Chapter 1

Along the quiet valley, there are more than 20 wooden houses scattered. These wooden houses cover a large area, but they are very strange, because the roofs are all covered with bark, and there are doors without windows, and the roofs have chimneys.

More than one person high, more than half a meter wide, with thorny shrubs connected into a circle, like a wall around this small village. These thorny shrubs seem to be a good deterrent to wolves and other ferocious animals.

At this time, it is the time for the setting sun to set in the West. The red setting sun hanging in the west not only dyed the western half of the sky red, but also dyed the quiet valley dark red.

Curling smoke rising in the sunset, more than a dozen women just came back from the farmland are busy picking up dinner, more than a dozen seven or eight year old children are running frantically, it seems that only this kind of activity can completely vent their whole energy, several strong men are sitting around a corner of the village smoking pipes.

The valley, the village, the setting sun and the leisure people all constitute a beautiful painting.

However, if you look closely, you will immediately find some unusual places, because the people here, whether they are children running and frolicking, women returning from work or the men sitting around smoking pipes, have strange clothes and hair accessories.

They are all wearing clothes made of animal skin, with blue tattoos on their necks, and long hair of both men and women

This is not a village in a barren mountain. It is a native Indian tribe rarely seen in modern times!

Although everything here is so peaceful and harmonious, even if this scene is seen by ancient Chinese poets, there may be a famous work similar to the Peach Blossom Land.

However, in this harmonious and peaceful valley, no one found that in the dense forest not far away, a group of young men with various colors on their faces and wearing animal skins were looking at the small clan village not far away with a murderous look on their faces.

Just when the young men in the village finished smoking their pipes and returned to the wooden house for dinner, the men who had been ambushing in the dense forest for a long time finally attacked.

With a cry similar to wolf howling, dense rockets rise from the dense forest one after another, and then fall into this small village with strange howling.

The fire, mixed with smoke, came out of the wooden houses. And these ambush men immediately launched an impact on this small village, dozens of strong men holding bone spears, bone knives, sticks and a few steel knives, or riding or running, mouth issued a "Ho Ho" roar, like the water burst into the village.

The strange noise outside the village makes the small village seem to be boiling. Although more than ten men running out of the wooden house are also holding bone spears, bows and arrows, sticks and other weapons, their expressions seem to be caught off guard.

After seeing the men charging towards the village with weapons, their eyes immediately turned red. One of them yelled bitterly, "it's the chekasa!"

Then, more than ten men yelled and ran towards the gap of the bush with the men who came out of the wooden house one after another.

If you look down from the sky, you can easily see that the number of men running out of the village is far less than the number of sneakers, but even so, they are still like the moths fighting the fire, and they are heading for the sneakers who are several times more than their own number!

What's more, people are still pouring out from the wooden houses in the village. However, these later people are not strong men, but a group of women and old people. They are also carrying all kinds of strange weapons in their hands, whistling and rushing to the bushes with the men in front of them.

Behind them is their home, where they carry the hope of the future - children, for all this, they ignore the fact that the number of enemies is much more than them, and they also ignore that the enemies are all strong soldiers.

Ghost knows what kind of hatred exists between the two sides. Anyway, in the short moment of contact between the two sides, the blood mist all over the sky gushes out, and the sunset shines on each other.

A small but extremely fierce battle broke out suddenly in this sad sunset.

Although the men and women in the village are struggling to resist, and they are struggling to protect their homes behind them, there are too many enemies on the opposite side, and they are all young men. If there is not a circle of bushes around the village, I'm afraid it's just a shock, those chekasa men will be able to submerge this small village.

Several Raiders wanted to break through the circle of shrubs from other positions, but they were all covered with blood. So after weighing it over, they gave up the impact from the position blocked by the shrubs, and concentrated their strength on the gaps of the shrubs.

The most robust twenty men in the village were divided into two groups, and held the two biggest Bush gaps, but suffered heavy casualties.

More than a dozen teenagers of sixteen or seventeen years old also held weapons to guard the two smaller Bush gaps, but their bravery still couldn't resist the attack of the sneakers.

A short man didn't take part in the resistance, but quickly climbed to the peak on the other side of the village. Like a flexible ape, he soon disappeared into the dense forest on the hillside, and then the top of the hill began to smoke.

That's a call for help!

Among the more than a dozen teenagers struggling to resist the invaders, there was a man who was extremely large and strong. If it wasn't for his green face, it proved that his age was no different from other teenagers. Just looking at his body shape, everyone thought he was a strong adult.

He is called "silly head". He is the biggest and strongest man in the village. Even though he is only 16 years old, he is still two circles thicker than the strongest man in the village.

But it's a pity that this very burly boy is not very smart. In other words, he is a little mentally retarded. Therefore, he was nicknamed "silly head" by his friends and clansmen.

Although silly head is a bit retarded, he is holding a thick bone spear in his right hand and a wooden stick with the thickness of his arm in his left hand. He fights alone in the front and gets stuck in the gap.

In front of him were six strong men with big arms and round waists

The bone spear was stabbed, the bone knife was chopped, and a thick wooden stick was smashed in the middle.

Silly head only thinks that he is about to die, even if he is more robust, even if he is strong enough to fight with a black bear, but in the face of six chekasa soldiers with rich combat experience, he still thinks that he will not last long.

His body flashed to the side, and the bone spear in his hand stabbed out, and stabbed into a man's neck. When the bone spear was pulled out, a red hot blood was sprayed directly on his head.

Regardless of wiping the blood on his face, silly head, relying on a kind of instinct, rolled one by one to avoid the biggest threat of the stick. The stick in his hand hit another chekasa man's calf bone. With the man's sad cry, the bone spear in his hand stabbed upward like a king cobra, He stabbed the chekasa man's jaw from the man's jaw

This is the third chekasa I've killed!

Silly head although a little silly, but one two three this kind of count or can count over.

When the silly head turned over and tried to pull the bone spear out of the man's jaw, he was frightened to find that the bone spear was stuck in the guy's bone.

Transport capacity pumping two times, did not draw out the bone spear, silly head can only reluctantly give up the bone spear. But also, because of this delay, the thick stick swept across again with a strange howl.

I can't escape

Silly brain instinct let him very clear discern the form, so he decisively raised his left arm, block in front of his temple.

With a clear and audible "click", the stick hit the left forearm of the silly head. The thick arm could not resist the strange force, and the left forearm of the silly head immediately turned into a strange angle.

However, the remaining force of the stick did not disappear. With the broken left forearm, it pounded the head of the silly head. Even if the silly head in a moment desperately turned, avoided the most deadly temple, but the top of the head was hit.

A touch of bright red instantly left from the top of his head, and silly head in front of a black, just like a fallen tree, straight not lengdeng fell to the ground

The stone bear was very excited, and a vague roar came out of his throat.

"Where is this?" This idea just rose in stone bear's mind, and the pain all over him drowned him.

The head melon seeds seem to have been trampled by one million alpacas madly, and it seems that hundreds of red hot steel needles have been stabbed into their own skulls, and then they try their best to stir in their brains; Both ears were full of the strange "buzz" and the sharp whistle like when a kettle opened

"Stupid head, stupid head... Dead? Are you dead... "

It seems that the sound coming from countless light-years away is constantly ringing from the ears of the stone bear. The sound is so strange that it is neither the correct pronunciation like my mother tongue nor the pronunciation like English or French.

Shi Xiong dares to promise grandfather Mao that he has never heard such language since he was young. However, the language itself is clearly heard, as if it is familiar with its mother tongue, Chinese

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