Chapter 747 — The Wound That Can Take on a Hundred
Shang and the others from the Green Sparrow Tribe stationed here were having a blast capturing people.
Those who had fallen to the ground were directly restrained and tied up. For those who hadn’t fallen but were already so scared that they only thought about running and dared not resist, Shang knocked them down with a stick first before continuing to bind them.
Of course, they tied them tightly.
The slaves they got from the Flying Snake Tribe had shown them how valuable slaves could be.
Now, these guys, after being captured and trained properly, all became good laborers.
They could create many things for the tribe, even more helpful than donkeys. Naturally, they wouldn’t let them go.
It must be said that Han Cheng increasingly influenced the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, this so-called false Divine Child.
In the past, their thinking was much simpler and wouldn’t have been .
After a brief disturbance, these people started to turn around in confusion and run westward along the valley.
At this moment, they only thought about escaping from these demon-like people.
As for where they could go after getting far away, with no food in the snowy weather, how would they survive? They had neither the time nor the heart to think about these things.
Seeing this, Shang stopped tying people up and instead grabbed his long spear to give chase.
Anyone he caught, no matter what, he wouldn’t let go.
Every time he caught up with someone, Shang would swing his spear in a whole arc, sweeping at their knees.
Those running, if struck by the shaft of Shang’s spear, would fall headfirst into the snowdrifts without needing a second strike.
Shang looked extremely brave at this moment — one man, one long spear, chasing and fighting a group from the Semi-Farming Tribe.
And even though they outnumbered him by far, not one dared to turn around and fight him together. It would have been easy to overwhelm him if they had done so.
Watching the people running far ahead, Shang was filled with regret — after all, these were prime candidates for slaves.
It was just a pity he couldn’t handle them all by himself.
Just as he was anxious, he saw the allied forces besieging the Semi-Farming Tribe suddenly split off a large group from the west, armed and stepping through the snow, descending into the valley below, intending to cut off the west side of the valley.
Seeing this scene, Shang immediately relaxed. These slaves wouldn’t escape now!
The one who gave this order was, of course, Han Cheng, whose arms were numb from drumming.
After all, Han Cheng was the only one on the battlefield with enough leisure to oversee the whole situation and issue such commands.
Here at the Semi-Farming Tribe, with their leader dead, resistance was gone. Sending some people to block escaping Semi-Farming Tribe members wouldn’t cause any serious issues.
After braving the harsh cold and the long expedition, having won a significant victory, it was now time to reap the fruits of war. Naturally, Han Cheng wouldn’t let these Semi-Farming Tribe people go.
Running off into the wild at this time would mean only freezing or starving to death — no other way out.
Compared to freezing or starving, becoming slaves in their tribe was immediately a broad and smooth path.
After all, Han Cheng’s tribe didn’t overly exploit slaves. These people only had to work, and they’d have food to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in.
To prevent them from freezing to death, Han Cheng even had people build heated kang beds inside their houses…
Hmm, thinking about this, Han Cheng immediately felt relieved — he was quite noble and righteous.
Completely unaware of what “shamelessness” meant, this “Great Divine Child” slipped into his self-indulgent mode.
After sending out the interception teams, Han Cheng got off the sled pulled by Deer Elder, shook off the numbness in his drumming hand, and led his Eldest Senior Brother and others, armed with vine shields and bronze spears protecting him, toward the Semi-Farming Tribe’s donkey pen.
Han Cheng had wanted to get hold of those donkeys for a long time.
Compared to horses, donkeys were truly timid. Even though the Semi-Farming Tribe leader had opened the pen before, none of the donkeys dared to run out; all crowded into one corner, scared by the outside commotion.
Even the donkey that had been led out by the Semi-Farming leader ran back inside after the leader left.
That was fine — it saved them from chasing all over the mountains.
After Han Cheng and his shining-eyed Eldest Senior Brother entered, they first closed the donkey pen’s gate, then began happily counting the donkeys.
There were quite a few — thirty-three adult or almost adult donkeys.
Six were not yet adults, and with the six previously captured spy donkeys sent to the Sheep Tribe, the Green Sparrow Tribe now had a total of forty-five donkeys!
These guys would be a great help for the Green Sparrow Tribe’s future construction and development!
Han Cheng thought this, but his Eldest Senior Brother didn’t, because before departure, they had discussed how to divide spoils after conquering the evil Semi-Farming Tribe.
These donkeys were not entirely the Green Sparrow Tribe’s.
Han Cheng, however, didn’t care. It wasn’t that he wanted to hog the spoils.
Hogging was a bad habit, and he wouldn’t pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelons.
He had ways to make the tribes willingly give up their shares after returning.
After inspecting the donkeys, Han Cheng personally secured the pen’s door with a wooden stick and headed toward the Semi-Farming Tribe’s largest central house.
The higher the person’s status, the better the stuff to be found — Han Cheng understood this well.
So after looking at the donkeys, he went straight there.
He was very curious and excited about the crops he had never seen before in that tribe.
While Han Cheng went to see those crops, some interesting things were happening in the snow-covered valley.
These interesting things came from a few submissive members of the Sheep Tribe. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net
After realizing that both exits were blocked, these few Sheep Tribe submissives suddenly remembered they had once been Sheep Tribe members. Though traitors, they wouldn’t be killed.
Sometimes when people are pushed to the edge, they think of things they never dared to before.
For example, these few submissives, after realizing this, turned on the panicked Semi-Farming Tribe people running alongside them…
However, they misjudged one thing — when they looked at the Green Sparrow Tribe people with ingratiating smiles, they were instantly knocked down into the snow by an angry old Sheep Tribe member’s stick…