Chapter 743: The Second Clash Between Two Tribes (Part 2)
After the thunderous beat of the drum, the people of the Green Sparrow tribe and the allied tribes were instantly invigorated, as if the drumbeat wasn’t just the sound of a war drum, but their battle cries.
With the drum’s sound, everyone gripped their weapons tightly and stepped forward with renewed spirit.
The Green Sparrow warriors in the center quickened their pace, and those on either side from the allied tribes, already unable to contain their excitement, also hastened their steps.
Some, carried away by their excitement, sped up even more, surpassing the Green Sparrow warriors in the center.
Usually, when hunting, they would have rushed ahead in a chaotic swarm, but this time, they restrained themselves, stopping to wait briefly for the others before continuing forward.
Han Cheng’s other drumstick struck down heavily. The drum’s surface vibrated as the sound spread outward.
Amidst the drumbeats, the rows of armed warriors marched forward with high morale, closing in on the nearby Half-Farming tribe.
They excitedly jumped and shouted on the spot, then quickly ran to the fence gate, opened the Half-Farming tribe’s closed gate, and with faces full of excitement and wild joy, waved and called out to the approaching crowd.
Initially, some archers in the tribe had thought about shooting these two who were jumping around so wildly, but upon seeing their behavior, they abandoned the idea.
Han Cheng, standing on the sled holding the drumsticks, looked at the two who opened the gate and were rejoicing, and couldn’t help but feel emotional.
People always say: The righteous gain many helpers, while the unrighteous have few.
When one is righteous, people will bring food and drink to welcome the king’s troops.
Now, leading the tribal allied army to attack the Half-Farming tribe, just arriving at the doorstep, someone opened the gate to welcome them. This shows how much the people support their action, how just and righteous it is!
They genuinely are an army of benevolence and justice!
The wicked and unrighteous Half-Farming tribe deserves to be attacked by such a righteous army!
Han Cheng shamelessly thought this as he struck the drumstick down again, this time with much more force than before…
Inside the largest and most central house of the Half-Farming tribe, a half-awake female shaman was startled awake by the muffled thunder-like sound.
Rubbing her eyes, she looked out sleepily through the gaps in the doorway and saw some pure white snow.
What’s going on? The heavy snow hasn’t melted yet; how is there thunder?
Thinking this was the case, she lay back down to sleep.
Because if she kept sleeping, she wouldn’t feel so hungry and would need to eat less food.
This was a hard truth the tribe’s shamans had concluded before, and she had verified it herself.
But just as she lay down, another muffled thunder rolled in from outside.
This time, the female shaman of the Half-Farming tribe heard it and confirmed it wasn’t her imagination.
Why did she also faintly hear shouting? What’s happening outside?
Thinking this, she climbed up from where she was sleeping, came to the door, pulled back the animal hide covering, and bent low to peek outside…
Next door, the Chief of the Half-Farming tribe was also awakened by the thunder on this winter day. Following the tribe’s tradition of eating less and sleeping more in winter, he was very annoyed by the noise.
Because once woken, he would feel the hunger in his stomach again, which was far from pleasant.
He closed his eyes to try to sleep again, but who would have thought the thunder wouldn’t stop?
Not only that, but the thunder was mixed with loud howling sounds.
Having often dealt with those sheep tribe slaves, the Half-Farming tribe leader immediately recognized the howling as coming from them.
This made him furious.
He threw off his blankets, grabbed a wooden stick, and stormed out of the house.
He couldn’t do anything about the thunder in the sky, but those howling sheep tribe captives, he could certainly teach a lesson to.
Just as the angry Half-Farming tribe Chief ran out, he raised the wooden stick high and shouted fiercely towards the source of the noise. Chapters first released on NoveIꜰire.net
At the same time, he started running, eager to severely beat those slaves who had been howling nonsense since early morning.
But his shouts were cut off abruptly; his running steps halted as if his feet were frozen by the ice and snow beneath.
His mouth hung open wide, wooden stick raised, dumbfounded as he stared at the large number of people appearing around the tribe.
Where did these people come from?
What are they doing in his tribe?
Did they fall from the sky?
Hearing the continuous thunder-like roar among them, the Half-Farming tribe Chief was utterly confused.
The female shaman of the Half-Farming tribe also looked at the completely unexpected scene and was stunned.
But her shock didn’t last long because she had already seen these evil people, some of whom had entered the tribe through their gate.
More people were pushing hard against the tribe’s fences.
Several fence sections had already been pushed down, and those people were stepping over the fallen fences to enter the tribe.
They came with intense hostility!
This was the first thought that came to her mind.
She let out a sharp, trembling scream.
Those Half-Farming tribe people who had been coming out of their houses after hearing the noise were surprised to discover that the female shaman, who usually spoke softly and acted calmly, could scream so loudly.
This thought only stayed in their minds briefly because the next moment, the somewhat stunned Half-Farming tribe people panicked.
Because of the shocking scene before them and the shaman’s piercing scream, they understood one thing: the enemy had come!
And it was an enemy so powerful it took their breath away!
The Half-Farming tribe instantly snapped out of their earlier collective shock, panic spreading throughout the tribe.
The Half-Farming tribe leader, holding his big wooden stick, shouted and ran swiftly toward the livestock area. Following him were a dozen or so stronger tribesmen who had also rushed out.
“Release the arrows!”
Han Cheng held a drumstick in his right hand, pointed at the running Half-Farming tribe leader and his group, and shouted.