Spring is getting stronger and stronger. When some flowers wither and drift away with the water, migratory birds also begin to return from the south in large numbers.

At this time, birds had a huge space to survive, and humans, who had not yet emerged, were not enough to threaten their survival.

They have enough space to live and fly.

It is also because of this that when a flock of birds flies by, they usually appear as a black mass, chirping noisily, leaving behind some fallen feathers and droppings from the sky, and fly away noisily and chirping.

It's a rare occurrence with only a few of them being found here and there.

On the wall of the Qingque tribe, the angry Han Cheng was holding a bow in his hand with a pot of arrows beside him. He was looking at the south sky and cursing indignantly, looking unsatisfied and his evil fire had not been fully vented.

Also staying on the wall were a dozen or so people left behind from the archery team.

Among them was Junior Brother Sha, a sharpshooter. He patted his chest and promised that he would shoot down some birds, strip them of their clothes, and vent the anger of the Son of God.

After waiting for a while, a small white cloud floated over from afar.

It was moving very fast, expanding rapidly before my eyes, accompanied by a series of "ga~ga~" sounds.

As the white cloud gradually approached, the huge "人" character that appeared in the sky became bigger and bigger.

Hearing the familiar voice and looking at the familiar V-shaped team, Han Cheng jumped up immediately.

Here we come!

"Prepare!"

He shouted loudly, and the bow and arrow in his hand was ready. He raised it above his head, slowly pulled the bow apart, aimed at the group of flying objects, and was ready to shoot.

Junior Brother Sha and more than ten others were also fully prepared. As they often participated in training, they were more adept at this than Han Cheng, the Son of God.

These guys put all their efforts into shooting down these ungrateful birds to vent their anger for the Son of God.

In fact, Han Cheng was not as angry as Junior Brother Sha and the others thought, even though the meal he had just taken two bites of was wasted.

In addition to this reason, another important reason why he mobilized such a large force and acted so angry was that he discovered the traces of wild geese in the past two days.

Of course, he didn't know what the specific differences were between the wild geese seen in later generations. After all, he was not a know-it-all.

However, it is certain that this is a wild goose.

Among the large birds flying in a V-formation, in his memory, wild geese seemed to be unique.

Wild geese are good things.

Lifeless geese are just right for cooking, but living geese are even more useful.

Because the big white goose, known as the bully of the countryside, is domesticated from wild geese.

His real purpose was to shoot some wild geese and slowly domesticate them into geese.

In this era, since we are blessed with this group of guys, we don’t need them to guard the house.

A duck egg, which is worth several chicken eggs, is his greatest interest.

Of course, it would be a very nice thing if you could see the naked kids in the tribe running around being chased by the geese with their necks stretched out.

"Shoot!"

Seeing that the group of white geese were flying closer and closer and were about to reach above their heads, Han Cheng gave the order to attack.

After he finished speaking, with the sound of a bowstring trembling, more than a dozen feather arrows flew into the sky and headed straight towards the wild geese.

Han Cheng did not try to show off his martial arts by shooting two geese with one arrow, or did something like Hua Rong, who specifically asked to shoot the third goose's eyes. Instead, he directly let everyone do it together.

Of course, even if he had such an idea, he didn't have the ability to do so.

Perhaps this is the truth of the matter.

This group of wild geese are used to traveling around the world and have seen a lot of the world. Whether from their ancestors or from their experiences over the years, they have never suffered any attacks from the ground.

To be precise, as long as you fly into the sky, the dangers on the ground can be ignored.

It is also because of this that even though the leader goose saw the monkeys standing higher, it did not increase its flying altitude.

This also destined them to become a tragedy today.

Dozens of sharp arrows shot up from bottom to top, and several geese were caught off guard and were hit immediately.

Amidst the panicked cries, five wild geese flapped their wings and fell from the sky, wailing.

"continue!"

The wailing of the wild geese did not move Han Cheng at all. He squinted his eyes and continued to give orders without turning his head.

At the same time, he quickly pulled out an arrow from the quiver at his waist, drew the bow quickly, and shot again at the chaotic flock of geese.

As he shouted, another goose fell down with a wail.

Being able to shoot the bow twice in such a short time and hit the target each time, no one else in the entire tribe has such a skill except Junior Brother Sha.

For a moment, the whole world was in chaos, with panicked geese flying all over the sky and on the ground.

The wild geese, who ignored the danger from the ground, suffered a fatal blow. Amidst a series of wailing cries, they could no longer form a formation and quickly rose high, flying away into the distance at the same time.

After Junior Brother Sha shot an arrow with all his strength at the flying goose and the arrow fell weakly, the swift goose shooting operation came to an end.

There were geese flying around inside and outside the yard, crying in panic, flapping their wings and running aimlessly, trying to get away from this dangerous place.

There was even a shot goose on the wall.

But this guy was unlucky. The arrow pierced through his brain. He just flapped his arms twice and then stopped moving.

As soon as the goose shooting was over, the minors hiding in the house rushed out of the house cheering and shouting as they chased and captured the geese.

The people on the wall saw the geese flying away and no one was trying to catch the geese outside the wall, so they quickly went down the wall to catch the injured geese.

After a while, Han Cheng was the only one left on the wall.

Han Cheng looked at the happy crowd inside and outside the courtyard, and a smile also appeared on his face.

Then he walked towards the dead goose on the wall, preparing to carry it down the fence.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the mournful cry of wild geese. Han Cheng subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw a wild goose flying back from the direction the geese had just left, wailing all the way.

This guy had managed to escape with great difficulty, but now he comes back to die.

Han Cheng stopped, drew out an arrow, put it on the bowstring, and slowly pulled the bowstring, preparing to shoot the returning goose.

The lone goose seemed unaware of the danger. It wailed all the way and stopped above Han Cheng's head. It circled and wailed with a sad voice.

For some reason, Han Cheng, who was ready to strike, did not release his fingers that were pulling the bowstring.

"Gah~"

After another miserable cry, the goose hovering in the air folded its wings, head down, feet up, and crashed directly down...

(I have been busy recently, so the updates may not be stable. I will try my best to publish them on time. If I can't code them out, I will have to postpone them. I hope my book friends will forgive me - I am dizzy and look forward to it.)