The high priest exchanged precious salted radish strips for a lot of corn from the Qingwu tribe. How can they march without dry food?
As for the salt, don't worry. The Sea Tribe brought a lot of it. After we conquer the White Mist Tribe, we can slowly boil the salt.
Corn is, of course, more filling than radish. After less than two days of marching, the guide in front said that they were almost there.
This foggy island is roughly hilly, with alternating forests and grasslands. It's hard to say whether it's a jungle or a grassland. Mountains? I haven't encountered any yet. The terrain is undulating, with a height difference of no more than a hundred meters.
"Chun Wu, Xia Wu, from now on, I will promote you two to team leaders. You can choose the ten soldiers under you. Now!" Ma Yue was very satisfied with the two guides. He immediately gave names to these two strong men from the Baiwu tribe and promoted them to their positions.
"Thank you, charlatan!" Chun Wu and Xia Wu were extremely excited. The power of their faith actually increased a little bit. It seemed that the trend was about to reach a high level.
Okay, as long as you are loyal, the purpose of promotion will be achieved.
Chun Wu and Xia Wu started to get busy, finding some soldiers they were familiar with, and the ten subordinates were reorganized.
"Do a good job! If you do well, it is not impossible for you to become a squadron leader in the future." Ma Yue patted Chun Wu and Xia Wu's shoulders affectionately and encouraged them further.
"We'll all be part of the same tribe from now on, and we'll all have equal opportunities for promotion. Chunwu and Xiawu are good role models for you. Everyone knows the living standards of our Sea Tribe, and in the future, the people of the White Mist Tribe will be the same as us. So, we're fighting here so that the people here can also live a good life..."
Ma Yue began to speak, giving some inspirational words. Regardless of whether his words were good or not, they were an encouragement to the one hundred strong men from the former White Mist Tribe.
Is life in the Sea Tribe indeed better than that in the White Mist Tribe? At least, they have salt to eat.
"This time, when attacking the White Mist Tribe, we'll try to capture captives. It would be best if we can avoid killing them, and even better if we can persuade them to surrender..."
Ma Yue said this, if you don’t scare the people of the White Mist Tribe, why would they surrender to you?
"Luo Bai, that's the general plan. Your most important task is to get rid of the remaining two leaders and three priests of the White Mist Tribe. Chun Wu and Xia Wu will be your best helpers. Understand?"
"I understand!" Luo Bai is not stupid. Ma Yue promoted two team leaders from the front line. The main purpose was to find the main targets that must be eliminated during the attack.
"The wildebeest team attacks!" Luo Bai waved his hand, and the fifty wildebeest teams began to charge. The others were divided into four groups and followed suit.
Ma Yue also joined the war with ten sword and shield men.
War is always cruel. The White Mist Tribe, which was suddenly attacked, rose up to resist. However, without a large-scale organization, they were only slightly hit by the wildebeest group, and their resistance was so weak.
It turned out that the one hundred strong men from the Baiwu tribe were quite powerful. They kept shouting and calling on the men, women, young and old in the Baiwu tribe to kneel on the ground and surrender as much as possible.
This is the benefit of speaking the same language.
Most of the people in the White Mist Tribe’s garrison are old and weak, and their resistance is too poor.
The wildebeests kept charging in all directions, and after half an hour, there was no more organized resistance.
Ma Yue finally saw Luo Bai. From Luo Bai's look, Ma Yue understood that the main target had been eliminated.
As long as the Baiwu tribe loses its leader and priest, it will not be able to unite in a short period of time. Then it will be easy for Ma Yue to deal with the rest, right?
A large number of people from the Qingwu tribe knelt on the ground, and the warriors of the Hai tribe indeed stopped killing.
It turned out that the one hundred strong men from the Baiwu tribe began to do ideological work on the people of the Baiwu tribe who were gradually gathering together. The general meaning of the lyrics was that their leader first led people across the sea to attack the Renhai tribe, but was defeated, so they came to take revenge, which was human nature.
Most importantly, describe how prosperous the sea tribe over there is...
More than a thousand men, women, young and old were gradually divided into seven or eight groups of different sizes. The majestic wildebeest team was in the middle, which was a deterrent.
Only after intimidation can grace be shown.
It's not possible without Ma Yue coming. It's not that easy to recapture this large tribe of more than a thousand people. Unless you kill them all, they are all human beings, and any number of them can work.
The White Mist Tribe's settlement also had a good supply of food—fish! Hai had taught them the art of catching fish, so the Green Mist Tribe still had a good supply of fish.
I've used almost all the pots I brought. What for? Cooking fish soup! Just add salt to the fish soup, and the taste...
There are not many pottery basins, and there are too many people from the White Mist Tribe, so let's take turns drinking.
This is the first round of sweet dates. We have salt. Do you want it?
At the beginning, the Baiwu tribe seized the salted radish and coarse salt from Baipi and others. However, for such a large tribe, only a few people could enjoy the taste of salt.
It turns out that the one hundred strong men of the White Mist Tribe all have some power of faith. Okay! After drinking the salty fish soup, it's time to divide into groups. All of these one hundred strong men of the White Mist Tribe became team leaders.
What does a team leader do? With so many captured Sea Tribe members, what's the point of having someone to lead them? The team leader's job is to lead a group of people and try to integrate them into the new big family of the Sea Tribe. He's kind of like a propaganda committee member.
Each team leader is in charge of more than a dozen people, regardless of gender, age or status. In this way, the basic organizational structure is established.
Among the more than one hundred able-bodied men and women and more than a thousand captives, men, women, young and old, the only ones left in the Hai tribe's expeditionary force were fifty wildebeest cavalrymen and fifty half-grown children's flying rifle team.
Ma Yue was not worried at all.
At night, a grand sacrificial ceremony took place, and the shamans came to perform their duties. Everyone was at the seaside, so they should all believe in the sea god, right? The power of "miracles" was infinite.
This time, there was no pictographic magic. In front of the crowd, rows of bonfires were lit one by one by Ma Yue's spiritual fire.
A miracle! Isn't it said that primitive people are basically superstitious? Coupled with the exaggeration of the original leader of the 100 strong men of the White Mist Tribe, thousands of White Mist Tribe men, women, young and old knelt on the ground, crawling at the feet of the charlatan Ma Yue.
Okay, Ma Yue took a rough look and found that around 700 new powers of faith had been created, more than half of them. Although these powers of faith were still relatively low-level, this was still quite good. This was just a preliminary integration, and with time, everyone would be better integrated.
Grouping, and regrouping again. The more than 700 people with preliminary faith power were divided into seven large groups, and the group leaders were all those with slightly higher faith power.
The remaining seven hundred or so people needed Ma Yue to further use his 'miracles' to guide them towards a bright future...
For four or five consecutive days, under the guidance of Ma Yue's continuous miracles, the vast majority of the more than a thousand people gained the basic power of faith.
There are less than three hundred people left, and they currently don’t have any power of faith. They are just a small part.
The technical personnel brought by Ma Yue began to select people continuously. The salt-boiling team was established first. It didn’t matter if their level of faith power was low. They would be replaced or eliminated slowly in the future.
A tool-making team, Lu, has also been established; the pottery-making team needs to be expanded, as the White Mist Tribe has too few basic pottery...
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