the team back from hunting. That night, two people in the tribe had their own names.
This was an exciting night for the Fire Tribe. Until the next morning, some people were still excited.
However, after a night of excitement, the big head leader was finally tired. He leaned on the fire totem, leaned on Diwu Xuan, looked at the slowly rising sun in the east, and gradually closed his eyes forever.
This big head chief who had argued with the little witch, confronted the second generation witch, and raised the third generation witch finally bid farewell to the Fire Tribe forever in a noisy atmosphere.
His death took away the memory of a generation. Diwu Xuan looked sadly at his body being carried by the crowd and put into the totem fire, and watched the second generation chief pick up his stone spear.
At this time, standing in front of the campfire were a young man in his teens and a five-year-old girl.
One of them was the second generation chief and the other was the third generation witch. They would use their small shoulders to bear the future of the Fire Tribe.
No matter how you look at it, these two are not as reliable as the big head chief, nor as ideal as the little witch and the second generation witch.
"Where will you lead the Fire Tribe?"
Diwu Xuan murmured in his heart. How he hoped that those dead people would not turn into blazing red power, but would stay with him forever so that he would no longer be lonely in the fire totem.