I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 285 – Fight
Not far from the Green Sparrow Tribe, the leader of the Bone Tribe led his people, hiding in the grass and trees, quietly observing the tribe.
After watching for a while and seeing no opportune moment, they openly came out with ladders and weapons, heading towards the main gate of the Green Sparrow Tribe to the south.
They were familiar with the terrain around the Green Sparrow Tribe and knew that besides the main gate, a wide ditch surrounded the rest of the tribe, making it difficult to approach the walls.
So they carried ladders and headed straight for the gate.
The Second Senior Brother stood on the wall with a sling, pacing in a small circle. After sleeping for the morning, he looked very energetic.
“Huh, why are there more people coming?” He saw the Bone Tribe and then shouted to sound the alarm, banging on the gong.
The sound awakened some people still sleeping in their houses and quickly ran towards the wall.
The shaman also came out of the house and hurried towards the wall.
Before he could get there, the people who had rehearsed many times had already done what needed to be done.
“Why are these guys here again?” The second senior brother had already recognized the newcomers’ identities.
Looking at this group of people who seemed somewhat strange compared to before, he felt puzzled.
He told the shaman about what he had seen.
Before Han Cheng arrived, the shaman was the wisest person in the Green Sparrow Tribe. After hearing what the second senior brother said and considering their tribe’s current situation, he vaguely guessed what was going on.
“Be prepared; they want to attack the tribe,” the shaman shouted to the people on the wall.
Then, he climbed a shaky ladder.
Facing such a situation, even though he was old, he was still unwilling to lag.
Upon hearing this, the second senior brother and the others were stunned, and many laughed.
They still remembered vividly the scene when the Flying Snake Tribe came to attack them in the winter.
Although they hadn’t practiced much at the time, they were able to defeat the Flying Snake Tribe—not to mention now.
Although there were fewer people in their tribe without the leaders, there weren’t as many people from the Bone Tribe as there were from the Flying Snake Tribe back then.
Moreover, their walls were not as high as they were now, nor were there bows, arrows, and slings that could attack from a distance.
These guys, who often shot straw men with bows and smashed tree stumps with slings, had long wanted to try their hands, but unfortunately, the tribe that suffered a significant loss from them never came back, which made them very regretful.
Unexpectedly, today, the Bone Tribe wanted to attack their tribe, which just scratched the itch of the second senior brother and the others.
The people gripped their bows, held slings, and prepared to throw stone spears, waiting for the Bone Tribe to come closer.
The leader of the Bone Tribe didn’t rush forward without a second thought. Instead, when they were still about a hundred meters away from the Green Sparrow Tribe, he stopped and looked towards the wall of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
He was cautious, afraid that the Eldest Senior Brother and the others would suddenly return during their absence.
After careful observation and not seeing the Eldest Senior Brother and the others, a smile appeared on the leader of the Bone Tribe.
When he saw the weapons held by the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, his smile became even more pronounced.
There weren’t many of these guys holding stone spears or stones, but many were holding curved wooden sticks and soft ropes.
He had never seen people from this tribe use such weapons, but based on his experience, he knew these weapons had little power.
Today was the day for him to lead his people and conquer this tribe.
Thinking joyfully like this, he saw the smiles on the faces of the second senior brother and some others. He was first stunned, then followed by silently laughing along.
These people probably didn’t know the purpose of his visit this time, thinking they were coming as usual to trade.
That was even better; it would reduce casualties among his tribe’s people.
“$$#%$^”
Having assessed the situation, he completely relaxed, feeling rather pleased, and continued leading his people towards the Green Sparrow Tribe.
The shaman climbed the ladder and saw the Bone Tribe approaching with ladders.
“Let’s not attack first,” the shaman said to the second senior brother and others, whose anticipation outweighed their fear.
He wasn’t being weak, allowing others to bully them, and still hoping for peace. He remembered the strategy of salt that the Divine Child, he, and the leader had discussed.
In their original plan, including the Bone Tribe, several nearby tribes were supposed to be merged gradually into their tribe.
The people of the Bone Tribe had long been on his mind.
Now, if a fight broke out, many people from the Bone Tribe would inevitably die. For the shaman, this would weaken the strength of their tribe, so he gave this instruction.
Then he spoke to the leader of the Bone Tribe, gesturing to convey his meaning.
The shaman was more inclined towards the strategy formulated by Han Cheng, which aimed to avoid casualties as much as possible.
So, he wanted the leader of the Bone Tribe and others to stop and not move forward.
When the leader of the Bone Tribe saw the shaman’s demeanor, his smile widened. He thought the shaman was afraid, so he made such a gesture.
So after the shaman shouted and gestured, he not only didn’t stop but urged everyone to hasten their pace.
The other people of the Bone Tribe, seeing the usually mysterious shaman now acting like this, were even more certain. They believed the words the leader had said before, thinking they could easily take down this wealthy tribe.
“Shaman,” the second senior brother shouted, holding a sling.
The shaman sighed when he heard his words and saw the Bone Tribe people, who were now speeding up rather than slowing down. He didn’t say anything further, nodded vigorously at the second senior brother and others, then found a place where he wouldn’t be in the way and entered a state of observation.
“Attack!”
After seeing the shaman nod in agreement, the second senior brother didn’t waste any words. After shouting, he swung the sling he had prepared over his head.
With sharp whistling sounds, the projectiles flew out.
The others either swung their slings or shot arrows, aiming at the people of the Bone Tribe, who were still sixty to seventy meters away from the wall.
The Green Sparrow Tribe had selected thirty people who regularly participated in training, but that didn’t mean the others had completely given up on practicing slings and bows and arrows.
Few people in the tribe disliked these two things, which could greatly extend the distance of attack.
Their accuracy might not be as good as those specially selected, but the distance wasn’t much different.
At a time like this, they could still play a significant role.