The chief of the Teng Snake tribe stopped moving, his colorless eyes were still wide open, containing infinite fear.

“Pah, pah, pah!”

Shang, with red eyes, pulled his hair with one hand to prevent him from falling to the ground, and used the other hand to slap the face of the Tengshe tribe leader continuously, making a series of popping sounds.

The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for several years suddenly erupted at this moment, all directed at the Tengshe tribe leader whose body was still warm.

Mao, with red eyes, could not help it any longer. He howled angrily and rushed over to join the ranks of whipping the corpse.

Han Cheng looked at this scene, thought about it and did not say anything to stop it.

Both of them were direct victims and had deep-seated grievances with the people of the Tengshe tribe. It would be a good time for them to vent their dissatisfaction to the deceased chief of the Tengshe tribe, so as to avoid suppressing it in their hearts for too long and causing some problems.

Moreover, if they are not allowed to vent their anger now, and have to face the slaves of the Tengshe tribe all day long in the future, it is inevitable that something bad will happen.

The captives of the Teng Snake tribe, who were already terrified, were even more terrified when they saw the crazy looks of Shang and Mao. The shock to them was even greater than if the chief of the Teng Snake tribe was killed in front of them.

After venting his anger, Mao sat down on the ground, panting and with red eyes, and burst into tears. Shang beside him couldn't help crying as well.

Han Cheng walked over without saying anything, but reached out and patted them gently on the shoulders.

The heads of the witch, the great chief, and the third chief of the Tengshe tribe were cut off and placed on a stone, their dead eyes looking at the captives.

The ropes on all the prisoners were untied, and Junior Brother Sha came to them with a jar of blood and asked them to dip their hands in the blood and smear it on their faces.

Anyone who refuses to apply the ointment will be killed directly.

With so many things happening before, naturally no one dared not smear blood on their face.

There were even a few people who took the can and wanted to take a sip, but Han Cheng stopped them by kicking them hard a few times.

It is okay to kill the enemy for the sake of self-protection, but Han Cheng is extremely disgusted with eating the flesh and drinking the blood of his own kind.

Although such things are not uncommon in this era, he does not want such things to happen in the Qingque tribe, even if it is slaves!

In addition, another purpose is to teach these prisoners of war who have become slaves to abide by the rules, which is a very necessary thing.

If they are asked to smear blood on their faces, they must do it, even if drinking blood can show more determination than smearing donated blood.

After Han Cheng kicked several people in a row, none of the others stood out and all of them obediently smeared the blood on their faces.

None of these prisoners of war, who were freed from their restraints, dared to move. Under Han Cheng's orders, they were driven by the people of the Qingque tribe into the courtyard they had desperately wanted to enter before.

After entering a few traps, these people all became cautious, and some of them even trembled uncontrollably.

Several large vats have been set up in the courtyard, containing willow branch water.

Fire No. 2 was burning there, and some white vapor was floating away.

Looking at those large pottery jars and the surrounding jars, even though they were still in fear, many people couldn't help but feel surprised.

This tribe indeed has a lot of precious pottery!

It’s a pity that they no longer have the chance to snatch it.

They were brought to the vicinity of these large smoking vats. Having already come into contact with pottery, they knew that this method could be used to cook food. That was why many of them were extremely nervous.

They thought that the people of this tribe might pick one or two of them, kill them and cook them in a big vat.

Similar things happened frequently in their original tribe.

"Come here."

Liang's eyes searched among the group of people for a while and fell on one of the people who was most seriously injured. He said something and went over to pull her over, motioning her to move over to him so that he could clean her wound.

This female primitive, whose face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, became even paler, without a trace of blood.

She cried out in a low voice of fear, and shrank back, shaking all over.

Although the people around were somewhat frightened, this fear was accompanied by a sigh of relief, because it was someone else who was chosen.

Liang looked puzzled. He just wanted to treat her injuries, so why was she so frightened?

He immediately called two assistants over and carried the female primitive to the side of the large vat.

At this point, the female primitive no longer struggled, and lay on the ground resigned to her fate, but she could not get rid of the fear that was deep in her heart.

Liang scooped out half a basin of willow branch water from a large vat that had cooled down a little, and began to clean the woman's wound.

The people in this tribe are really particular. They even wash the meat thoroughly before killing it and eating it.

This tribe is really extravagant, using pottery everywhere...

Those spectators from the Tengshe tribe, who had already seemed a little numb, were thinking to themselves.

The female primitive who was waiting to die did not die. When she thought she was finally going to be killed, she was helped aside by someone.

At this time, Tumao came in from outside and told them that this was for treatment of injuries. The captives suddenly realized what was going on and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was a little confused. The people in this tribe didn't eat humans...

While doing all this, Han Cheng also arranged people to clean up the mess outside the courtyard gate.

A large amount of dry firewood was carried to an open space on the east side of the courtyard, and the corpses were carried there and piled up randomly.

Flames rose up, devouring them, purifying the world of darkness and sin.

A few years ago, a group of people from the Teng Snake Tribe were burned here. A few years later, another group of people from the Teng Snake Tribe were burned here...

"Hey, hey!"

Amid the neat shouts, the woolly rhinoceros that died in the trap was dragged out little by little by the people of the Green Bird Tribe.

Looking at the huge monster in front of them, the people of the Qingque tribe couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

This guy is so huge!

If the Son of God had not taught them how to dig traps, they really would have no way to deal with this horrible thing.

Han Cheng stood in front of the woolly rhinoceros and reached out to stroke its horn. It was shiny and textured. No wonder even with all kinds of laws introduced in later generations, there are still criminals who poach it.

After the rhino is anesthetized, it is not uncommon for its horn to be forcibly removed, leaving behind a bowl-sized horn.

A man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure.

If you are not strong enough but have precious things, it is natural that you will be easily coveted by others.

If the Qingque tribe had not developed over the years and become powerful, with a strong military force, and had not made sufficient preparations in advance, they would most likely have been killed by the Tengshe tribe and their 'rhinoceros horns' cut off.

The rhinoceros was too big to be carried in its entirety, so Han Cheng had people peel off its skin and cut the parts into pieces for transportation to the tribe. The heavy rhinoceros horn then fell into his hands.

While doing all this, some people went down into the trap to pull out the large wooden chisels.

These things are made in endless quantities, it would be a pity to bury them in the ground.

The trap that had not been stepped on was also uncovered and the pickaxe was also pulled out.

Others used bone shovels to scoop up the blood-stained dirt on the ground, carried it with a shovel and poured it into several blood-soaked traps.

After doing all this, they used a wooden wheelbarrow to push some clean soil to cover the traps. The non-flammable bloody smell was too strong...