Chapter 513: Smashed Pottery

"Kachacha..."

A crisp voice sounded from the cave of the Tengshe Tribe, and many members of the Tengshe Tribe who were tied hand and foot showed distressed and shocked expressions.

The precious pottery that they wanted to obtain, if they were treasures, even traveled long distances to attack other tribes, was smashed like this?

How could that tribe be willing to smash such a precious thing?

Are... people in this tribe stupid?

The eldest brother looked at the broken pieces of pottery and nodded, showing no regret.

Pottery is no longer a rare thing in their tribe, and as Heiwa's pottery making skills become more and more proficient, their tribe's pottery becomes more and more exquisite.

The best things are kept in the tribe, and the defective products are traded. This is the principle promoted by the Qingque tribe.

The pottery that the Tengshe tribe obtained after attacking two tribes, and which were precious treasures, was naturally looked down upon by the elder brother and others who came from a large pottery family.

Because pottery is relatively heavy, it is not very convenient to carry, and the tribe really does not need such utensils, and the big brother doesn't want to leave them like this, so there are people in the current tribe of Tengshe who are labeled as fools scene.

"Walk!"

The hand drill used for fire drills rotated rapidly, the fine smoke rose bigger and bigger, the soft tinder was ignited, and small flames danced.

The small flame spread to the dry grass leaves, and the dry grass leaves ignited the dry firewood.

When the soaring smoke column disappeared, the entrance of the cave of the Tengshe Tribe had already turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Some captives of the Tengshe Tribe saw the entrance of the cave surrounded by flames, their complexions turned pale, and their hearts were terrified, as if something had been completely lost.

The elder brother took a look at the numerous corpses that were being burned by the flames, shouted loudly, and led the people away from this evil tribe.

The herd of deer walks with the crowd, whether it is a deer or a person, they all carry food on their backs.

All the food stored by the Teng Snake tribe was looted by the elder brother and the others, not even half of the fruit was left.

For those pottery,

Big brother has no pressure to let people smash it, but he is not willing to let go of these foods.

Waste of food does not happen to primitive people.

When the twilight gradually fell and the advancing team stopped in an open place, the people of the Qingque tribe began to take cooking utensils out of the leather pockets on the deer to cook, those who thought that the people of the Qingque tribe were fools and extremely prodigal Only then did the captives of the Tengshe tribe realize that they were the real idiots.

This tribe has more and more exquisite pottery, so naturally they look down on those pottery of their tribe.

The pottery that they regard as a treasure has no way to compare with the pottery owned by this tribe.

When those people in this tribe ate the food made of precious pottery in batches, some people began to carry leather bags containing fruits and distributed them one by one.

Seeing that they were given more fruits than they usually ate in the tribe, the trembling captives of the Tengshe tribe finally believed the words of the guy named Rabbit Hair who used to be their tribe.

After coming to that powerful tribe, they may really have a better life than the Soaring Snake tribe...

"Back! Back!"

The bottles on the fence were extremely sharp-eyed, and they saw the crowd appearing in the woods to the west from afar.

Although they couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, they only needed to look at the deer among the crowd to know who they were.

He shouted excitedly on the wall to inform everyone in the tribe of the good news.

During this period of time, those who stayed in the tribe were all looking forward to the return of those who went out.

The cry of the bottle was like a huge boulder thrown into the lake, and the relatively quiet Qingque tribe soon became boiling.

The people rushed out of the wall one after another, and some people couldn't wait to run to the west to welcome the tribesmen who had returned from the expedition.

Han Cheng, who got the news, also flew up the wall, looking excitedly at the team that meandered along the road, got closer and closer, and was much bigger than before.

However, after this excitement lasted for a while, it was replaced by a hidden worry. He was worried about whether there were casualties.

Fighting to the death is unavoidable, he knows this truth, but he still can't let it go.

At the same time, I was secretly hoping that no one would die, although I knew that this might not be possible.

Wu also came out of the room, stood at the gate and looked at the approaching team, smiling his old face like a blooming chrysanthemum.

When the team walked on the stone road in the field, Han Cheng also got down from the wall and stood with Wu, waiting for the return of the expedition team.

"Papa..."

Han Cheng took the lead in applauding, and the rest of the Qingque people, who were delighted to see the victorious return of the expedition team and brought so much food and prisoners, also found a way to vent their excitement at this time.

They imitated Shen Zi's appearance and clapped their hands 'papa', and there was a burst of thunderous applause immediately.

Even those slaves who had lived in the Qingque tribe for a period of time applauded and shared the joy together.

Although the target of the expedition is their former tribe.

The tired people who returned from the expedition and walked all the way, seeing such an unprecedented and grand welcome ceremony, were all excited and radiant.

They feel great honor.

"Has anyone died?"

Han Cheng walked up to Senior Brother and Junior Brother Sha, and after shaking hands with them one by one, he bent his mind and asked this heavy question.

The Wu next to him, as well as other people who heard this question, remained silent, looking nervously at the elder brother and the others.

Eldest brother waited with a smile on his face: "No one died!"

Han Cheng's heart immediately relaxed, and he felt that his whole body would be filled with joy.

Everyone returned to the courtyard, settling the captives, preparing for the clean-up dinner...all kinds of things were going on briskly, busy and full of joy.

Some minors followed the adults who returned from the expedition, twittering like sparrows, pestering them to ask about the expedition, wanting to know how they defeated the evil tribe.

Full of curiosity and longing, I want to grow up earlier and bring back so many things to the tribe.

In the conference room of the blue-brick and tile-roofed building, Han Cheng was also asking similar questions to the senior brothers.

He wants to know the whole story of this expedition.

"Could it be that the aura of the protagonist has covered the entire tribe?"

After listening to the senior brother's detailed account of the expedition, Han Cheng muttered in a low voice.

Such things as primitive people's internal strife can happen, and the timing is just right, so he can't help but think about it...