In the next few days, under Han Cheng's leadership, the focus of the Qingque tribe's work shifted to preparations for the capture of the Bone tribe.

Han Cheng has been thinking about possible situations and corresponding strategies.

From time to time, he would discuss things with the eldest brother and the witch, and sometimes he would call everyone over to make arrangements.

Some of the people in the Qingque tribe were repairing their weapons, and those who regularly participated in training would sometimes cooperate with each other to perform some attack drills according to the Son of God's requirements.

Time passed by minute by minute in such an atmosphere, and five days were over in the blink of an eye.

The sky in the east began to turn pale, the darkness slowly faded away, and all things, which had been spiritually nourished after a night of sleep, also woke up.

The atmosphere of the Qingque tribe is different from before. In the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, there is an unclear feeling called solemnity.

The gate of the wall was open, and thirty people were divided into four teams, led by their respective captains, standing in an open space in front of the gate.

They are the Bluebird warriors who are about to go to war!

At the front of the queue stood Han Cheng, the man in charge of the armed forces.

On a crude table made of stone and wood, half a tank of warm water was placed.

A pheasant flapping its wings had its neck cut by a stone knife. The blood fell into the water, blooming into peach blossoms.

With a stir of a long-handled spoon, bowls of warm water with a faint red color were delivered to the hands of the people going out to the expedition.

"...Safety first. I'll prepare a celebration banquet and wait for your return... Shit!"

After Han Cheng finished his uninspiring oath, he raised the warm water mixed with blood in his hand, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.

Without wine, I can only make do with this.

Those who were preparing to go to the battle also raised their bowls and drank from them, imitating the Son of God's example.

It's just that they drank too carefully, and there was no water sliding down their chins, which made them seem less heroic.

“Bang!”

Han Cheng drank the water from the bowl in one breath and threw the bowl in his hand to the ground.

“Pah pah pah…”

The others who drank the water subconsciously followed the Son of God's actions and threw the bowls in their hands to the ground.

Many people regretted their decision after doing this, and quickly reached out to scoop it up, but it was impossible to get it back. The bowl had already broken into pieces.

What was supposed to be a solemn and passionate ceremony was ruined at its coolest moment.

Han Cheng wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it back.

"Set off!"

He waited for a while, then raised his arms and shouted loudly.

The people who were preparing to go out to fight were infected by this ceremony that they had never experienced before. They felt their blood boiling. They did not feel any fear, but they felt a little sad when the bowl was smashed...

After Han Cheng shouted "set off", the people of the Green Bird Tribe turned around and headed towards the Bone Tribe, carrying their weapons and food.

Han Cheng, Wu, and other people who had held back stood in front of the gate without moving, and watched until the eldest brother and the others disappeared. Then they packed up their things, returned to the tribe, and closed the gate tightly.

From today on, until the eldest brother and his companions return, the gate of the Qingque tribe will not be opened easily, and no one is allowed to go out without reason.

After the thirty people went out, the fighting power of the Qingque tribe was greatly reduced. It was weaker than when Han Cheng and his team went out before, so they had to be treated seriously.

Han Cheng stood on the wall, looking at the direction where his senior brother and the others left for a long time.

Although he knew that the Bone Tribe would basically not escape this time and it was almost certain, he still couldn't help but worry.

I wonder how many of those who went out to fight will be injured, and how many will never come back...

He was originally going to lead the attack on the Bone Tribe himself, but the witch and the eldest senior brother disagreed no matter what, saying that Han Cheng was too young and not suitable for such a task.

Han Cheng thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. If he went there, it would indeed distract them, so he stayed.

As time went by, Han Cheng felt that his decision was extremely wrong.

Because waiting in the tribe without knowing anything is really torturous!

It would be nice if I had a cell phone, no, even a telegram to get some information about the situation ahead.

Of course he was just dreaming. He could never do these things even if he was beaten to death.

A more practical idea is to use two small ceramic bowls with small holes at the bottom, thread a rope through them, and make a simple "wired telephone".

The milk tea girl had a small bowl tightly covered on her right ear, her eyes were wide open, showing an expression of surprise and disbelief.

Because she heard the song "Sister Sitting at the Bow" from here.

The song was sung by the Son of God, who was in the house at the moment. All the doors of the house were closed, and the small bowl and the rope were coming out of the window.

She tentatively took the clay bowl off her ear and could vaguely hear the vague singing of the Son of God in the house. She put the clay bowl back on her ear, and the singing became clear again.

This magical thing soon caused a sensation in the Qingque tribe. Not only did the children love to play with it, but even the adults wanted to experience the magic of this thing for themselves.

Han Cheng climbed up the wall again and looked at the children who were having fun playing with the "telephone bowl" and a smile appeared on his face.

All that should be done has been done, and all that is left is to leave it to fate and wait for a long time. During the long wait, doing something else to relieve the tension is also a good way.

The hair of the women of the Qingque tribe has changed a lot now.

What caused this huge change were the two pigtails on Milk Tea Girl’s head.

When Han Chengcai first came, everyone in the Qingque tribe had disheveled hair. After his intervention, they all had their hair braided into the same ponytail, but of course, it was not very straight.

At the beginning, everyone liked the novel ponytail very much, but after wearing it for a long time, they began to have some other ideas, especially the women.

The appearance of Milk Tea Girl with two pigtails brought them inspiration.

Without Han Cheng's knowledge, pigtails began to become popular throughout the Qingque tribe.

When Han Cheng discovered this, he was shocked to the point of being burnt on the outside and softened on the inside.

It's fine that Xing, Xiaomei, Xiaoli and other immature female primitives wear pigtails, but why are these guys like Chen and Xi joining in the fun?

These are barely tolerable, but the key point is that Zhuang, Ruhua... even the second senior brother all have pigtails. What's the matter?

Han Cheng still feels scared when he thinks of that beautiful scene.

Without giving it any time to think, Han Dashenzi, who was utterly shocked, immediately gritted his teeth and told these guys to quickly untie their pigtails. If they continued like this, Han Cheng felt that he would go crazy.

Seeing these guys reluctant to untie their pigtails, Han Cheng felt like kicking them.

Han Dashenzi, who couldn't stand the resentful looks of these people, made certain regulations on their hairstyles.

Before girls reach adulthood, they wear pigtails. After adulthood, they change into long braids.

The boy cut his hair short and tied it into a small braid, looking like a seventh-rank official.

Adult men would tie their hair up and use a tree stick as a hairpin to secure it, which is quite similar to the style of ancient people.

Only Han Cheng is an exception, still with a ponytail.

As soon as these new hairstyles came out, everyone was immediately overjoyed and gave up their obsession with pigtails.

Han Cheng was rescued from the strong visual impact.

This is also good. With a fixed hairstyle, you can tell the gender, age and status of a person at a glance.

Unlike before, if you are not familiar with someone and want to identify the gender, you need to run up to them and look at the size of their breasts...