I am a Primitive Man

The sun slowly slanted westward, and the chaotic scene gradually became quiet.

In front of the gate of the Green Sparrow Tribe, not too far from the large pit, there were scattered people lying around in various awkward positions.

These people were all bound with ropes, and except for a few sitting up, the rest were lying or crouching on the ground in positions resembling silkworms wrapped in cocoons.

Surrounding them were Green Sparrow Tribe members holding sharp stone spears pointed at them. The fear of death completely enveloped them, and apart from the occasional muffled groans of pain, the area was eerily quiet with no other sounds.

The members of the Flying Snake Tribe sat quietly, anxiously awaiting their unknown fate.

"Move out!"

A distant voice called out as the returning eldest senior brother and a few others escorted two bound individuals back to the gathering place.

These two had jumped into the Green Sparrow Tribe's river in a desperate attempt to escape but, lacking swimming skills, ended up gulping down water. They were pulled out by the Eldest Senior Brother and others stationed at the riverbank, and after some water was expelled, they were led, stumbling, toward the place that terrified them.

Seeing the Eldest Senior Brother and his group return safely, Han Cheng’s tense expression finally relaxed into a faint smile. All the Green Sparrow Tribe members who participated in the pursuit had returned without casualties.

Except for one seriously injured person, the rest had only minor injuries, with even fewer suffering light wounds. The only significant issue was exhaustion from the prolonged chase.

A total of sixty-eight Flying Snake Tribe members had been captured, with thirty-one dead. Combined, the total was ninety-nine people!

In other words, this battle had resulted in at least ninety-nine casualties for the Flying Snake Tribe!

Most of the deaths occurred due to traps or the initial barrage of arrows. During the later pursuit, because Han Cheng had specifically instructed, the Green Sparrow Tribe members did not kill indiscriminately. Only a few of the most resistant individuals were killed.

Han Cheng had roughly estimated that the Flying Snake Tribe had about one hundred and twenty people before the battle. This meant fewer than thirty had escaped.

After this battle, the powerful and evil Flying Snake Tribe could be considered defeated.

Such a stark contrast might seem surprising when only the results are considered, but given the pre-battle and in-battle conditions, this outcome was only to be expected.

After arranging for Liang to tend to the more severely injured tribe members, Han Cheng inquired about the situation of the important tribe members and then summoned Tu Mao.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

While the war was crucial, the post-war handling was equally important. After all, the war was fought to protect their interests, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

The immediate task was to intimidate further and somewhat comfort the captives. By combining benevolence with severity and firmness, Han Cheng aimed to stabilize them initially before quickly treating their wounds.

Every life saved was valuable since the Green Sparrow Tribe considered these captives the most important spoils of war.

Tu Mao’s leg had not been injured to the bone but only pierced through the flesh. After some rest and treatment, his injury had greatly improved. If he moved quickly, his limp was less noticeable.

However, that was before the battle; after it started, Tu Mao’s limp had returned, and he hobbled, almost as if he were about to fall.

Especially after walking past the traps that had not yet been cleared due to the rush of time and seeing the unicorn covered in blood lying motionless in the pit in a rather peculiar position, Tu Mao's limp became even more pronounced.

What had he just seen?

The unicorn, which had seemed invincible, was now dead without even reaching the tribe's gate, and no one from the tribe had been injured.

The tribe he had previously been with, which had overrun several other tribes in recent years, had been crushed with hardly any resistance.

Even after seeing this tribe's traps and preparations, he felt that the evil tribe could not take this place.

Still, he had never imagined such a powerful and invincible evil tribe would be defeated so thoroughly and decisively!

He was thankful that the shaman had sent him here as a scout; otherwise, he might have been dead today.

"Divine Child."

"Shaman."

"Chief."

The Green Sparrow Tribe has always focused on the cultural assimilation of new members into the tribe and quickly increasing their cultural identity.

So, after spending some time here, Tu Mao could speak a bit of the Green Sparrow Tribe's official language, Mandarin.

He approached and respectfully greeted the three significant figures of the tribe, not daring to show any negligence.

He was incredibly respectful to the young Divine Child, who appeared to have recently come of age and was not very mature, and he was even a bit frightened.

Having witnessed the arrangements made by this young Divine Child during the defense against the Flying Snake Tribe, Tu Mao knew that these arrangements were the key to their success.

He had indeed seen the power of wisdom.

Previously, Tu Mao had admired strong individuals the most, but after this event, his respect for those with wisdom had grown even more.

Even the strongest individual could not have killed the fearsome unicorn, but wisdom had achieved it effortlessly.

"Look through here and find out which ones are the leaders of the evil tribe."

Han Cheng nodded to Tu Mao and spoke.

Tu Mao found it challenging to understand such long sentences and needed Shang to translate.

After grasping Han Cheng's meaning, Tu Mao hurriedly went to examine the row of corpses.

"￥6!"

Not long after, Tu Mao pointed at one of the corpses and called out.

Was this a leader of the Flying Snake Tribe?

Seeing the corpse Tu Mao pointed to, Han Cheng's face twitched involuntarily.

He remembered this person well because he had been dragged out from underneath the armored unicorn.

To be more precise, he had been pulled out from the unicorn's nether regions.

This warrior, who had fought fiercely against the unicorn, was a leader?

This is genuinely heroic.