"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 with 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 wings 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?
在青雀部落住了几天之后，自认为心理承受能力已经大大增强的老原始人他们，此刻只觉得整个人都被按在地板上摩擦，一遍又一遍的那种。
韩成这样做，当然不是故意要在这两个部落面前淡淡的装上一逼，最为主要的原因还是为了防止这些人过于骄傲。
只有对他们的要求严格了，他们才能做的更好，更能做到令行禁止。
“解散！”
众人做完俯卧撑，一番口令整队之后，韩成下达了解散的命令，运动会第一项运动，也是最为重要的一项运动——军队演练就此结束。
散开的战士们纷纷回去卸甲，在这个空档里，青雀部落的女人们上了场，开始十个一批的进行踢毽子比赛。
这些用鸡毛或者是鹅毛做成的毽子，上面的羽毛都被人用颜料给染上了颜色，看上去颇为好看，随着众人一脚一脚的踢着，如同一只只漂亮的花蝴蝶一样在空中上下翻飞。
当军阵演练结束之后，随着踢毽子比赛的拉开序幕，之前还显得庄严肃杀的场地上，很快就被欢腾所充满。
“一百三十一！一百三十二！……”
踢毽子的比赛到了关键的时刻，经过两轮的比赛之后，选出来了前八强。
现在正在进行的就是给前八强进行排名，而后根据排名发放奖励。
现在这踢毽子的人是白雪妹，这个已经是两个孩子娘的童养媳，在不少事情上都非常的有天分，就比如此刻的踢毽子。
周围围了一圈的人，留出足够大的空间的她们，在那里齐声数着数。
此刻这些女人们已经放弃了争夺第一的念头，全都是想要看看，白雪妹到底能踢多少个。
“二百零一，二百零二，二百零……唉……”
当数到两百多的时候，仿佛长在白雪妹脚上的毽子落在了地上，众人齐齐发出惋惜的长叹。
看着拿着毽子一脸喜气洋洋的白雪妹，韩成忍不住的吸吸鼻子，看来自己当初被自家婆娘实力碾压一点都不冤啊，这就是天赋型选手的恐怖之处啊！
“预备！跑！”
提前清理好并用石灰粉圈出来的跑道边上，韩成一声令下，同时用力的敲打了一下铜锣之后，做好准备的三十个人拔腿就跑。
这其中表现最为抢眼的就是风部落的老原始人。
因为之前的时候基本没有接触过这种跑步比赛的缘故，所以在起跑的时候，他明显慢了半拍。
不过王者就是王者，哪怕是起跑晚了，也一样不是一群青铜所能够比拟的，接下来就是人老腿不老的老原始人，一路超人的完美炫技了。
等到了三百米外的终点之后，起步最晚的老原始人已经遥遥领先了。
这样的一幕看的韩成瞪大了眼珠子，看来这家伙说他当初从腾蛇部落的追赶中成功的跑掉，都是真的。
如果不是自己部落里还有一个长腿在，那这次部落的所有人，都要被这个明明看上去年纪已经不小了，却跑到出奇的快的老原始人给实力碾压了。
“哈哈……”
成功参与到青雀部落运动会之中，并得到了第二的好名次的老原始人笑开了花。
“倒！”
二师兄用手半搂着面前一个家伙的腰，另外一只手握住这人的胳膊，浑身用力，同时一条腿也伸出去拌住这人的腿，随着一声低喝响起，这个和他摔跤的人，应声而倒。
“笃、笃、笃……”
进行射箭比赛的这里，排成一排的人，对着前面的靶子进行射箭。
一根根羽箭飞出，射在靶子之上，发出笃笃的声响。
参与射箭比赛的人很多，因为部落里除了年纪太小的人，几乎没有不会射箭的，就连韩成这个在运动上面天赋不怎么强的人，没事了也能拉开弓来上两箭。
箭靶和后世常见的那种箭靶样式差不多，箭靶的最中心处，被弄上了一个红色的圆心，而后是一圈一圈同心圆。
参与射箭的人，每人十支箭，看谁射中靶子的次数多，且环数好。
与跑步比赛相比，射箭比赛的胜负比较好分出，因为射中了几支箭，环数如何都可以明明白白的看到。
但是跑步就不成了。
因为部落里没有秒表。
让所有人在一起一块跑也现实，因为部落里参赛的人太多，并且这是中短跑，而不是超常的马拉松，所以只能分批次进行。
尽管韩成分组的时候已经尽可能的把每组的人往多了分了，但初步的比赛还是分了五组才进行完。
为了决定出名次来，韩成也花费了很多的心思。
最终决定把每组的前十名都选出来，打散之后，参加二十五人一组的复赛。
然后再将这两组的前十名弄出来分成一组，进行决赛。
这样的办法当然有些不太好，毕竟组与组之间也有强弱之分，被分到强人多的组中的人，一定会吃一些亏。
不过因为韩成将每组参加复赛的人员的名额直接弄到了十个的缘故，这种分组上的不公平，也能被尽可能的拉低了。
毕竟不管是被分到强组还是弱组，连前十名都进不了，想要在复赛以及决赛之中取得好的成绩，都是没有什么可能的。
好一阵儿的比拼之后，射箭比赛的结果也终于出来，获得第一的是一个叫做瘦猴的人。
这家伙以前是腾蛇部落的奴隶，去年的时候因为表现优秀被韩成解除了奴隶的身份，成为了青雀部落的二级公民，从而有资格接触到部落里的各种武器。
瘦猴在射箭方面是很有天赋的，不然的话也不会在短短的一年的时间里就在射箭比赛里取得了第一的好成绩。
取得第一名好成绩的瘦猴脸上的笑容怎么都收不住，虽然他知道，自己之所以能够取得第一的好成绩，是因为沙师弟在铜山没有回来参加比赛的缘故，但心里的快乐还是一点都没有少。
毕竟他练习弓箭也不过是才一年的时间而已，能够取得这样的成绩，他已经非常的满意了。
要知道，射箭可是参加的人数最多的一项比赛！
“哈！”
“哈！”
在覆盖了一层厚厚积雪的、什么都没有种的田地里，二十多辆拉着同等物品、同等重量的爬犁一字排开，爬犁之上各自坐了一个人驾驭拉车的驴子或者是鹿。
随着韩成的一声令下，这些部落里的优秀的驭手们便一个个抖动着缰绳，挥舞着鞭子，大声喊叫着催促着拉车的牲口向前驶去，开始了原始时代的飙车之旅，虽然这是没有轱辘的车……
韩成看着这些在驭手们的驾驭之下朝着前方快速而去的、溅起雪花的爬犁，不由的笑了笑。
在这个时代组织类似飙车一般的比赛，这并不是韩成的恶趣味，而是一件很有必要的事情。
冬天时候进行打仗，是韩成为部落里今后可能会发生的战争定下的、最好的出击时间。
也正是因为如此，韩成才会把部落里的运动会放到落雪之后。
而在冬季里对外发动战争，爬犁这一利器是万万不能少的，所有出现飙爬犁的比赛也就不足为奇了。
相对于人与人之间的赛跑，赛爬犁可就更能吸引人的眼球了。
散在周围的人一边随着爬犁驰的方向奔跑，一边在那里大呼小叫，充满了速度与**。
许多人都在后悔，为什么之前的时候就没有想着学着驾车，不然的话这会儿也能和这些人一起，驱赶着牲口坐在爬犁之上在雪地里狂飙了。
韩成看着这一幕，忽然间就有些明白为什么会有不少人喜欢赛车了……
一项项比赛在进行着，银装素裹的世界里出现了与之不相配的**与活力。
天色快要暗淡下来的时候，青雀部落的第一届运动会最后一个项目才算是彻底结束。
颁奖的事情没有立即进行，因为时间已经不早了，除了颁奖之外，还要对这一年中表现突出的一些奴隶解除奴隶身份，当众授予青雀部落公民身份证。
一些表现突出的二级公民也需要更进一步，成为青雀部落的一级公民。
这些事情操办下来，需要很多的时间，所以韩成将这些都放在了第二天。
这天晚上，运动会的余韵还未曾散去，躺在暖和的土炕上，许多人都没有睡意。
众人都是兴致高昂的谈论着今天运动会上发生的种种，说着那些令人难忘的事情。
有的人在懊悔，说如果不是自己失误了该如何如何，并下定决心以后一定好好练习。
那些拿到了好的名次、确认明天将会获奖的人，大多都是既兴奋，又期待，盼望着明天早些到来。
大脚同样也是激动的难以入眠，明天自己就正式成为部落里的公民了！
第二天，天刚蒙蒙亮，青雀部落就有人起来了，而且起来的人还不少。
众人开始为今天的颁奖兼加入青雀部落的仪式做准备……
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?