"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Under the high-standing Green Bird flag, Han Cheng held the drumstick in both hands and dropped it down again and again. Every time he dropped the drum, a muffled sound would erupt and spread in all directions.
In front of him, the people of the Qingque tribe who often participated in training formed a torrent.
The members of the Rattan Shield Team wearing rattan helmets held large shields nearly as tall as a person in their hands. They lined up one by one and stood at the front. A shield wall appeared from the flat ground.
The bronze spikes in front of the shield wall shone with cold light, and moved forward with the movement of the shield wall, bringing them a great sense of oppression.
The long-spear team, wearing rattan armor and rattan helmets, lined up behind the rattan shield team. The long bronze spears in their hands passed through the gap between the two shields, rushed in front of the shield wall, and pointed diagonally forward.
The archers and slingshot teams, also wearing rattan armor and helmets, were lined up on the left and right sides of the team as the left and right wings, holding strung bows and slingshots wrapped with copper-cast projectiles in their hands respectively.
With each bang of Han Cheng's drumstick, these neatly arranged teams would take a step forward. The speed was not fast, but the entire team pushed forward in an orderly manner, giving a very oppressive feeling.
The old primitive man and the rest of the people from the Wind Tribe and the Neighboring Wind Tribe who were standing aside and watching, looked at this neat team with awe and shock in their dull eyes, and their faces tanned by the sun turned a little pale.
The sound of the drum and the steps that the crowd took in unison with the drum seemed to be able to move people's hearts, as if every step was stepping on their hearts. Every time the drum sounded and every step was taken, their hearts shook violently.
Before today, the old primitive people always believed that the best way to fight was to rush forward quickly and attack the opponent before the other person could react.
This is not just true for fighting, it's also true for hunting.
It's not just the old primitive people who have this idea. The two tribes, or perhaps most people of this era, think so.
But now, after seeing the way the Green Bird tribe's army was advancing, the old primitive people's inherent ideas were suddenly strongly impacted, and they began to doubt the previous methods.
Looking at the shield wall with spikes and the bronze goerings sticking out in front of the shield wall, they shuddered involuntarily.
When facing such an opponent, the faster you run and the earlier you make contact with him, the faster you will die.
"Ready! Fire!"
The neatly organized team pushed forward, and when they were about thirty meters away from the straw man in front, someone from the archers and slingshot teams on both shouted out orders in no particular order.
After hearing the order, the people in the first row drew their bows and shot arrows at the straw man in front of them. After shooting the arrow, they stood still. The people in the second row with arrows nocked quickly stepped forward and surpassed the people in the first row, and shot arrows again at the order of that person.
After the people in the second row shot their arrows, the people in the first row who had fallen behind had already pulled arrows from their quivers, put arrows on the bowstrings, and then quickly stepped forward to overtake the people in the second row who were standing in place and came to the front. After pulling the bowstrings, they aimed at the straw man in front of them and shot.
Under the alternating shooting of the two rows of people, feather arrows fell forward in waves. The pause in between was not long, and the straw men in the front were hit by arrows one after another.
When the archers began to rain down arrows, the slingshot team on the other side also began to show their power. They swung their slingshots in a circle, making a whistling sound as they cut through the air.
Then he loosened one end of the slingshot, and the pills inside flew out with a whistling sound, hitting the straw men in front of him hard, making a "puff puff" sound, and two straw men were knocked directly to the ground.
"Boom!"
"kill!"
"Boom!"
"kill!"
The army slowly advanced forward, and when they were only ten steps away from the straw men, with each heavy thump of Han Cheng's drumstick, the soldiers in the army not only took a step forward in unison, but also shouted in unison, "Kill!"
After moving forward a few steps while shouting "kill", those holding the long spears, while shouting the word "kill" angrily, stabbed the long spears in their hands fiercely at the straw man in front of them.
After stabbing it out, he quickly retracted it, and then, accompanied by the shout of "kill" that rang out again and reached the sky, he stabbed the long spear in his hand fiercely.
As the army moved forward, the men of the rattan shield team, holding large shields and forming a wall of spiked shields, also began to show their power.
They all pushed forward the rattan shields in their hands with uniform shouts of killing. The bronze spikes on the long bronze shields easily pierced into the straw men. As they exerted their strength, the remaining straw men were all knocked down.
After the army pushed forward, the place where the many straw men were originally standing became flat, and many straw men fell to the ground in all directions, with not a single one standing.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The shrill sound of a gong rang out, and the slowly advancing army stopped, and then began to slowly retreat.
This kind of retreat does not mean turning around and running back in a hurry, nor does it mean the rear team becoming the front team. Instead, it continues to maintain the formation and slowly retreats facing forward.
"Bang!"
After Han Cheng struck the gong hard with the hammer, the retreating troops stopped.
Compared to when they first started moving forward, the team seemed a lot more disorganized, but the basic formation was still there, and they only needed a slight adjustment to launch an attack again.
The old primitive man of the Wind Tribe sat on the ground, looking at the silent army composed of many people. His face turned pale and his body was shaking slightly.
He had been sitting on the ground for quite a while. When waves of arrows flew out from the marching army, and when everyone in the army shouted "kill" in unison and thrust out their bronze spears, he could no longer hold on and sat down on the ground.
There were many people like him who were sitting on the ground and unable to get up. They looked at the team that was still in neat order after retreating, their faces turned pale and their bodies were shaking.
No wonder the vicious Teng Snake tribe was destroyed!
Facing such an irresistible person, it would be strange if the Tengshe tribe was not destroyed!
The kind and wealthy Qingque tribe, in addition to being kind and wealthy, also has such a powerful and inviolable military force!
Some people felt fear and shock, while others were shaking with excitement. They looked at the silent army formation with longing and felt their blood boiling.
This is a feeling that they could not experience when they were hunting. This feeling is called hot-bloodedness, and it is a bit intoxicating.
"Stand at attention!"
"At ease!"
"Look to the right!"
“Look forward!”
"Stand at attention!"
Han Cheng put down the gong and walked in front of the silent army, shouting out a series of commands that the old primitive people could not understand.
Just as they were still puzzled about the meaning of the series of commands shouted by the Son of God, something extremely surprising happened to them.
The team seemed a little scattered after retreating, but after the Son of God shouted words that they could not understand, they moved quickly. After a short while, they became orderly again, as orderly as before they marched.
It was amazing enough that such a thing happened, but then the old primitive people discovered something even more surprising.
"This time, the performance is not as good as in previous trainings! How many times have we practiced this kind of military formation? Why can't we advance and retreat in an orderly manner?!"
Han Cheng looked at everyone and questioned loudly. Some of the people who were originally complacent suddenly lost their complacency. They stood there like children who had made a mistake, not daring to meet Han Cheng's gaze.
"More training in peacetime means less bloodshed in war! How many times have I told you this? Why can't you remember it?!
Now, spread out and do fifty push-ups each as punishment!"
After Han Chengxun finished, he announced the punishment.
After this punishment was announced, everyone in the army breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to punishments like doing push-ups and running, they were more afraid of the reprimand from the Son of God.
So they spread out one by one, bent down, put their palms in the snow and worked quickly. After a while, those who had finished began to shout reports and then stood up.
After a long period of training, even animals can understand some commands. For example, now most of the deer and donkeys in the tribe, after being harnessed to the cart, just shout "Ha!" and they will move forward on their own without being driven by whips or anything like that.
The training of these military formations of the Qingque tribe has been going on for several years, and everyone has great faith in Han Chengdu and is very serious about their work, so the sudden change at this moment seems very abrupt and unreasonable. But after careful consideration, you will find that such a result is not abrupt at all.
On the contrary, it is unreasonable that after such a long period of training, we have not achieved the current results.
The old primitive people, who were already shocked, now opened their mouths wide with a dazed look on their faces.
This...how could this be?
This frightened them so much that they could not get up from their positions in the army formation, but they were actually scolded by the Son of God.
This is not good? Then what is good?
After living in the Qingque tribe for a few days, the old primitive people who thought they had greatly enhanced their psychological endurance now felt as if their entire bodies were being pressed against the ground and rubbed over and over again.
Han Cheng did this, of course, not intentionally to show off in front of the two tribes. The main reason was to prevent these people from being too proud.
Only by being strict with them can they do better and enforce discipline.
"Disband!"
After everyone finished doing push-ups and gave the command to line up, Han Cheng gave the order to disband. The first and most important sport of the sports meeting - the military exercise - came to an end.
The scattered warriors went back to take off their armor. During this gap, the women of the Qingque tribe came on the field and started playing shuttlecock kicking in groups of ten.
These shuttlecocks are made of chicken feathers or goose feathers. The feathers on them are dyed with paint. They look quite beautiful. As people kick them, they flutter up and down in the air like beautiful butterflies.
When the military formation drill was over and the shuttlecock kicking competition began, the field, which had seemed solemn and serious before, was soon filled with jubilation.
"One hundred and thirty-one! One hundred and thirty-two! ..."
The shuttlecock kicking competition reached a critical moment. After two rounds of competition, the top eight were selected.
What is being done now is to rank the top eight and then distribute rewards based on the rankings.
The person kicking shuttlecock now is Bai Xuemei, a child bride who is already the mother of two children. She is very talented in many things, such as kicking shuttlecock at this moment.
There was a circle of people around them, leaving enough space for them to count in unison.
At this moment, these women have given up the idea of competing for the first place, and they all want to see how many kicks Sister Bai Xue can kick.
"Two hundred and one, two hundred and two, two hundred and zero...ah..."
When they counted to over two hundred, the shuttlecock that seemed to be growing on Sister Bai Xue's feet fell to the ground, and everyone sighed with regret.
Looking at Bai Xuemei who was holding the shuttlecock with a beaming look on her face, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff. It seemed that it was not unfair at all that he was crushed by his own wife's strength. This was the terrifying thing about talented players!
"Ready! Go!"
At the edge of the runway that had been cleaned in advance and circled with lime powder, Han Cheng gave an order and struck the gong hard, and the thirty people who were ready ran away.
The most eye-catching performance among them was the old primitive man from the Wind Tribe.
Because he had never participated in this kind of running competition before, he was obviously half a beat slower when he started.
But the king is the king. Even if he started late, he is still not comparable to a group of bronzes. Next is the old primitive man with old legs, who shows off his superhuman perfect skills all the way.
When they reached the finish line three hundred meters away, the old primitive man who started the latest was already far ahead.
Han Cheng's eyes widened when he saw this scene. It seemed that what this guy said about successfully escaping from the pursuit of the Tengshe tribe was all true.
If there wasn't a long-legged man in his tribe, all the people in the tribe would have been crushed by this old primitive man who looked quite old but could run surprisingly fast.
"Ha ha……"
The old primitive man, who successfully participated in the Green Bird Tribe Sports Games and got the second place, was smiling from ear to ear.
"fall!"
The second brother half-hugged the waist of a guy in front of him with one hand, and held the guy's arm with the other hand. He exerted all his strength and at the same time stretched out one leg to trip the guy's leg. With a low shout, the guy who was wrestling with him fell down.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
Here, where the archery competition is taking place, people line up and shoot arrows at the target in front of them.
Feather arrows flew out and hit the target, making a thudding sound.
There were many people participating in the archery competition, because except for those who were too young, almost everyone in the tribe could shoot arrows. Even Han Cheng, who was not very talented in sports, could draw the bow and shoot a few arrows when he had nothing to do.
The target is similar to the ones commonly seen in later generations. At the very center of the target, there is a red center circle, followed by concentric circles.
Each person participating in the archery competition has ten arrows, and they compete to see who can hit the target more times and get a better number of arrows.
Compared with running competitions, the winner of an archery competition is easier to determine because the number of arrows hit and the number of rings can be clearly seen.
But running is not possible.
Because there is no stopwatch in the tribe.
It is also unrealistic to let everyone run together, because there are too many people participating in the tribe, and this is a middle-short race, not an extraordinary marathon, so it can only be carried out in batches.
Although Han Cheng had tried to increase the number of people in each group as much as possible when dividing the team, the preliminary competition was still completed in five groups.
Han Cheng also spent a lot of time to decide the ranking.
It was finally decided to select the top ten from each group, break them up, and have them compete in a rematch with groups of 25.
Then the top ten from these two groups will be taken out and put into one group for the finals.
This method is certainly not very good. After all, there are differences in strength between groups. People who are assigned to a group with more strong people will definitely suffer some losses.
However, because Han Cheng directly increased the number of people in each group participating in the semi-finals to ten, this unfairness in grouping can be reduced as much as possible.
After all, no matter whether you are divided into a strong group or a weak group, if you can't even make it into the top ten, it is impossible to achieve good results in the semi-finals and finals.
After a long period of competition, the results of the archery competition finally came out. The first place winner was a man named Skinny Monkey.
This guy used to be a slave of the Tengshe tribe. Last year, Han Cheng freed him from his slave status because of his outstanding performance. He became a second-level citizen of the Qingque tribe and was thus eligible to have access to various weapons in the tribe.
Skinny Monkey is very talented in archery, otherwise he would not have won the first place in the archery competition in just one year.
The skinny monkey who got the first place couldn't hide the smile on his face. Although he knew that the reason he was able to get the first place was because his junior brother Sha didn't come back from Tongshan to participate in the competition, he still felt very happy.
After all, he had only been practicing archery for a year, and he was very satisfied with the results.
You know, archery is the competition with the largest number of participants!
"ha!"
"ha!"
In a field covered with a thick layer of snow and with nothing planted, more than 20 sleds carrying the same loads and weights were lined up, with a person sitting on each sled driving the donkey or deer that pulled the cart.
Following Han Cheng's order, the excellent drivers in the tribe shook the reins, waved the whips, and shouted loudly to urge the animals pulling the carts to move forward, starting a primitive racing journey, although this was a car without wheels...
Han Cheng couldn't help but smile as he watched the sleds being driven forward quickly and splashing snow.
Organizing competitions like drag racing in this era is not just Han Cheng's bad taste, but a very necessary thing.
Fighting in winter is the best time Han Cheng has decided to launch an attack in case of future wars that may occur in the tribe.
It is precisely because of this that Han Cheng postponed the tribal sports meeting to after the snow fell.
When waging war in winter, a sled is an indispensable weapon, so it is no surprise that there are sled racing competitions.
Compared with running races between people, sled racing is more eye-catching.
The people scattered around were running in the direction of the sled, shouting and yelling, full of speed and excitement.
Many people were regretting why they had not thought about learning to drive before. Otherwise, they would be able to drive the animals and ride on the sled with these people and race across the snow.
Han Cheng looked at this scene and suddenly understood why so many people like racing...
As competitions are carried out one after another, an incompatible passion and vitality appear in this snow-covered world.
When the sky was about to darken, the last event of the Qingque tribe's first sports meeting was finally over.
The award ceremony was not carried out immediately because it was already late. In addition to the awards, some slaves who had performed outstandingly during the year were freed from their slavery and granted citizenship certificates of the Green Bird tribe in public.
Some outstanding second-level citizens also need to go one step further and become first-level citizens of the Qingque tribe.
It would take a lot of time to handle all these things, so Han Cheng put them all off until the next day.
That night, the afterglow of the sports meet had not yet faded, and many people were lying on the warm earthen kang, unable to sleep.
Everyone was talking excitedly about what happened at today's sports meeting, talking about those unforgettable things.
Some people regretted and said what would have happened if they had not made the mistake, and they made up their minds to practice well in the future.
Most of those who got good rankings and confirmed that they will win awards tomorrow are excited and expectant, and are looking forward to tomorrow coming sooner.
Big Foot was also so excited that he could not sleep. Tomorrow he would officially become a citizen of the tribe!
The next day, just after daybreak, people from the Qingque tribe got up, and quite a few of them.
Everyone began to prepare for today's award ceremony and joining the Qingque tribe...
Sunlight filtered through the clouds, leaving beautiful beams of light in the sky, like searchlights. One of the beams happened to fall on the Qingque flag and the platform under the Qingque flag, covering the flag, the platform, and Han Cheng, Wu, the eldest brother and other giants of the Qingque tribe who were sitting on the platform. It looked extremely magical.
All the people gathered in Qingque Square were stunned, and the two people from the Feng tribe and the neighboring Feng tribe were even more stunned.
The old charlatan Wu looked so excited that his whole body was shaking.
"Son of God! Son of God!"
The old charlatan, who had never been paid attention to by the gods in his life, had his lips trembling with excitement. He pointed at this miraculous scene and could not say anything to Han Cheng except calling him "Son of God".
The rest of the people in the tribe also followed the witch's shouting at this time, and they all looked at Han Cheng with admiration and extreme respect in their eyes.
Such a magical scene must be because of the Son of God!
Otherwise, why had they never seen such a wonder before? And this pillar of light was covering the exact spot where the Son of God was? !
Looking at the respectful and fanatical eyes of the crowd, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. This was really a matter of probability that could not be any smaller, but now he happened to encounter it, and in front of so many people.
It's really true, you can't help but pretend to be cool!
Could it be that this is the halo of being the protagonist?
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