A large number of people gathered in the square between the inner and outer walls of the Qingque tribe.

One hundred and twenty warriors of the Green Bird Tribe held their weapons, stood straight in neat formation, and were completely silent.

Compared to the uniformity and quietness of the people in the Green Bird Tribe, the people from the tribal alliance who came here seemed much more scattered.

Not only that, when they gathered together, they all made a buzzing sound.

In comparison between the two, the well-trained warriors of the Qingque tribe immediately stood out.

After a while, the two hundred and ten people from the twenty-one tribes standing nearby also felt the difference in the atmosphere.

They were shocked by the neat and orderly march of the Green Bird tribe warriors.

The buzzing sound gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally became completely quiet.

The people of these tribes looked at the neatly-organized Green Bird tribe warriors, and then looked at themselves. They used to think that there was nothing wrong with standing together like this, but now they felt unnatural.

They moved quietly, trying to stand in an orderly manner like the warriors of the Green Bird tribe, but unfortunately they couldn't do it.

"Pour the wine!"

The witch, who was wearing clothes made of thick tiger skin, was not holding a rabbit today, which was rare. His previous disrespectful and shabby temperament was gone, and instead, he showed the solemnity that was only seen during sacrifices, and even his old age disappeared a lot.

Following his order, the people of the Qingque tribe, who had been well prepared, came quickly with piles of bowls and handed one to each person going out to the battle. The people of other tribes were no exception.

Someone behind was holding a cup of warm wine and pouring it into the bowl spoon by spoon. Some wine splashed onto the ground.

Looking at the warm and turbid wine in the bowls in their hands, the eyes of the warriors of the Green Bird tribe lit up. The eyes of those people from other tribes who had basically never drunk alcohol also lit up.

Although they had never drunk alcohol, they knew one thing: the food produced by the Green Bird Tribe was all good food.

"We will definitely defeat the Bannong tribe this time! Cheers!"

Han Cheng, who was standing at the front of the team, turned around and spoke loudly to everyone. After he finished speaking, he held the wine bowl in both hands, saluted everyone in the air, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Greatly defeated the semi-agricultural tribe!"

"drink!"

The warrior of the Green Bird tribe said this while holding the wine bowl in both hands and saluted towards the void in front of him, then raised his head and drank it down in big gulps.

"￥%Bannong￥Tv"

"drink!"

The rest of the tribe spoke vaguely, then tilted their heads back and drank the wine with anticipation in their hearts.

“Cough cough cough…”

A series of violent coughing followed. Those who were drinking for the first time were choked and their faces turned red and their necks became thick. Some of them kept sticking out their tongues and grinning.

Seeing this scene, many people in the Qingque tribe couldn't help but laugh in good faith.

Han Cheng put down his wine bowl and looked at the more than 300 people who were about to go to the battle. He wanted to imitate a certain advertisement and shout to the sky: "Who is your commander?!"

"What is your mission?!"

But after thinking about it, he still did not shout out these very cool lines, but drew out the somewhat rough copper sword at his waist, pointed it diagonally at the sky and shouted: "Forward!"

The blood-red sun rose from the east, its light blooming, dyeing the white snow with a layer of enchanting red.

Many people holding weapons filed out of the Qingque tribe's gate, trampling on the snow.

Amid the shouts, the eldest brother, who was in the lead, led the deer and moved first under the guidance of the slave from the Sheep Tribe with tattoos on his face.

The deer's hooves trampled the snow, and the sleds left two wide snow tracks. The many dogs seemed to have a hard time trudging through the thick snow.

In the middle of the sleds lined up like a long dragon, a larger deer was pulling a longer sled.

A frame was built with tree sticks in front of the sled, with a bamboo pole tied in the middle of the frame. On the bamboo pole, the green bird flag newly embroidered by Sister Bai Xue was fluttering in the wind.

Next to the rack for tying flags, there is a drum stand with a big drum on it and the drumsticks placed next to the stand. Han Cheng, wearing leather gloves with black linen tied around his eyes, holds the wooden stand with one hand and the other hand on the hilt of the bronze sword worn at his waist. At his feet, Fu Jiang, the dog, is squatting.

Looking at the marching team, Han Cheng felt a little excited.

This was his first time to go into battle with the tribal warriors, and it was also the first time that the Qingque tribe attacked a tribe in such a high-profile manner.

I remember that the god of war Li Jing once attacked the Turks during a heavy snowy season, and defeated this arrogant northern country in one battle. He also captured the Turkic Khan and brought him to the Taiji Hall to perform the Huxuan dance. This time, I am also taking advantage of the heavy snow to attack. I wonder how much I can achieve...

Under the watchful eyes of the people of the Qingque tribe, the expeditionary team of the Qingque tribe just crushed the snow all the way towards the east. Except that everyone had a layer of black linen wrapped around their eyes which looked a bit strange, there didn't seem to be much wrong with them.

In the semi-agricultural tribe, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe, wrapped in thick leather, sat on a tree knot in the house, roasting by the fire, while looking outside.

A slight crackling sound attracted her attention. It was a branch of a tree in the tribe's courtyard that had not yet shed its leaves, broken by the heavy snow.

The branches drooped, and the accumulated snow on them fell down.

She had this tree deliberately left when the courtyard was built. The purpose was to provide shade for the people in the tribe in the summer.

Now that such a large branch was broken, the female priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe did not feel the slightest bit distressed. On the contrary, she felt a sense of relief and joy in her heart.

In fact, she has been in a very good mood since the heavy snow fell.

Because this means that for a long period of time in the future, their tribe will be in a very safe state.

During this period of time, he didn't need to think about the six tribesmen who never came back after they went out, nor did he need to think about where the rest of the Sheep Tribe had gone, nor did he need to worry about the mysterious tribe called Green Bird.

This made her feel very relaxed.

As she looked out, she saw several slaves from the Sheep Tribe carrying some hay to feed the livestock in the tribe.

Seeing these people, the female priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe became extremely angry.

What made her angry was not these slaves, but the people from the Sheep Tribe who surrendered to their tribe.

It has been such a long time, and these stupid guys haven't learned much of their tribal language. How can she not be angry when she is eager to get more news about the Qingque tribe from these people?