Chapter 70: First Encounter

The walls of the cattle pen have already begun to rise; at first, the herd was still a bit afraid of the humans coming and going here, but after being led by Xiaoniu to drink water with added salt several times, they completely ignored the weak humans.

The walls are getting higher and higher, but a gap is still left, the kind that allows two cattle to pass through at the same time; the herd has already completely accustomed itself to the existence of the high walls, and although the space inside is very small, these high walls can give them enough sense of security.

For the sake of the herd, Xiaoniu no longer goes into the city to sleep, but instead leads the herd to sleep in the not-yet-fully-completed cattle pen; as time passed, the herd became completely accustomed to entering the cattle pen at night.

After another period of time, Baifeng and the others will be able to install a gate for the cattle pen; in the morning, they will let them out to find food on their own, and at night, they will lock them up; when Winter arrives, they will no longer let them out, but will feed them stored grass, and they will choose a portion of the cattle to slaughter as food.

Of course, Baifeng is currently only imagining it this way, and what will happen in the future is still unknown; Xiaoniu has now gradually adapted to life with the herd, and he no longer cares whether his fur is dirty, nor does he care if his tail is knotted into clumps with cow dung and mud.

The frequency of Baifeng visiting Xiaoniu is decreasing, and the same goes for Sui; she does not like the stinky Xiaoniu, but she only needs to see that Xiaoniu is living safely.

The Zhique Tribe has already reached the Old Camp of Baifeng and the others; Heichang and his men saw the few lonely little houses and thought it was a particularly small tribe, so without the slightest hesitation, everyone charged up together, but they did not expect it to be an empty camp, with not a single person there.

It is not to be blamed on Heichang and his men; after all, the camps at this time are one more dilapidated than the next; Baifeng and the others had not abandoned their Old Camp for long, and the kilns and fire pits from when they used to fire things still had black soil and thick ash inside, so at a glance, it was really hard to tell how long ago it had gone out.

Heichang led his men to search the camp once, and they did not find any food, but they were not discouraged; this place is also very suitable for temporary stationing, and the resources are abundant; with their strength, they can completely hunt enough food.

It is just that they have already become accustomed to the method of wiping out a human tribe and then spending the Winter; they no longer have the idea of staying here for a long time; the red-eyed and coarse-tempered crowd put down their luggage and then each went to look for food.

As for the small house on the platform, it was occupied by Heichang; he had never seen this kind of house built with soil before, and he did not expect it to be unexpectedly good to live in, much better than his own Tent, it was just a bit small.

The people of the Zhique Tribe soon found a water pool nearby; after nearly a year of recuperation, there were once again a great many large fish there; they used human-sea tactics and easily caught many fish, but this kind of bland fish meat, with so many bones, was not as delicious as human meat.

They ate the fish meat and sucked on the fish tails, arguing together about which part of the meat was delicious, their eyes bulging and red, saliva flying; some said it was thigh meat, some said it was the buttocks, and some with heavy tastes liked the intestines and stomach; of course, this person was looked down upon by everyone, and only the lowest-level people would be assigned the intestines and stomach filled with excrement.

The people of the Baifeng Tribe had no idea that danger was nearby; after counting the people in the morning, they each took their men to do their own work; the hunting range of the Hunter Team is expanding because there are fewer prey in the closer places, and in order to have enough prey in the future, they have no choice but to walk to farther places.

The area around the Old Camp is also within their hunting range; after all, the forest there is dense, making it easier to find prey, and they can even occasionally run to the houses to take a rest.

This day, a Hunter Small Team of more than ten people, because they could not find prey and the time was near noon, had no choice but to go near the water pool, thinking of finding a few fish to eat as lunch; these people specialize in catching those that fly in the sky and run on the ground, and there are specialized tribesmen to catch those that swim in the water.

Fish is already a very abundant food in the Baifeng Tribe; with the vast Dahu and rich resources, the catch of the Baifeng Tribe does not cause any major changes at all.

When those few people were walking towards the water pool while laughing and talking, a tribesman's head was suddenly hit by a stone, and then he was covered in blood on the spot and fainted to the ground.

The other people's bodies were hit by stones everywhere; the light ones were in unbearable pain, and the heavy ones felt that their bones had already broken; two were lucky, as the stones flew past them and they were not hit.

The tribesmen felt that something was wrong; the vigilance from long-term hunting let them know that they had been ambushed, so they quickly crouched down, hoping to avoid the stones that were still flying; but after the stones stopped, they saw a huge group of savages surrounding them here.

These few people of theirs had absolutely no chance of winning, let alone that most of them were already injured and had lost their combat effectiveness, and it was even difficult to stand up and run away.

Watching that group of savages getting closer and closer, they had no choice but to let those who were not injured take those who could run and leave quickly, while at the same time taking away the Knife and bow; if people can run, one by one is one; but these Weapons must not fall into the hands of others no matter what; they felt that their lives were not as valuable as these Weapons.

Those who could run did not have the slightest nostalgia and picked up their things and ran; one person with an injured leg also wanted to run, but just as he stood up and moved two steps, his head was immediately broken by a stone; the stone flew far away with broken flesh and blood, and the person who was hit no longer had the ability to escape, lying straight on the ground.

The Sling is the most important attack method of the Zhique Tribe; like the Spear Thrower of the Baifeng Tribe, the Sling uses a rope to strike stones with a power several times greater than throwing them by relying solely on human arms.

However, this also requires a lot of practice; after their tribe has killed enough people in the Winter, they basically spend the rest of the time practicing the Sling; after all, stones are everywhere, and ropes, whether made of Grass or animal skin, are very easy to obtain.

When facing prey or enemies, they first throw out several waves of stones at the same time; as long as they are hit, their combat power can basically be lost by half; this time, nearly a hundred people threw together, and there were always lucky ones who could headshot someone at once.

They saw that some people were knocked down and some stood up and fled, so they all swarmed over to finish off those who were not completely dead, but it is a pity that only six people were killed here, and the others were all run away.

However, they would not let the meat beside their mouths run away; a group of people chased after them in a crowd, and stones were constantly flying, and a few more people were knocked down.

However, when Heichang saw the corpses dragged by his tribesmen and the Knives picked up, his gaze was attracted by the Knives; he had never seen such beautiful Knives that gleamed with cold light, let alone that they were so big.