“Crack…”

A crisp sound was heard in the cave of the Tengshe tribe. Many people from the Tengshe tribe, whose hands and feet were tied, had expressions of distress and shock on their faces.

The precious pottery that they treasured so much that they were willing to travel long distances to attack other tribes to obtain was smashed like this?

How could that tribe be willing to destroy such a precious thing?

Are the people in this tribe fools?

The eldest brother looked at the broken pottery pieces on the ground and nodded without showing any regret.

Pottery has long been no longer a rare thing in their tribe. As Heiwa's skills in making pottery become more and more sophisticated, the pottery of their tribe is becoming more and more exquisite.

The best things are kept in the tribe for use, and the inferior products are taken out for trade. This is the principle implemented by the Qingque tribe.

The Tengshe tribe obtained these precious pottery by attacking two tribes. Naturally, the eldest brother and others who came from a big pottery family looked down on them.

Because pottery is heavy and not very convenient to carry, and the tribe does not really need such utensils, and the eldest brother does not want to leave them behind, so the current scene of being labeled a fool by the people of the Tengshe tribe occurred.

"Walk!"

The hand-operated drill for drilling fire was turning rapidly, the thin smoke was growing bigger and bigger, the soft tinder was ignited, and small flames were jumping.

The small flames spread to the dry grass and leaves, which in turn ignited the dry firewood.

When the column of smoke disappeared, the entrance to the Tengshe tribe's cave had turned into a sea of ​​flames.

When some captives from the Tengshe tribe saw the cave entrance wrapped in flames, their faces turned pale and they were terrified to the extreme, as if they had lost something completely.

The eldest brother took a look at the numerous corpses being burned by the flames, shouted loudly, and led his men away from this evil tribe.

The deer and the people walked together, and both the deer and the people were carrying food.

All the food stored in the Tengshe tribe was looted by the eldest brother and his men, not even a single fruit was left.

As for the pottery, the eldest brother had no problem letting people smash it, but he was not willing to let go of the food at all.

Primitive people would never waste food.

As dusk gradually fell, the advancing team stopped in an open area. When the people of the Qingque tribe began to take out cooking utensils from the leather bags on the deer to cook, the Tengshe tribe captives who thought that the people of the Qingque tribe were fools and extremely prodigals realized that they were the real fools.

This tribe had more and more exquisite pottery, so naturally they looked down on those of their tribe.

The pottery that they regarded as treasures could not be compared with the pottery owned by this tribe.

After the people of this tribe had eaten the food made in precious pottery in batches, some people began to carry leather bags filled with fruits and distributed them to them one by one.

Looking at the fruits that were distributed to them, which were more than what they usually ate in the tribe, the anxious captives of the Tengshe tribe finally began to believe the words of the guy named Tumao who used to be a member of their tribe.

After arriving at that powerful tribe, they might really be living a better life than in the Teng Snake Tribe...

“I’m back! I’m back!”

The bottle on the wall was very sharp and could see the group of people appearing in the woods to the west from a long distance.

Although I couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, I could tell who they were just by looking at the deer mixed in the crowd.

He shouted excitedly on the wall to inform everyone in the tribe of the good news.

During this period, those who stayed in the tribe were looking forward to the return of those who went out to fight.

Pingzi's shouting was like a thousand-pound boulder thrown into the lake, and the relatively quiet Qingque tribe soon became boiling.

Crowds of people rushed out of the wall, and some of them couldn't wait to run west to welcome the tribesmen returning from the expedition.

Han Cheng, who got the news, also quickly climbed up the wall and looked at the team that was winding its way forward, getting closer and closer, and becoming much larger than before with excitement.

However, after a while, this excitement was replaced by a hidden worry. He was worried about whether there were casualties.

Death in war is inevitable. He knows this, but he still can't let it go.

At the same time, I was secretly hoping that no one would die, although I knew that this was likely not to happen.

Wu also came out of the room, stood at the gate and looked at the team that was getting closer and closer, his old face smiling like a blooming flower.

When the team walked onto the stone road in the field, Han Cheng also came down from the wall and stood with Wu, waiting for the return of the expeditionary team.

“Pah pah pah…”

Han Cheng took the lead in applauding, and the other Qingque people, who were delighted to see the expeditionary team return victoriously with so much food and captives, also found a way to vent their excitement.

They imitated the Son of God and clapped their hands, and suddenly there was a thunderous applause.

Even the slaves who had lived in the Green Bird Tribe for some time started to applaud and share the joy.

Although the target of the expedition was their former tribe.

Those who had just returned from the battle and were exhausted from all the journey were excited and radiant when they saw this unprecedented and grand welcome ceremony.

They felt a great honor.

"Did any of our tribe members die?"

Han Cheng walked up to his senior brother and junior brother Sha, shook hands with them one by one, then made up his mind and asked this heavy question.

The witch nearby, and other people who heard this question, kept silent and looked at the eldest brother and others nervously.

The eldest brother smiled and said, "No one died!"

Han Cheng's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and he felt like his whole body was filled with joy.

Everyone returned to the courtyard, settled the captives, prepared for a welcoming dinner...all things were going on briskly, busy and full of joy.

Some minors followed the adults who had returned from the expedition, chattering like sparrows, pestering them with questions about the expedition, wanting to know how they defeated the evil tribe.

Full of curiosity and yearning, I want to grow up sooner and bring back so many things for the tribe.

In the conference room of the large blue brick and tile house, Han Cheng was also asking similar questions to his senior brothers.

He wanted to know the whole story of this expedition.

"Could it be that my aura as the protagonist has already covered the entire tribe?"

After listening to the senior brother's detailed account of the expedition, Han Cheng muttered to himself.

He could even encounter a thing like the internal strife among primitive people, and the timing was just right, so he couldn't help but think about it...