The eldest senior brother was worried about Han Cheng's safety and wanted to personally accompany Han Cheng to investigate the enemy situation, or directly replace Han Cheng.

Han Cheng did not agree to his senior brother's request to go in his place. What he got from other people's mouths was always not as clear as what he saw with his own eyes.

Because there are many details that I want to get, and some things I want to know, but there is no way to get them.

Han Cheng also did not agree to let his senior brother accompany him.

After all, after I left, the eldest brother was the one who could control the situation the most in the team.

If both of them are not in the team, trouble is inevitable.

As for his own safety, Han Cheng was not too worried, because Shang and Mao were all veterans in traveling in the wild. With them around, Han Cheng felt very safe.

Moreover, he just went there to take a look at the terrain around the semi-agricultural tribe and did not get too close.

After watching Han Cheng and his group leave, the eldest brother, who stayed in the tribe and was worried about the safety of the Son of God, vented his anxiety on the two semi-agricultural tribal slaves.

Without asking anyone else to do it, the eldest brother found two ropes and tied their hands and feet tightly.

After thinking about it, they still felt it was not satisfying enough, so they found two hard fruits, stuffed one into each person's mouth, and tied it with linen.

Looking at the two captives from the semi-agricultural tribe who were looking at him with horror and tied up like giant silkworms, the eldest brother suddenly felt a lot calmer.

Tying up these two guys was not just to vent the anxiety in my heart, but also an important reason was that this place was infinitely close to the semi-agricultural tribe, and it was necessary to prevent these two guys from turning against us and sneaking back to the tribe to inform them when no one was paying attention.

As war approaches, many things must be considered and we must not be careless...

The semi-agricultural village seemed very quiet under the heavy snow, and looked no different from the surrounding mountains, forests, plants and strange rocks.

The low round-roofed thatched houses looked even lower and more bloated under the heavy snow, almost merging with the snow on the ground around them.

From a distance, it looks like a large mushroom rising from the ground after the rain.

The only difference is that these mushrooms have wisps of smoke coming out of them.

These are the people living inside, making a fire to keep warm.

Next to the house where the priestess lived, the leader of the semi-agricultural tribe was sitting by the fire, stretching out his hands and feet to roast them.

While he was roasting the fire, his stomach would make a series of gurgling noises from time to time.

He was very hungry, but all he could do at this moment was to endure it.

Because the food stored in the tribe this year is not very sufficient, they need to save some food, and even he cannot eat too much.

After all, there is no need to go out hunting in winter, so it’s not a big deal if you go hungry.

After a while, he was very hungry and suddenly thought of the mysterious Qingque tribe.

It was obviously a tribe that was not very strong, but the female priest refused to let him go there to check it out.

If it were up to me, and I took a large number of people to attack that tribe, my tribe would not only have a lot of precious pottery and delicious salt, but I'm afraid they would even have a lot more food.

Why do we have to stay in the house and starve like we are now?

The leader of the semi-agricultural tribe, who had always thought that the female priests were very wise, now felt that the female priests were not wise at all in this matter.

Moreover, it was because the female priest did not listen to him and only allowed six people to follow the obedient person of the Sheep Tribe to investigate the secrets of the Sheep and the Green Bird Tribe. As a result, until now, the six people who went out have not returned.

If I had followed my own ideas and brought many people from the tribe with me, under the leadership of the obedient person from the sheep tribe, I might have been able to bring back a great harvest for the tribe, and those six strong men wouldn't have disappeared...

The leader of the semi-agricultural tribe thought so and used a small stick to pick up a piece of charcoal to make it burn more fully.

It seems that when the weather gets warmer and the ice and snow melt, I will need to take the people in the tribe out for a trip.

Just go to the mysterious Qingque tribe.

This time, I will not listen to the priestess no matter what...

The leader of the semi-agricultural tribe, holding a burning stick, thought firmly...

"One, two, three... twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one."

When the leader of the Ban-Agricultural Tribe was holding a smoking little stick and secretly imagining how to defeat the mysterious Ban-Agricultural Tribe and do whatever he wanted to them, the Ban-Agricultural Tribe welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

These people, who in his imagination he could do whatever he wanted to them, were now on the outskirts of their tribe, carefully spying on them.

Han Cheng poked his head out from behind a bare tree, searching the quiet semi-agricultural tribal settlement, counting quietly in his mouth.

He was counting the tribe's bloated, squat houses.

There are a total of thirty-one such houses. If we assume that there are eight people living in one house, there are 248 people in this tribe.

If there are ten people in one house, there are more than 300 people in this tribe.

Han Cheng even felt that ten people in one house might be too few.

Just like you can’t imagine how many people can fit in a Wuling Hongguang, the density of primitive people’s living is often not easy to guess.

But no matter which way of counting is used, there are quite a lot of people in this tribe, and it is certain that there are more than 200 people.

After counting these houses, Han Cheng continued to search the semi-agricultural tribe.

When he saw the simple donkey pen built with tree trunks, mud and grass in the middle of several houses, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile.

Because of the angle and distance, he couldn't clearly see how many donkeys were in the donkey pen, but after a rough estimate, he felt that there were at least no less than thirty.

So many donkeys, this is indeed a happy thing for Han Cheng.

After reading this, Han Cheng shifted his gaze and began to observe the terrain around the semi-agricultural tribe.

The semi-agricultural tribe was built on the southern slope of a large mound, near the bottom. The surrounding terrain was relatively gentle, but about a hundred meters up the mound, the slope became steep, making it difficult to climb and cross in such a snowy day.

A mile or two away from their tribe was a winding stream, but at this time the stream was covered with ice and snow. About 20 to 30 meters away on the other side of the stream was another relatively high post, where Han Cheng, Shang, Mao and others were at this time.

With these two hills in front and behind, when the semi-agricultural tribe is attacked tomorrow, the directions in which they can escape will be greatly restricted.

After secretly noting these down, Han Cheng already had a specific plan in mind for how to fight this battle...

The sky had been dark for a while, and in the inconspicuous valley, a number of snow houses appeared.

There was a fire in the snow house and it was very warm.

I felt very energetic before, but after eating and drinking, and being in such a warm environment, I fell into a deep sleep in a short while.

The eldest brother, however, was not very sleepy. He would come out of the snow house from time to time to look into the distance, feeling anxious because the Son of God had not returned yet.

“Woo woo…”

There was a barking dog on patrol outside the base. The eldest brother felt nervous and immediately picked up the weapon he was carrying and tensed his body.

Then, his body relaxed again.

Because he heard a familiar voice, scolding the dog in a low voice. As soon as the voice sounded, the dog suddenly became quiet.

Then several figures appeared under the moonlight...

Inside the snow house, Han Cheng tapped his feet on the stones beside the fire while holding the bowl with both hands and slowly slurping the hot soup into his mouth.

The white steam coming out of the animal-skin socks and the white steam coming out of the hot soup in the bowl floated in the snow house together, which was very fragrant.

Han Cheng didn't care about these things, he just kept slurping the hot soup.'

I drank half a bowl of hot soup in one go, and then I felt much warmer.

Shang, Mao and other people who came back with him basically all had the same appearance.

After drinking half a bowl of hot soup, Han Cheng slowed down the speed at which he sipped the soup and began to tell his senior brothers about what he had seen and heard today.

After sending Shang to sleep after his meal, Han Cheng asked Mao to call some tribal leaders over and arrange some things. After a busy period, the place finally became quiet.

This silence lasted until the second half of the night, when it was broken again as a figure quietly came out of the snow house.

There are quite a few of them, about thirty or forty.

After these figures stayed in the snow house for a while, they left without making much noise, stepping on the snow and heading towards the semi-agricultural tribe...

The weather has cleared up, and the silver moon hanging high in the night sky is casting a brilliant light.

The white snow reflects the silvery moonlight, illuminating the surroundings.

Shang brought a group of people to the place where they were this evening. He took a look at the vague semi-agricultural tribe from afar, then led his people to bypass here and head east.

The area where the semi-agricultural tribes are located can be roughly called a small river valley area, which generally runs from east to west.

To the east, about two miles away from the Semi-Agricultural Tribe, a north-south ridge extends from the hill behind the Semi-Agricultural Tribe. This ridge stops at the edge of the stream.

It is precisely because of the existence of this ridge that the river valley, which originally became wider as it went east, suddenly becomes narrow here, leaving only a width of less than 30 meters between it and the east-west hill to the south.

At this time, some people from the Qingque tribe, led by Shang, were busy here.

As the shovel was swung, pits soon appeared on the snow.

For the people of the Qingque tribe who were already familiar with digging, digging holes in the loose snow was extremely easy.

After the snow pit is dug, cover it with branches and dead grass, then cover the branches and dead grass with a net, and then cover the net with snow.

Such a trap is not difficult to set up.

While some people were doing this, someone on the east side of the trap area had set up two nets in a row, three meters apart.

These nets are different from those covering the traps. These three nets are set vertically, just like they were in the river.

Moreover, the net was very long, completely blocking the valley entrance which was about twenty to thirty meters wide.

Because the snow is quite thick, most of the two nets are buried in the snow, and they are not easy to notice if you don't look carefully.

Time passed slowly as everyone was busy. When the moon disappeared and the sky gradually brightened, Shang used the broom-like branch in his hand to sweep the snow on the last trap back and forth a few times, so as to eliminate as much trace of them as possible.

After doing all this, Shang and the rest of the people divided into several waves and hid on both sides of the trap.

While everyone took out some food they had brought with them last night and slowly ate it to satisfy their hunger, they looked at the traps they had set with excitement and anticipation. Some of them even touched the ropes they carried from time to time, looking as if they couldn't wait any longer.

Shang turned his gaze towards the direction of the snow house, thinking, I wonder if Shenzi and the others have gotten up yet...

Of course Han Cheng and the others were already up. When it was just dawn, everyone was awakened and the food had been prepared by the people assigned to them.

Some people didn’t sleep well last night, but most people rested very well.

When they thought about attacking the Bannong tribe today, everyone became as excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

After finishing their meal quickly, everyone headed towards the semi-agricultural tribe...

The crowd went around the hill in front of the Bannong tribe and came to the west of the valley. About three miles away from the Bannong tribe, under Han Cheng's command, everyone stopped and began to form a team.

The eighty people from the Green Bird tribe holding large shields, long spears and bows and arrows were in the middle, and the two hundred and ten people from the foreign tribe, one hundred and five on each side, were on both sides.

In the hands of these people, some were holding bronze spears that were temporarily lent to them by the Qingque tribe, but most of them were still holding their own various weapons.

However, it is worth mentioning that through traveling together along the way, these people have been able to maintain a certain formation.

They are far inferior to the warriors of the Green Bird Tribe, but compared with their previous laxity, they are much better.

On the one hand, this was due to their envy of the neat formations of the Qingque tribe warriors, and on the other hand, Han Cheng had given them some training.

"go ahead!"

Han Cheng drew out the crude bronze sword from his waist and pointed in the direction of the semi-agricultural tribe. Everyone followed his orders.

The reason why the drum was not beaten was because Han Cheng wanted the team to get closer to the Bannong tribe, because up to now, the people of the Bannong tribe had not discovered them...

Two slaves from the Sheep Tribe crawled out of an extremely low house that was almost completely covered by snow.

Although it was winter, as slaves they could not sleep much because they needed to get up to feed those annoying animals.

If they got up late, they would be beaten by these cruel men.

After stretching, the two Sheep Tribe slaves who turned around to grab hay were suddenly stunned, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

What did they see!

people!

So many people!

These people were like an unfolding net, stepping on the snow and surrounding them in a semi-encircled shape.

These people with weapons in their hands were very close to the tribe, so close that the two slaves from the Sheep Tribe could vaguely see a layer of white frost on their hair and eyebrows.

Why are so many people here?!

Shock and fear filled their hearts.

At this time, the blood-red sun jumped up from the east and its light shone down.

It fell on the bronze spear and the green bird flag fluttering in the wind, making them shine brightly!

They are from the Qingque tribe!

They have come to attack the evil tribe!

An astonishing light burst out from the eyes of these two dull slaves of the Sheep Tribe.

“Boom!”

Under the fluttering Green Bird flag, Han Cheng swung the drumstick hard, and a sound like muffled thunder suddenly exploded!