Chapter 1333 Ah! I'm Going to Beat You to Death with a Sledgehammer!

"Wuzhu! You blockhead! What are you doing?..."

"Ah? Aguda! I'm cutting horse meat! The one I killed... This tribe is so poor, there's nothing but people and dogs... According to the rules, this dead horse is my trophy! I have to carry more meat back to eat for two days..."

"Damn it! Damn it! Wuzhu, you killed a good horse with a hammer! You're still happy to eat meat?... Come over and help tie up all these captives! Look at how these boatmen tie them up! They tie them up better than you and Qimai!..."

"Uh... Aguda, so many captives, are you taking them all back? Are you not following the rules and killing the old and seriously injured? If you take them back, there will be no food for the winter. Enough to eat, right? …”

“Haha! The silly captain wants them! The old and the injured! They promised to take out good things and exchange more captives... Let them take them back! Anyway, we don’t have to raise them…”

“Ah! This captain always has strange ideas… Is he a half-crazy ‘forest shaman’ who can predict the future of the tribe? These armored captain warriors are really good at fighting and very durable. They have very good armor, and I drool just looking at them! … So many warriors follow a leader who can’t fight. After thinking about it, I think there is only one possibility, which is shaman! …”

“… Shut up, come and tie up the captives! …”

“… Yes, Aguda! …”

The snow fell in the forest, covering the bodies of the dead. Together with the warriors of the kingdom, the Maha tribe destroyed and captured the tribe that went south with a hearty raid at dawn. The coalition forces only lost two Maha warriors, including the kingdom warriors, and more than a dozen people were slightly injured. Of the nearly 100 people in the southward tribe, more than a dozen resisting warriors died in battle, and the remaining 80 people were taken prisoner.

According to the traditions of each tribe, old and seriously injured captives are usually selected and killed as soon as possible to avoid wasting food. Young and strong women who can give birth will be directly regarded as members of the new tribe and will soon become pregnant. As for the remaining young and strong warriors, they will become slaves of the tribe and will eventually be absorbed by the tribe through a process similar to "eating an eagle".

This absorption and integration of the Shengnuzhen tribe is actually much gentler than the brutal annexation of the Mongolian tribes on the grassland. After all, in the vast dense forests and swamps, population is also a precious wealth, and often even the most precious. The Shengnuzhen tribes that migrated and fought did not have time to kill the "men taller than the wheels" and wait for the next generation to grow up again.

"Aoao! Aoao!"

"Take them away! Take them all away! Pack up and carry away everything that can be used!...Take away their stupid dogs too! They are so stupid that they run out and come back again..."

"The Lord God is my witness! Aguda, several captives are too badly injured and can't walk anymore!..."

"...? Kill them if they can't walk anymore! Zu, what are you looking for me for?..."

"I have had people bandage these captives. Wouldn't it be a waste of precious herbs to kill them?... Aguda, uncle, my brother! I'll lend you your horse to carry these captives away!"

".No!..."

"I'll give you good stuff in exchange! I'll give it to you when we get to the camp!"

"...Good stuff?"

Maha Aguda hesitated for a long time and finally nodded.

"Okay then! But you can't lead the horses. My people have to lead them! Boatman, if you cheat my horses away, I'll never let you go!..."

The sun rose, and the sunlight shone on the camp by the river, which was already empty. The Maha tribe did not select and kill the captives, but took all 80 captives away at once. Because there was a "dog tycoon" who promised to buy all the captives they didn't want, and also gave them benefits.

The chaotic tribal team walked in the falling snow and slowly returned to the Maha tribe in the south. It was not until two days later that the team of nearly 200 people returned to the heavily guarded Jizi with dogs, horses and captives.

When the tribe went out to fight, it was also the weakest time for the tribal camp. Almost all the old, weak, women and children would pick up weapons, be wary of the enemy's sneak attack, and pray in their hearts. In this vast northern land of endless fighting, too many tribes were destroyed in this way...

"Ancestor! Is this the good thing you said? A kind of egg that can be planted?..."

"Lord God! Aguda, this is potato, a sacred potato! It is a cold-resistant crop we brought from the distant Haidong! If you change the barnyard grass field into a potato field, the harvest next year can increase by ten... well, at least five times!..."

"What?! Can you harvest five times more? This large field, planted with these potatoes, can feed one or two hundred people?..."

"Lord God is my witness! Yes! That's it!..."

"Really? Can this kind of 'egg' survive?..."

"Lord God is my witness! We have planted it on the peninsula further north, and it will definitely survive! You plant it in April next year when it is warmer, and you should be able to harvest it in October in the fall! Just like the barnyard grass you planted!..."

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Maha Aguda widened his eyes, pinched a pigeon egg-sized potato with his big hand like a palm fan and looked at it fiercely. He looked at it for a long time, his face showing doubt and deep thought. After a while, he asked seriously.

"Zu! Does the 'earth egg' you mentioned grow leaves? Can it be used to feed horses?..."

"Aguda, it can definitely grow leaves. This is its rhizome in the soil. It is a bit poisonous and must be cooked before eating... As for feeding horses, I haven't tried it, so I don't know if it works?..."

"Ancestor! Does this kind of 'earth egg' need to be taken care of?..."

"Of course! Aguda, farming is definitely laborious! You have to weed and water, and it's better to add some fertilizer... But its harvest will be worth all the farming and efforts!..."

"Ancestor! Is the harvest of this kind of 'earth egg' really five times that of barnyard grass?..."

"Of course! How much can barnyard grass yield? Potatoes are at least five times as much, and if they are planted well, they can be harvested even more!..."

"Ancestor! If this kind of 'earth egg' is flooded by summer floods, will it still have a harvest?..."

"This?... You can plant it in a high place, or dig a canal... Potatoes are not afraid of drought, but flooding is a big problem... If flooded for a long time, it will die..."

"..."

Maha Aguda gradually narrowed his eyes, and the hand holding the little potato gradually increased the strength. Until a certain critical point, the little potato suddenly "snapped" flat, and was directly crushed into mashed potatoes by Maha Aguda with one hand! …

"Zu! I'll give you this 'earth egg'! I don't want it! Don't even think about using it to exchange for extra captives and cavalry!..."

"What? Aguda, you don't want such good potatoes?!... Don't you believe me? The Lord God is my witness! I never lied to you!"

"I don't want it!... Even if the 'earth egg' is as good as you said... I don't want it! I can't have it!!..."

Maha Aguda shook his head angrily, with a bit of cruelty on his face. He stared at Zuwaro fiercely, like a restless and struggling bear, roaring angrily.

"Ancestor! You are fooling me! You are using honey that cannot be touched on the tree to fool the brown bear under the tree!..."

"For example, the tribe does not need to care about these barnyard grass fields! They will grow well by themselves and can be harvested in autumn! Even if it rains heavily and is flooded for two days, there will be some things left, at least they can be cut and fed to horses!..."

"But if I change to planting your earth eggs?... I have to send many people to work in the fields. I also have to pray to God not to send floods, and even build some canals... I have to send extra people to cut grass to make up for the feed for horses after losing the barnyard grass fields..."

"So, once I plant these earth eggs, I will keep the tribe busy for at least half a year, and then everyone will be eagerly waiting for the harvest!... Everyone is tied to this land! Even if we encounter sudden risks and powerful hostile tribes, it is difficult for our tribe to choose to migrate , it is hard to give up this piece of land! ... It is the most dangerous thing that we cannot migrate decisively when danger comes! …”

“And the original large field of barnyard grass here can be like delicious honey, attracting our tribe of more than 200 people and destroying the local tribes... If we plant earth eggs, there is really a high yield of one palm, which is five fingers, five times the attraction! ... At that time, once the news spreads! Even those large tribes that migrated south with thousands of people will probably rush to our door, fight and swallow us up, and snatch this good place! …”

“Damn it! This is a trap! It is a trap that looks good, but is actually very dangerous! … Zu! You baited me again and led me into the trap! … Ah!! I will hammer you to death with a sledgehammer!! …”

“…!”

The whistling stone hammer hit him head-on again! And Zuwaro was stunned in place, not dodging or avoiding, stunned.