I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 847: “Attack!”
Chapter 847 – “Attack!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang…”
In a stretch of wilderness, sounds rang out. Branches shook with the movement.
Through the young, sprouting trees, human figures could be seen moving among them.
These people were dressed strangely—wearing vine helmets, vine armor, and carrying double-shoulder backpacks that clearly shouldn’t exist in this era.
This group was none other than Han Cheng and his companions, who had left the tribe and were heading south.
After traveling for some time, they had already left the territory familiar to the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Now they were walking through completely unfamiliar land. Even Mao, who often led the tribe’s trade caravans between nearby tribes, had never been here.
The Second Senior Brother, walking at the front and carrying an axe, swung it with both hands to chop obstructing branches, clearing a path. Others held sickles to cut away thorny plants and widen the passage, allowing people and animals to pass.
Mao climbed a tree, his feet on branches, one hand hugging the trunk, the other shielding his eyes to scan the surroundings.
“Let’s go that way! The vegetation is thinner over there!”
After observing for a while, Mao pointed to the slightly left direction ahead and informed the group.
The Second Senior Brother, holding a bronze axe, turned to check Mao’s indicated direction. Once confirmed, he started clearing that path.
After walking about 300–400 meters, the dense vegetation gradually thinned. Continuing a short distance further, the path became easy to traverse without clearing, and the view widened.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief—they had finally exited the dense area.
Han Cheng smiled at Mao.
Indeed, skill specialized by practice mattered. Mao, who was accustomed to leading trade caravans between tribes, knew far better than Han Cheng—the somewhat homebound, half-primitive man—how to find suitable paths in unfamiliar terrain.
Han Cheng had already planned this: of the thirty-five people traveling south, the entire trade team of twenty was included, making up over half the group.
Besides the trade team, Han Cheng had carefully chosen the others.
For example, the Second Senior Brother, now stronger after losing his enormous belly, and his adult son—less intense than his father but still sturdier than most in the tribe—were tasked mainly with clearing the path.
“Everyone, let’s rest for a bit.”
After a while, the path opened further, and Han Cheng suggested a pause, sweating from the effort.
The group rested accordingly, but not in clusters. They split into three circles, each facing outward rather than inward.
This arrangement allowed them to monitor the surroundings with no blind spots while avoiding concern for attacks from behind.
This was Han Cheng’s idea. In the wild, in an unfamiliar land, extra caution was never excessive.
While the group rested, another person quickly climbed a nearby tree, drew the axe from his waist, and chopped away the obstructing branches.
Soon, a large piece of bark peeled from the higher southern side of the tree.
Against the surrounding brown bark, it stood out clearly.
This was to prevent getting lost on the return journey—Han Cheng had specifically instructed this.
Throughout their journey, similar markers were left at intervals. Where no suitable trees existed, high piles of stones were built, or irregular wooden circles were constructed.
Meanwhile, Han Cheng mapped their route on paper. Mao, skilled in remembering paths, paid close attention to landmarks.
Shi Tou also used charcoal and paper to record unusual sights or noteworthy events—similar to a diary.
After resting briefly, the group set off again, clearing the way through unknown southern territory.
Meanwhile, the Black Stone Tribe-led alliance, aiming to seize the Green Sparrow Tribe, arrived at a previously inhabited tribe site.
The cave still bore scorched traces from fire—ruined and low.
Within the crumbling enclosure were partially burned logs, remnants of shelters the former residents had built. These shelters once contained rabbits and other animals.
But all had been killed and eaten by the cursed Black Stone Tribe leader and his people.
Seeing the ruined cave and overgrown yard, Shu Pi felt deep resentment and anger toward the Black Stone leader.
After resting for one night at the ruined Shu Pi tribe site, the next day they continued south.
However, Shu Pi felt anxious. He only knew the distance from the Black Stone Tribe to his former tribe, and from there to the Green Sparrow Tribe.
He didn’t know the exact route from this site to the Bone Tribe where he once lived.
After being expelled from the Green Sparrow Tribe, he wandered, a lost person with no home. How he reached his later settlement from the original Bone Tribe was blurry in his memory.
He could roughly sense the direction to the Bone Tribe and the southern Green Sparrow Tribe, but not the precise path.
He did not reveal this. On one hand, he feared that the impatient Black Stone Tribe members wanting to attack the Green Sparrow Tribe would turn violent. On the other hand, he worried the Black Stone leader might change plans and return instead of attacking.
If that happened, he would be distraught.
So Shu Pi led them forward, hoping silently that the shaman of the Green Sparrow Tribe was praying at the totem pole, asking the gods for guidance to reach the Green Sparrow Tribe safely.
The Black Stone Tribe leader and his people, following ahead, had no idea of Shu Pi’s inner thoughts.
“Splash!”
In the stream, fish traps set the previous night stirred as fish jumped inside.
The fish were quickly killed with the back of a knife, gills removed, scales scraped, and placed into clay pots for cooking.
The emptied traps were returned to the water to lure more fish, ensuring a fresh catch for the next morning.
“Plop!”
The Second Senior Brother tossed a half-grown wild boar onto the ground. He and others began processing it.
Meat was for eating, bones for soup, innards mostly fed to the dogs, and the hide preserved for shoe or leg coverings.
This boar had fallen into a trap set the previous night.
Since this journey was by land, supplies were limited despite each person carrying a backpack and two donkeys, plus eight deer for transport.
To conserve food, the group hunted or foraged whenever possible.
At camp, traps or snares were set to catch prey and protect the site. In rivers or ponds, fish traps were immediately deployed.
While the Second Senior Brother processed the boar, Third Senior Brother, carrying a bow, and other archers returned with birds and small animals.
Some were eaten for breakfast, others were stored for later. Hot water was poured into large clay jars for drinking on the move.
Han Cheng, under the protection of a few, observed surrounding vegetation—searching for useful plants and those specific to southern regions. In non-winter months, plant types helped him distinguish north from south.
“Woof! Woof!”
At that moment, the tribe’s dogs suddenly barked.
Having raised dogs for years, the tribe immediately knew something was approaching.
Everyone grabbed their weapons.
Those patrolling with Han Cheng moved cautiously, guiding him toward the camp.
Halfway there, four or five shield-and-spear bearers came running from the camp to assist.
“Over there! Over there! People!”
The fastest climber, still in a tree, shouted, pointing west.
“Not many?”
The Third Senior Brother asked loudly.
“Not few—about twenty!”
The man counted briefly.
“They’re heading this way!”
A moment later, he shouted again.
“Stay alert! Be ready!”
Han Cheng, protected by a few, saw the makeshift stone-ringed stoves. Thinking quickly, he issued instructions.
Trained people immediately formed a defensive line. Bronze-tipped vine shields were placed in front, with bronze spears behind. Archers and slingers took positions on the sides, the Third Senior Brother on higher ground.
The Green Sparrow Tribe was ready. Dogs were called back to avoid harm.
“Closer! Some have raised their arms with stones!”
The tree lookout ed.
“Anyone else?”
Han Cheng asked.
“No!”
“Then get down and behind the shield wall!” Han Cheng said sharply.
“Okay,” the man responded reluctantly. Sliding down quickly, he reached the shield line, craning his neck until Han Cheng tapped his head to lower it.
Meanwhile, the approaching tribe came into view, yelling and screaming.
They were wrapped in furs or bare-chested, hair wild, wielding wooden weapons. Unlike other tribes that approached the Green Sparrow Tribe with friendliness, this one showed no hospitality.
The Green Sparrow Tribe felt no fear. Many were excited—they had advanced weapons and trained frequently, eager for a fight.
“#￥￥%!”
The one-eyed leader yelled, running forward with a stone in one hand, a stick in the other. His followers copied him, throwing stones and charging.
They were angry—smoke had appeared in their territory while hunting, signaling intruders. They would collect wild vegetables and hunt animals, which would reduce their tribe’s food supply.
They remembered past battles—one battle had cost their leader an eye. No one dared trespass anymore… until now.
Seeing food and animals taken, the one-eyed leader roared, throwing his stone and charging with his stick.
Han Cheng had initially intended to warn them. These attackers, fewer in number, were practically marching to their deaths.
But seeing the flying stones, he swallowed his warnings and instead shouted clearly:
“Attack!”
Han Cheng acted decisively. Though he valued life, when another tribe attacked his people, he could not hold back.
He needed to subdue their anger and bring order.
.
!
Chapter 847: “Attack!”
Comments