I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng expressed his considerations and thoughts piece by piece to Shaman, the Eldest Senior Brother, the Second Senior Brother, the Third Senior Brother, Shang, Gu, and Mao.

Once they understood, everyone nodded in agreement.

Shang and Mao smiled. After hearing Shaman mention the food issue, they also felt some concern.

They wanted to attack the Flying Snake Tribe to rescue the remaining clansmen but were worried about whether there would be enough food in the tribe, which left them feeling extremely conflicted.

However, after Han Cheng’s reminder, they suddenly saw things.

With the food issue no longer a concern, everything else that followed became manageable.

Shaman also raised his hand to gently pat his head, realizing that he had forgotten about the food reserves stored within the Flying Snake Tribe itself.

With this most pressing concern resolved, Shaman felt great relief.

Seeing that the divine child supported pressing the advantage to annihilate the Flying Snake Tribe, he no longer voiced any opposition.

After the discussion, it was already getting late. Han Cheng and the others exited the meeting hall, and a chill swept through, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

Han Cheng looked around and then walked toward where the slaves were held.

Not far from the pigpen, four members of the Green Sparrow Tribe, wrapped in thick fur, were armed and guarding the area.

He asked a few people some questions and glanced into the pigpen.

At that moment, some restless Flying Snake Tribe captives were startled awake. They appeared fearful as they looked outside, unsure of what the group wanted to do at this hour.

Han Cheng paused momentarily, instructing them to bring more furs from the cave, specifically those not tanned.

Before long, a few people returned carrying several bundles of furs.

Most of these had been exchanged by the last group from the original Donkey Tribe, who had brought pottery and salt from other tribes.

Because the Green Sparrow Tribe had enough tanned furs and had been busy dealing with the Flying Snake Tribe during this time, these furs remained untanned and were stored there.

Under Han Cheng's orders, they were being brought over to be distributed to the slaves in the pigpen.

These furs would not be tanned anymore; since they were now slaves, there should naturally be a distinction in terms of food, clothing, and supplies compared to the citizens of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

The tribe's citizens wore clothes made from tanned furs, while the slaves wore untanned furs. This would become the norm in the Green Sparrow Tribe in the future.

With the fire ignited, some of the slaves huddled together and were shaken awake by those who were still alert.

Upon opening their eyes and seeing the bright firelight and the people standing outside, they recalled the day’s events, instantly filled with fear.

Before the fear could fully spread among those who were woken, several furs were tossed over their heads, instantly dispelling their terror.

The furs felt warm to the touch, keeping the chill at bay.

Those startled awake looked at the furs in their hands and then at the silent figures who handed them the furs, feeling a mix of suspicion and various emotions.

Many were touched by the tribe's kind gesture, regretting their decision to attack this tribe.

The sentiment of regretting their decision to attack had already started flowing through most of their hearts since the trap had killed the unicorn.

However, the current regret felt different from before.

The former was born from fear, while the latter stemmed from being moved.

“Let’s go; there’s no need to guard here anymore.”

Watching several bundles of furs being distributed, Han Cheng said to the few members of the Green Sparrow Tribe who were standing guard.

“Divine Child, they…”

Shaman and the Eldest Senior Brother pointed to the many captives in the pigpen, worried that without anyone watching them, these captives might become restless.

After all, it was only their first day in the tribe.

Han Cheng smiled and replied, “It’s fine…”

This wasn't because Han Cheng had suddenly developed some mysterious confidence, believing that today’s measures had subdued the captives.

This could be inferred from the fact that the few people he had called away did not return to the house but instead took a detour. After the flames near the pigpen went out, they quietly moved to a spot not too far from the pigpen, hiding in the darkness.

Han Cheng's strategy was to keep the outside relaxed while being strict inside, converting the visible sentinels into hidden guards.

The goal was to see if any of the captives would show signs of unrest; if so, he could catch them and make an example, using them to scare the others.

After Shaman, the Eldest Senior Brother, and others understood Han Cheng’s intentions, they all gave a thumbs up, praising the cunning of their great divine child.

As the night ultimately settled, the houses were dark, and few sounds came from the pigpen. The slaves, covered with animal skins and feeling warm, gradually fell asleep.

After years of captivity, the roosters flapped their wings and crowed randomly. Their calls were quite different from those of later generations, but they were still capable of crowing.

Amidst these crowing sounds, the Green Sparrow Tribe began to wake up from their sleep.

Unlike the leisurely and refreshing mornings of the past, the Green Sparrow Tribe felt somewhat tense this morning.

This was because the great divine child Han, after washing up, stood in front of the blue-brick house and struck the gong.

The gong echoed in the morning, traveling far and wide, instantly tensing the atmosphere in the tribe.

Looking at the crowd gathered in front of the blue-brick house, Han Cheng announced their decision last night—to attack the Flying Snake Cave directly!

The ordinary people of the Green Sparrow Tribe had no objections to this matter and were very happy about it.

Most of the people in the Green Sparrow Tribe had pent-up frustration towards that tribe, which had attacked them repeatedly.

Hearing this news, they naturally felt eager to participate.

Han Cheng was delighted with the crowd's reaction and then began to select troops and commanders.

Naturally, the spear and vine shield teams could not be left out.

The archery and slingshot teams also each contributed half of their members, led by the Eldest Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and Shang.

Along with them were non-regular personnel, including Mao, two members of the original Donkey Tribe, and Tu Mao, who had lived in the Flying Snake Tribe for several years.

In total, there were sixty-seven people.

After announcing this decision, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe immediately began to prepare.

Those selected had the main task of restocking their weapons and conserving their energy, awaiting departure two days later.

The rest of the people started preparing food for them and also accelerated the production of animal skin bags.

These animal skin bags were to be used for transporting food obtained from the Flying Snake Tribe, so naturally, more needed to be made.