I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 904: A Tribe of Gods! This Must Be a Tribe of Gods!
The ones stunned into blank disbelief were not only the female primitive holding the child, but also the people of the Nose-Ring and Ear-Ring tribes who had charged in with burning excitement, hoping to seize countless prey and food.
What was happening now was something they had never encountered before.
The suddenly collapsing ground and the thunderous roar from within that strange group of people left them in shock and terror.
Nothing is more frightening than the unknown—this is true for later generations, and even more so for primitive people.
This sudden turn of events was like a bucket of icy water poured over their blazing fervor.
Not only did those who had fallen to the ground stop running forward, but even those who had scrambled back to their feet also froze in place. The ones behind, who had been waving weapons and rushing ahead, also came to a halt.
For a moment, they were all as if an immobilization spell had been cast on them, standing there unable to move.
Finally managing to yank his head out from beneath the thigh of that damned fellow pressing on him, the chief of the Nose-Ring tribe wiped the mud from his face and stared in terror at the neatly lined-up, eerily calm group of strange people.
Only now did he understand why these strange people showed no fear, made no great movements, and even looked excited as they faced their charge!
These people could not only command the earth—making it collapse and trip those who were running—but could also control the awe-inspiring thunder of the heavens!
Th-these people weren’t human! They were gods!
Otherwise, how could the ground collapse?
How could they wield thunder, something only gods could control?
He had actually led people to attack gods?!
No wonder his leg had been broken!
“@#3￥%%~”
An extremely bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield. The two tribes that had just been howling and charging forward like madmen suddenly froze in place.
Time itself seemed to stand still. Only the continuous, muffled thunder boomed on and on, shaking their minds like the thunder god of the Ninth Heaven raging in fury, unleashing soul-shaking roars.
After this eerie state lasted a short while, the terror-stricken Nose-Ring tribe chief began to shriek repeatedly.
At the same time, he twisted his body desperately, struggling to crawl the remaining half of his body onto the ground that had suddenly collapsed.
After a moment, he managed to climb up.
Behind the formation of rattan shields, a member of the Green Sparrow Tribe stood with a bow in one hand and the bowstring drawn with the other.
His eyes swept back and forth over the enemy like searchlights, his whole body on high alert.
The strange movement of the Nose-Ring tribe chief naturally did not escape his notice.
Seeing this, the archer’s heart stirred. He shifted the direction of his bow, aimed briefly, pointed the arrow at the chief’s chest, and released the string.
A shrill scream rang out as someone fell.
But the one who died was not the Nose-Ring tribe chief—it was someone else.
This wasn’t because the archer’s skill had declined; it was simply an incredible coincidence.
At the exact instant the string was released, the Nose-Ring tribe chief—who had just barely climbed up and stood unsteadily—suddenly and inexplicably dropped to his knees, pressing his head tightly against the ground.
The arrow flew past, grazing his shoulder.
Then, without deviation, it buried itself squarely in the neck of the person behind him.
That man was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been hauled out of water.
It was none other than the one who had earlier stepped on and killed the spider, then fled back with two others to report after discovering Han Cheng’s group.
This scene left even the Green Sparrow archer—his bowstring still trembling—stunned.
The timing was just too uncanny.
The chief’s kneeling and prostration, and the man behind being shot down, screaming, happened almost simultaneously.
It looked as if a single arrow had struck two people at once.
Even the archer himself couldn’t immediately make sense of it, unsure whether he had actually hit the man prostrating on the ground in front.
Third Senior Brother was dumbfounded, and the already terrified and bewildered people of the Nose-Ring and Ear-Ring tribes were even more so.
Their confusion was mixed with boundless fear.
The terrified cries of the Nose-Ring tribe chief reached the ears of some of them, and when combined with what they saw before them, their hearts shook violently.
Yes—this must be a tribe of gods!
Otherwise, how could the earth suddenly collapse and block their advance?
How could these people control the thunder of the nine heavens?
Why was it that those people over there seemed to do nothing, yet someone on their side suddenly screamed and died?
If this weren’t the case, why would they—so ferociously brave—feel such overwhelming fear when facing these strangers for the first time, unable to charge forward as they had before?
It was a tribe of gods!
Only a tribe of gods could do such things, could make warriors as fierce as them feel fear and dare not advance…
Thus, those who heard the Nose-Ring tribe chief’s cries threw down their weapons and, like him, quickly knelt and pressed their foreheads tightly to the ground.
As they did so, they shouted as well, imitating their chief:
“@#3￥%%~”
Many voices were louder than one.
Many people performing the same action were more noticeable than a single person doing it alone.
Even amid the continuous drumming, their cries carried somewhat, at least to those nearby.
Influenced by them, another group of “people who learned the truth” shuddered and fell to their knees, prostrating themselves.
This spread further, and in a short time—before Han Cheng and the Green Sparrow Tribe’s southern expedition could fully react—people were prostrate all over the ground.
Even the female primitive who understood what they were shouting knelt, one arm around her child, and pressed herself to the earth.
Her heart was filled with terror, mixed with a trace of reverence.
However, the movement was a bit too abrupt, causing the baby’s pacifier to fall from its mouth.
The little infant, not yet full, puckered its lips, rolled its dark eyes a few times, then squeezed its eyes shut and burst into loud crying.
It cried as it vigorously waved its tiny clenched fists and kicked its legs.
But this time, the mother truly couldn’t tend to the child.
After learning the true identity of these people from the Nose-Ring and Ear-Ring tribes, she felt not the slightest irreverence toward them.
She feared that any movement might anger them, causing them to unleash an irresistible punishment and kill both her and the baby in her arms.
The Green Sparrow Tribe members who were holding weapons, ready to strike, as well as the tribe’s slaves who were gripping ropes, prepared to rush out and bind these people into new slaves, were also stunned.
This situation was completely beyond their expectations.
Wasn’t a battle supposed to involve both sides fighting it out—killing some enemies, making the rest feel terror and flee in panic, then having Third Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother lead their ambush to cut off the retreat, followed by more fighting before surrender?
How was it that so many steps hadn’t even happened, and these fierce-looking enemies had already thrown down their weapons and prostrated themselves in surrender?
This really didn’t make sense!
Even Han Cheng—the so-called Divine Child who claimed to have seen the wider world—felt utterly baffled, entirely at a loss, as if some absurdly brilliant maneuver had shown him up.
Could it be that, after being repeatedly worshiped together with the totem pole by the shamans, he had unknowingly gained some kingly aura?
The kind where one merely shakes his mighty frame and enemies immediately bow in submission?
The Divine Child indulged in this wild thought.
But even as his mind wandered, he didn’t neglect what needed to be done.
“Citizens, maintain vigilance here—especially the archers. If the enemy shows any unusual movement, shoot them dead!
Slaves, take the ropes and go out from behind the formation. Bind all of them. Anyone who dares resist—kill them on the spot!”
Shaking his head to dispel the stray thoughts, Han Cheng paused his drumming for a moment and issued the order loudly.
Whatever was going on with these people or what they were thinking, none of it was bad for his side.
If they could be dealt with easily, there was no need to pursue a high-difficulty approach.
If they dared to kneel and surrender, he dared to have them bound.
To hell with the details—tie them all up first.
Once they were bound, how to deal with them afterward would be entirely up to his side.
As soon as Han Cheng’s order was given, the slaves holding ropes instantly became excited.
This was a lingering aftereffect from binding enemies so many times before.
Whenever it came to tying up enemies, they couldn’t help but get excited—each one like a seasoned driver revving up, ready to hit the road.
So, under Han Cheng’s command, they no longer bothered wondering why these enemies had surrendered so cleanly without even a token struggle.
Gripping their ropes, they stepped out from behind the formation, barely containing their excitement, walking toward the trembling, kneeling enemies.
Some especially excited ones even held several ropes in both hands, loosening and snapping them tight to make sharp cracking sounds.
Combined with their eager expressions, it gave off an unsettling, almost sinister vibe.
Humans are strange creatures. When courage swells, one can down eighteen bowls of wine, get dizzy, and still bare-handedly kill a tiger. But when courage collapses, thousands can be routed by just eighteen enemies, chased and beaten into disarray.
Now, the people of the Nose-Ring and Ear-Ring tribes had been completely drained of courage by this never-before-seen situation and by their own powerful imagination.
Facing the oddly dressed Green Sparrow slaves holding ropes, almost no one dared resist.
After the ever-ready archers shot two people—who tried to crawl up and flee—from a great distance, turning them into porcupines, the rest didn’t even dare to run.
They lay prostrate on the ground, waiting for these people—whom they now imagined to be gods—to bind them with ropes.
This was absolutely the first time the Green Sparrow Tribe had encountered such a situation. Even those who had become veteran binders through countless experiences found it somewhat astonishing how smoothly everything went.
Turning the clock back slightly, let us return to where Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and the others lay in ambush.
“Bows in hand—follow me!”
Hearing the booming drums from the direction of the Divine Child, the already impatient Third Senior Brother flung off the branches covering him and shouted.
Leading his men, he pushed aside the undergrowth and charged out, sprinting along the paths they had previously cleared toward the sound.
The second Senior Brother’s group reacted just as swiftly.
Before long, the two groups converged, quickly reorganized in their usual training formation—with rattan-shield bearers in front and archers behind—then hurried toward the battlefield, brimming with fighting spirit.
After all, this time they were supposed to join the Divine Child in surrounding these people and capturing them as slaves. Having shield bearers in front was still necessary.
They had to run faster!
They had to block everyone—let not a single one escape!
That was the shared thought of all of them. Some were even fantasizing about the exhilarating feeling of knocking people down.
However…
What?
What was going on?
Charging over in high spirits, Third Senior Brother and the others stared at the scene before them, completely dumbfounded.
Wasn’t the plan to move at the drum signal, surround these people together, subdue them, and then bind them?
How was it that by the time they arrived, your side had already done everything?
They had waited so long, been excited for so long—how could the battle already be over the moment they arrived?
You guys moved this fast… is that really okay?
“Divine Child, what’s going on here?”
Looking at the people prostrate on the ground, being tied up without daring to resist, Third Senior Brother finally asked, his head full of confusion and heart complete with disappointment.
Han Cheng couldn’t help but sniff.
He was confused too!
They had merely stepped into the traps, and he had only just beaten the war drums—who knew they’d turn out like this?
“Don’t worry about what’s going on—just bind them all up!”
The Divine Child replied.
Thinking it made sense, Third Senior Brother and the others drew ropes from their waists—some even untied their leg bindings—and joined the tying with lightning speed.
They had to hurry.
Because the slaves were binding people so fast that if they didn’t move quickly, forget about fighting—they wouldn’t even get a chance to participate in the tying.
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