Chapter 734: Sending a Head a Thousand Miles Away

The leader of the Semi-Farming tribe was angry once again. The reason for his anger was simple—it was that tamer from the Sheep tribe who had led him here.

That guy had stopped walking again. No matter how much he urged him forward, this timid fellow stubbornly refused to move any further.

This both angered and puzzled him. What kind of tribe was this exactly? How could it be that this usually fearful subordinate would rather endure his scolding than take another step forward?

This coward!

The leader of the Semi-Farming tribe spat at this trembling, fear-stricken guy.

Then, through the gaps between the trees, he looked ahead.

There were so many clearings here. If only their tribe had this many open spaces, then their food shortages wouldn’t be so severe.

The mountains here were also very strange—sheer cliffs without any slope, and surprisingly, they were a kind of earthy yellow color, somewhat resembling the mud walls built by their tribe.

Just as the leader of the Semi-Farming tribe was taking in these sights, his attention was suddenly drawn to a wolf appearing in his line of sight.

This tribe’s people were useless—wolves were living so boldly around their settlement.

After sneering in contempt, the Semi-Farming leader spotted five or six more wolves in other places, which made him look down on this so-called “Green Sparrow Tribe” even more.

The place his tribe had migrated to this year, under his leadership, had no such predators lingering nearby—either they were killed or driven off.

Yet this tribe, who knew how long they had lived here, still had so many wolves around them?

If not weak in combat, then what else?

The Semi-Farming leader thought this, but did not notice that the Sheep tribe man, whose face was already pale, had turned even paler and was quietly stepping backward.

“#￥%……”

The Sheep tribe man finally lost control of his fear, let out a shout, and stumbled backward, running wildly.

As someone living near the Green Sparrow tribe, he knew how terrifying these creatures were.

In the past, when he came with the leader, the wolves would not attack him. But now, the leader was dead, and he had smeared his face with that leader’s blood, bringing these evil people to this tribe…

His howl was like a trumpet blast. The wolves that had been slowly moving forward suddenly burst into a sprint, howling “woo-woo” as they ran.

As these howls echoed, more wolves rushed from other places toward them, catching the Semi-Farming leader off guard.

For a time, the place was filled with the ferocious howling of wolves!

The Semi-Farming leader was both shocked—how were there so many wolves here?

And wolves generally don’t attack humans proactively, do they? What was going on?

Facing such a fierce wolf attack, the Semi-Farming leader who had just been disdainful of the Green Sparrow tribe now grew fearful.

He gripped his weapon tightly and shouted, ordering his followers to fight the wolves.

His hunting experience told him that fleeing now was not a good choice.

But even if he was brave, his donkey was not.

Before he finished speaking, his donkey panicked, turned around, howling in fear, and bolted away.

The others riding donkeys received the same treatment.

The angry Semi-Farming leader shouted twice, but his donkey ignored him and ran wildly.

Helpless, he had no choice but to crouch low and hold tightly to the donkey’s neck as it ran at full speed.

Passing by the sheep tribe man, who was running wildly and howling, the Semi-Farming leader wanted to kick that damn fellow to the ground.

If not for that guy’s reckless howling, maybe those damned wolves wouldn’t have gone mad chasing them.

But the bumpy ride on the donkey kept him from acting on that impulse…

Ever since Han Cheng gave the order to prepare for battle, the Green Sparrow tribe’s vigilance had significantly increased.

This disturbance quickly caught the attention of the people standing on the arrow tower.

Without hesitation, one person struck the wooden clapper in his hand.

With the urgent clapping sound, the Green Sparrow tribe immediately sprang into action.

The walls were climbed, and the gates were shut.

Han Cheng stood on the wall, staring eastward.

Hearing the dogs’ wild barking as they rushed east, Han Cheng immediately ordered the eldest senior brother and others to prepare inside the courtyard and pursue outside the tribe.

The just-closed gates opened again, and the eldest senior brother and others, armed with weapons, sprinted eastward along the stone path.

After they left, the tribe’s gates were closed again.

The shaman standing on the wall looked anxiously at the pursuers.

Han Cheng’s worries were fewer.

On one hand, he heard from the change in wolf howls that those spies were quickly retreating.

On the other hand, since those spying tribesmen were riding donkeys, it wouldn’t be easy for the eldest senior brother and others on foot to catch up.

Without much contact, there would be no casualties.

Moreover, even if contact happened, with wolves around and the eldest senior brother’s group well-trained and well-equipped, it was uncertain who would suffer losses.

Han Cheng’s thoughts were correct—the eldest senior brother’s group, running on two legs and starting late, indeed missed the Semi-Farming tribe.

However, he was wrong about one thing—they were not empty-handed.

Their “harvest” was the Sheep tribe’s subordinate, pinned down and terrified by the wolf pack, who had wet himself in fear.

The Semi-Farming leader, his donkey’s jolting making his inner thigh ache, turned back with a shaken expression.

They had finally shaken off those damned wolves.

Who knew how that cursed tribe managed to live with so many ferocious wolves around!

He wanted to ride back on the donkey to check the tribe’s reality, but just thinking of the wolves’ ferocity made him hesitate.

Besides, the donkey was foaming at the mouth and trembling; if chased again by wolves, it might not escape.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally led the donkey and a few other shaken tribesmen away.

As for that damned Sheep tribe subordinate, the Semi-Farming leader had no mind to care whether he lived or died.

Wolves should have already eaten that damned guy.

With so many ferocious wolves chasing and overwhelming him, it would be strange if he survived.

If anything, it would be good if he got eaten—if not for his howling, they wouldn’t have been discovered by those damned wolves.

But the Semi-Farming leader was wrong.

The Sheep tribe subordinate was not eaten; in fact, he was still very much alive.

Not only that, after going through repeated fear and meeting other survivors in the tribe, he poured out everything he had experienced and witnessed in the Semi-Farming tribe during that time.

Compared to the four Semi-Farming tribesmen, the Sheep tribe guy communicated far more smoothly with his people.

Through his account, Han Cheng and his group learned a lot more about the Semi-Farming tribe.

Originally, Han Cheng had thought to wait and send the eldest senior brother or others with captives from the Semi-Farming tribe to scout under their guidance, which would help gain confidence in the upcoming battle.

He didn’t understand military strategy but knew the saying: “Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.”

Now, before he could act on this, the Semi-Farming leader had already delivered their intelligence for him.

What a thoughtful and helpful man!

Han the Great Divine Child generously awarded the Semi-Farming leader a “Good Person” card.

The eldest senior brother and others were very frustrated to learn that not long ago, it had been the evil Semi-Farming leader himself who personally led men to spy outside their tribe.

The classic saying “Shoot the horse before shooting the rider; capture the leader before capturing the bandits” was not known by the eldest senior brother, but they felt that capturing the tribe leader first would make attacking the tribe easier.

Just like before, when Han Cheng dealt with the Flying Snake tribe, killing the leader and shaman first made dealing with the rest easier.

Han Cheng did not feel too regretful about this.

It was good if they could capture people from the Semi-Farming tribe; if not, it was no big deal.

Having this Sheep tribe guy delivered to them was enough.

Han Cheng looked at the battered Sheep tribe man with surprise.

It wasn’t because the Sheep tribe guy honestly revealed that he had smeared the Sheep tribe leader’s blood on his face, nor because he told them about the wise female priest of the Semi-Farming tribe.

What surprised him was that the Semi-Farming tribe, besides animal husbandry, had developed agriculture!

As a man from the future, Han Cheng understood the great significance of agriculture very well.

Having agriculture meant a tribe would have a stable food source.

And a stable food source often meant population growth and all kinds of progress…

The Semi-Farming tribe was the first tribe Han Cheng had encountered in this era, besides the Green Sparrow tribe he had taught racial talents to, which had developed agriculture.

No wonder this tribe seemed stronger than most.

No wonder the Sheep tribe man was crushed so easily by them…

It was a pity the tribe’s luck wasn’t good—they ran into this meddling time-traveling Han Cheng.

Otherwise, with donkeys and agriculture, they might have grown stronger in the future.

Luck was an essential factor.

For a person or a tribe alike.

From the Semi-Farming tribe, Han Cheng also realized something he had overlooked before.

That was the asynchronous development of tribes.

The environment around a tribe significantly impacts it, without a doubt.

These environmental influences gradually affect all aspects of the tribe, causing differences between tribes.

This asynchrony or disparity was still very obvious even under the global integration of the future, and even more so in this information-blocked era with little intertribal communication.

Realizing this, Han Cheng was silent for a while.

But his silence didn’t last long.

On one hand, in the roughly hundred-mile radius he knew about, apart from this migrating Semi-Farming tribe, there were no particularly advanced tribes, giving him enough time to develop the Green Sparrow tribe.

On the other hand, things were “When the army comes, block it with generals; when water comes, block it with earth”—and if it came to that, he had ways to deal with it.

Overthinking was making him uncomfortable, with no benefit.

The Sheep tribe guy was getting beaten again—beaten by his own Sheep tribe people.

Han Cheng was not surprised at all.

He had smeared the leader’s blood on his face, submitted to the Semi-Farming tribe, turned into a guide for them, and told everything without holding back.

It was strange if he wasn’t being beaten.

“Divine Child, we don’t want such a traitor, kill him…”

Mere beating was not enough to satisfy the angry Sheep tribe people who survived.

Growing angrier, they finally came before Han Cheng and expressed this idea.

Han Cheng looked at the furious Sheep tribe people, then at the traitor—covered in blood, scratched into a mess by the women of the tribe, curled up and trembling—and couldn’t help twitching his nose.

Indeed, women in any era were not easy to mess with; once enraged, it was hard to withstand them.

This Sheep tribe man was a perfect example.

However, despite this, Han Cheng had no intention of killing him…