The leader of the Teng Snake tribe no longer moved, and his eyes that lost his color were still widened, containing infinite fear.

"Flap!"

The red-eyed Shang held his hair with one hand to prevent him from falling to the ground, and the other hand was hitting the face of the leader of the Tengshe tribe continuously, making a burst of pops.

The anger that had been suppressed in my heart for several years suddenly exploded at this moment, all of which were directed at the still-hot head of the Tengshe tribe.

The red-eyed Mao couldn't help it anymore, screaming in anger, rushed over and joined the ranks of the corpses.

Han Cheng watched this scene, after thinking about it, he didn't say anything to stop it.

Both of them are direct victims, and they have deep grievances with the people of Tengshe tribe. At this time, it is okay to vent their dissatisfaction to the dead Tengshe tribe leader, so as not to suppress the time in the heart. The problem comes.

And don't let them vent at this time, and let them face the slaves of the Teng Snake Tribe all day, it is inevitable that nothing bad will happen.

The captives of the Tengsnake tribe, who were already terrified, saw the crazy appearance of Shang and Mao at this time, and they were terrified one by one. They were shocked, and even the leader of the Tengsnake tribe was killed in front of them. Death is big.

After some venting, Mao, who was gasping and red-eyed, sat down on the ground and burst into tears. He couldn't help crying.

Han Cheng didn't speak in the past, and reached out and patted them gently on their shoulders.

The heads of the witch, the big leader, and the three leaders of the Teng Snake Tribe were cut off and placed on a stone, with their dead gray eyes facing the prisoners.

The ropes on all the prisoners were untied, and Junior Brother Sha came to them holding the jar of blood, and asked them to apply the blood on their faces with their hands.

Those who refuse to smear will be killed directly.

With so many things going on before, naturally no one dares not smear blood on his face.

There were even a few who took the jar and wanted to take a bite, but Han Cheng went up and kicked it a few times to stop it.

You can kill the enemy to protect yourself, but eating the same kind of meat and drinking the same kind of blood is extremely disgusting.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in this era, he does not want such a thing to appear in the Qingque tribe, even if it is a slave!

In addition, another purpose is to teach these prisoners of war who have become slaves to behave. This is a very necessary thing.

Ask them to smear blood on their faces, and they must do so, even if drinking blood is more decisive than smearing blood donation, it will not work.

After Han Cheng kicked a few people in a row, none of the others were mavericks, all of them obediently dipped in blood and smeared them on their faces.

None of these prisoners of war who had been let go of their hands and feet dared to change. Under Han Cheng's order, they were driven by the people of the Qingque tribe and entered the courtyard where they desperately wanted to enter.

After entering a few traps, these people all became cautious, and some people trembled involuntarily.

In the courtyard, several large tanks have been set up with willow water boiled in them.

The second fire was burning there, and some white water vapor drifted away.

Looking at the big pottery jars and the surrounding jars, even though they are still in fear, many people can't help being surprised.

Sure enough, this tribe has many precious pottery!

It's a pity that they have no chance to snatch.

They were taken near these large smoking jars. They had already been in contact with pottery and knew that they could cook food in this way. It is precisely because of this that many people feel uneasy.

They felt that the people of this tribe might pick one or two out of them, kill them and put them in a big tank for cooking.

Similar things happen frequently in their original tribe.

"come here."

Liang's gaze searched for a while among the group of people, and fell on one of the most injured people. After saying a word, he went to pull her and motioned her to lean over here so that he could clean the wound.

This primitive female who was pale due to excessive blood loss, her face became whiter, without a trace of blood.

She screamed in horror, shrinking back, trembling all over.

Although the people around were a little afraid, there was a long breath of relief in this fear, because someone else was picked.

She looked strange, she just wanted to heal her, why was she so frightened?

At the moment, he called two assistants over and carried the primitive female to the side of the big tank.

At this point, the primitive female was not struggling much, lying on the ground like her fate, but the fear from the heart could not be eliminated.

Liang scooped out half a basin of willow water from a big jar that had already been put in a little bit of cold, and began to clean the woman's wound.

The people of this tribe are really particular about it, they actually have to wash them before they kill and eat meat.

This tribe is really extravagant. Pottery is used everywhere...

Those Tengshe tribe spectators who had already appeared a little numb thought in their hearts.

The primordial woman who was waiting to die did not die, but when she thought she was finally going to be killed, she was pushed aside by others.

Rabbit fur came in from the outside at this time and told them that this was a cure. The prisoners suddenly realized that they were relieved.

At the same time, I was a little confused. The people of this tribe don't eat people...

While doing this, Han Cheng also arranged for manpower to clean out the messy courtyard.

A large amount of dry wood was carried to a clearing on the east side of the courtyard, and the corpses were carried there and piled up randomly on it.

The flames rose up, swallowing them, purifying the darkness and sins of the world.

A few years ago, a group of people from the Tengsnake tribe were burned here, and a few years later, another group of people from the Tengsnake tribe were burned by flames here...

"Hey, hey!"

In the tidy chants, the woolly rhinoceros that died in the trap was dragged out by the Qingque tribe.

Seeing this behemoth in front of them, everyone in the Qingque tribe couldn't help feeling lingering.

This guy is really too big!

If the Son of God hadn't taught them to dig traps, they really couldn't deal with this horrible thing.

Han Cheng stood in front of the woolly rhinoceros, and stretched out his hand to stroke it on its single horn. It was brilliance and texture. No wonder in later generations, even if various laws were introduced, there would still be criminals poaching.

After the rhino was anesthetized, the rhino horns were taken away abruptly, leaving a large bowl behind.

Everybody is innocent, and Bi is guilty.

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If it weren’t for the Qingque tribe that had developed over the years, had become stronger, had a high level of force, and had made sufficient preparations in advance, they would most likely be killed by the Tengsnake tribe and cut off abruptly. Their'rhino horns'.

The rhino is too big to be transported as a whole. Han Chenggong told people that after its skin was peeled off, it was divided and transported to the tribe, and the heavy rhino horns were in his hands.

While doing this, some people went down to the trap and pulled out the big wooden drills.

These things are endlessly made, it's a pity to be buried in the soil.

The trap that hadn't been trampled was also opened, and the drill was also pulled out.

Others used bone shovel to scoop up the blood-stained soil on the ground, and carried them into several traps soaked with blood.

After doing this, I used a wooden wheeled cart to push some clean soil to cover a few traps. The incombustible blood is too big...