I am a Primitive Man

In the evening, after the meal, Bai Xuemei smiled happily in her arms, because she felt that she had made a very good decision.

However, such a good mood quickly dissipated a lot after seeing the broken baby bottle and bathing basin in the little bear cub Tuantuan.

"Brother Cheng, did Tuantuan go back?"

Lying on the kang, Bai Xuemei snuggled next to Han Cheng, speaking slowly, her thoughts seemed to have reached a bamboo forest in the distance.

"Well, I went back, and climbed the tree there with his mother..."

Han Cheng talked nonsense casually.

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"Go to sleep, you have to weave tomorrow..."

The two people lay on the kang, talking with each other, talking around the panda for a long time.

"Ok."

Bai Xuemei responded, closing her eyes in the darkness for a while before she finally fell asleep.

Han Cheng also slept, and the tribe fell into silence inside and outside.

April is approaching the end of the month, there is no moon at night, and the deep and clean night sky is inlaid with many bright stars, bright and mysterious.

The person standing guard on the wall stretched out for a long time, and then began to walk in a small area on it, so as not to make himself too sleepy.

The night is cool and quiet, and occasionally a few frogs croak in the parapet on the edge of the wall.

"Woohoo..."

The quiet night was broken by a wolf howling, and the sleepy night watchman immediately became energetic, holding the weapon tightly with both hands, and looking out the wall to look outside.

It's just that there is no moon tonight, and the line of sight is extremely poor. You can only see very close places, which is still vague.

Even the watchman can't stare wide.

"Woohoo..."

The dog barking sounded continuously. As time went by, not only did it not decrease, but on the contrary, more and more dogs were involved.

The barking sounded in one piece, with alertness in the voice, and some dogs grabbed the door directly, as if they wanted to rush out.

Such movements are completely reflected only after discovering some danger.

With such a big movement, the people guarding the wall didn't even need to knock on clappers. The people who fell asleep in the room were quickly awakened. After a brief period of confusion, they started to stand up.

The dark night intensified some people's fears, and at the same time caused some chaos, even if the big brother was shouting loudly, it was still chaos.

Han Cheng was also awakened from his sleep, and he was shocked when he heard the chaotic sounds.

Is this someone from the other tribes touching it in the middle of the night?

Or did the slaves in the slave courtyard outside rebelled in the dark?

Han Cheng sat up, ignoring the little pea who was awakened from his sleep and was so scared to cry.

"Hold your son!"

He hurriedly confessed to Bai Xuemei, holding Huozhezi in his hand, and walking quickly outside, almost knocking the witch who was also hurriedly touched on the ground.

"God... Son of God, what's wrong..."

Han Cheng fumbled and picked up the witch, and Wu asked anxiously, this old man did not want any accidents in the tribe.

"I do not know either."

Han Cheng responded, and walked outside with Wu, taking a look at the chaotic people. He pulled the Huo Zhe in his hand and blew it vigorously, held it high in his hand, and shouted vigorously: "Don't panic! No! Panic! Come to me!"

The spot of light flashing in the darkness, like a guiding light, pointed the way to the panicked crowd, and Han Cheng's vigorous shout also played a role.

As a result, the chaotic crowd began to quickly gather towards Han Cheng.

"Don't talk! Don't talk!"

Han Cheng continued to yell, and the chaotic people gradually calmed down.

Someone found the firewood, and Han Cheng used the fire fold to ignite it. The orange flame rose to illuminate the crowd, and the last panic in everyone's heart was also driven away.

The people of the Qingque tribe looked at the **** son standing by the fire, and their hearts were all settled. Yeah, with the **** son, what else are they afraid of?

It's strange to say that Han Cheng's combat power is at the middle and lower level in the tribe, but when encountering dangerous things, even the bravest person in the tribe wants to see him.

As long as he is there, they will not be afraid.

This is some strange thing, people in the tribe don't think it is strange, everyone thinks this is a matter of course.

After the crowd gathered, and gradually got some order, Han Chengcheng asked the senior brother Sha to lead a few people on the wall, and also arranged for some people to carry weapons to guard the gate of the tribe.

At the same time, no one is allowed to open the door.

Before that, let the long legs run to the wall first, like the people in the slave courtyard shouting, to confirm that the movement was made by the slaves in the slave courtyard.

Han Cheng's brains turned quickly. He felt that what happened tonight was most likely that some people in the slave courtyard had rioted.

Otherwise, there will not be any tribe who will come to attack in the dark.

If it is really a rebellion in the slave yard, or taking advantage of this opportunity to cause chaos, then tomorrow will have to cut off more people's heads.

These guys, I am afraid that life is too easy, right?

Han Cheng clenched his fists secretly.

The tribe began to light up. This is the torch made by Han Cheng who used waste linen scraps and mixed turpentine and animal fat to be taken out and lit.

Oil lamps have a limited range of lighting. At times like this, the use of torches is far worse.

"God... Son of God, he... they're all right..."

Han Cheng spontaneously and violently, running panting long legs came.

Hearing what the long legs said, Han Cheng's heart suddenly relaxed, and the brutality he had just disappeared a lot.

These people are still acquainted, and they didn't regard kindness as donkey liver and lungs, otherwise they must know that they are good!

"What is attacking the tribe?"

Han Cheng asked as he walked towards the wall ~www.wuxiahere.com~.

"No... I don't know..."

Long Legs just went to the slave yard to talk, and didn't check the situation outside.

"I'll go see..."

At this time, the advantage of the long legs was maximized by him. As soon as the words fell silent, he ran towards the wall again.

Han Cheng asked the two of them to support the witch, and he led several others to the wall quickly.

Above the wall, the elder brother and others seemed a bit distressed. Because of the night, their sight was not good, and they couldn't see too far, even if they were illuminated by torches.

"Throw out a few torches!"

After boarding the fence, Han Cheng quickly moved away from the person holding the torch, and gave orders.

After getting on the wall, of course he has to distance himself from the torch holder. After all, in such an environment, the torch holder is more likely to be attacked!