I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 851: The Divine Child’s Cunning
Chapter 851 – The Divine Child’s Cunning
While Shang and the others were eating atop the walls, the leaders of the Blackstone Tribe were also having their meal.
Compared to the steaming, hearty food that Shang and the Green Sparrow Tribe people were enjoying, the food eaten by the Blackstone Tribe leaders was far simpler.
“￥%6#!”
Some of the tribes were running low on food, and someone suggested—go to that strange and terrifying tribe nearby and bring back some of the bodies of those who had died there today.
The suggestion was not carried out immediately.
It wasn’t because they were hesitant or afraid, but because retrieving the dead would require approaching that fearsome tribe.
After a while, seeing that no one dared to go, the Blackstone Tribe leader spoke. The gist of his words was that only after everyone had eaten their fill and regained strength could they effectively attack this tribe.
Although he said this, he did not personally share the food his tribe carried. Instead, he ordered Shu Pi to take a few Blackstone Tribe men, armed, to handle the task.
He also mentioned that it was already nighttime, so the tribe would not be able to see them.
Upon understanding the Blackstone leader’s intent, Shu Pi felt an urge to leap up and curse the leader out loud.
Shameless! Why don’t you do it yourself?
Though he thought this, he dared not act on it. So, he took the Blackstone weapons and, along with some men, headed toward the tribe that seemed terrifying.
Shu Pi fully embodied the Blackstone Tribe leader’s style: he held a large, rough wooden board firmly in front of him and, along with a few others, walked at the rear of the group as they crawled toward the tribe, like a giant beast lying in wait…
Meanwhile, after eating more than half his bowl, Shang’s face lit up with delight—he had just remembered how to capture as many of the invading tribe members as possible.
“Liutou, Sparrow, you two eat quickly. After finishing, go to sleep.”
Shang moved his bowl slightly closer and raised his voice.
The two called by name looked up in surprise.
“I’m not sleepy. I want to stay up here and guard.”
One said, and the other immediately agreed: “Yes, I’m not sleepy either. I want to stay up and guard.”
“You two, come over here.”
Shang called out.
The two with bowls came to his side.
“I’ve figured out how to capture these people. After you finish eating, go to sleep. I’ll have someone feed the donkeys and prepare water and food for you. Early tomorrow, ride the donkeys to the main tribe and inform the shaman and the leader about the situation. Then they’ll bring people around behind the enemy and quietly set traps—just like when the Divine Child attacked the Half-Farming Tribe…”
Hearing Shang’s whole plan, the two’s eyes lit up. No more objections—they quickly finished their bowls and went to sleep.
“I’ll feed the donkeys!”
Someone who often tended the donkeys heard Shang and volunteered immediately.
After quickly finishing his meal, he too went to feed the donkeys.
“I’ll prepare food for them.”
Another helper heard this and couldn’t resist; he too left the walls.
Soon, everyone on the walls and inside the tribe knew of Shang’s plan. Those who had fretted over how to capture as many enemies as possible were now thrilled, their eyes sparkling like stars.
This was indeed a brilliant plan!
Especially those who had followed Han Cheng against the Half-Farming Tribe—they had seen the Divine Child use this method firsthand, capturing the Half-Farming Tribe almost completely.
Back then, Shang had captured many alone, chasing groups of people with a spear.
Now, emulating the Divine Child, they would surely capture many of these intruders.
Those who dared attack their tribe would all become slaves, working the fields and mining stone!
The mere thought was thrilling, even more so than humming a primitive tune could bring.
“Wooo… wooo…”
Several dogs tethered to the walls suddenly barked outside, alerting everyone. Bowls were set down, and weapons grabbed.
Several people, including Shang, lit simple fire sticks and hurled flaming grass balls outward.
The fireballs tore through the night, revealing glimpses of the outside.
They saw some people—dragging or carrying corpses, but not charging directly at their tribe.
“Don’t shoot them! Let them carry the corpses!”
Some, seeing enemies daring to approach at night, drew their bows angrily—but Shang quickly intervened.
“Don’t scare them all away!”
Those initially confused realized Shang was right. If they attacked too hard before the main tribe arrived, the plan would fail.
Laughter rang out on the walls as Shang and others continued tossing fireballs to illuminate the enemies’ movements.
Those carefully creeping forward, including Shu Pi, were startled. Some ran in fear, while Shu Pi internally cursed the Blackstone leader.
“This is what you meant by being undetected?!”
Once one led the run, others followed, regardless of whether they had found corpses. Stones tripped some; others thought they had been struck by arrows, screaming and struggling.
The Green Sparrow Tribe on the walls laughed and worried, seeing this chaos.
Meanwhile, Shu Pi stopped, eyes glowing, listening intently to the words from above.
After a while, he followed, using the faint light from the fireballs to navigate.
He was elated—he had just heard that familiar language!
He had learned it in the Green Sparrow Tribe from a half-grown boy named Shi Tou, though imperfectly.
Though he had forgotten much over time, he could still recognize the language: Mandarin.
This tribe was indeed the Green Sparrow Tribe!
Shu Pi was certain. The layout, bows, and slings, and language all matched.
Why the surroundings looked different—different mountains—Shu Pi reasoned: the tribe had relocated after he left, rebuilding under the guidance of the clever Divine Child.
Relocation was rare and complex, but under the Divine Child, they could build comfortable housing on flat land, even erecting impassable walls like the one before him.
That evening, he had been far behind the Blackstone leader, amid chaos and screams, and had not noticed the voices from the walls.
Now his heart burned with excitement. His resentment at being sent to collect corpses vanished. Without this, he could not have heard their speech or confirmed the tribe’s identity.
He was now entirely at ease, regardless of whether the Blackstone Tribe could capture the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Ideally, he wished the Blackstone leader would be struck by arrows first, allowing the rest to capture the tribe afterward.
Then he could kidnap the Divine Child and play happily. With the Divine Child, he could eventually command a larger compound than the Green Sparrow Tribe and possess everything they had.
While others celebrated the tribe’s beauty, Shu Pi would have the most important prize: the Divine Child. The thought delighted him immensely.
The group moved carefully toward the Blackstone leader’s firelight.
Because they had been detected earlier, they brought back only three corpses—not enough to satisfy hunger.
The Blackstone leader then had tribes with more food share with those running low.
“#￥%@#…”
Some leaders were reluctant, so the Blackstone leader raised his voice, reasoning that only when everyone was full could they attack the Green Sparrow Tribe effectively.
If they captured the tribe, no one would have to worry about food; everyone could eat freely.
After the terrifying battle at dusk, many feared the difficulty of attacking, and some even considered retreating.
Seeing this, the Blackstone leader beat the uncooperative leaders and led by example, distributing his own food.
The effect was immediate.
With full bellies, courage returned, and panic diminished.
“￥6#￥E…”
By the firelight, the Blackstone leader addressed all loudly. He displayed his weapons: Blackstone arms, longbows, and thick boards tied with rope for protection.
His message: do not fear the Green Sparrow Tribe. With weapons and numbers, they could defeat them.
The tribes spoke similar languages, so coordination was possible.
Upon hearing this, confidence grew.
“￥%#4…”
The Blackstone leader continued, summoning bow-equipped tribes to target people atop the Green Sparrow Tribe’s peculiar dwellings tomorrow, instead of rushing forward blindly like yesterday.
If they killed those on the roofs with arrows, the rest of the tribe could be easily overrun—and the spoils would be theirs.
With the plan clear, morale surged.
Those with bows grew confident; those without bows even more so, having witnessed the power of arrows that evening.
Now reminded they too had bows, everyone realized they could fight back.
Some regretted acting impulsively at dusk—if they had used bows first, they might already be inside the Green Sparrow Tribe, with far fewer casualties.
The fire danced, lighting a circle in the darkness.
The Blackstone leader smiled, proud that his plan calmed fears and restored confidence.
At Copper Mountain, Shang pondered the situation. Usually hot-headed, he now felt the weight of responsibility.
With the Divine Child, shaman, and leaders absent, the entire settlement rested on him.
As long as the enemies stayed outside, the walls would hold. Combined with his plan, the intruders would gain nothing.
But Shang wanted to ensure absolute security; he would guard the settlement without fault.
The walls, made of stone, were solid though not as tall as the main tribe’s. With defenders, scaling them was impossible.
His gaze fell on the gate.
With improved bronze tools and craftsmanship, the gate had been upgraded from a sturdy, flexible wooden fence to thick planks.
Still, wood could not match stone in strength.
Even knowing defenders would hold the gate, Shang remained cautious.
“You all guard here. Throw fireballs down when needed. Sleep now, then take shifts. Follow me.”
He arranged some to guard, others to sleep, and slaves to follow him down from the walls.
Soon, fires burned near the gate, and people with pickaxes and copper shovels dug trenches.
By midnight, a large, convex-shaped pit had formed.
Sharpened stakes were placed inside, then covered with soil and branches to mark the trap and prevent tribe members from falling in.
Chalk was used to mark paths for their own people, unknown to the enemy.
Seeing the completed trap, Shang smiled, reassured that even if the gate were breached, the tribe would remain safe.
The Divine Child had once used this method to trap the fearsome Flying Snake Tribe and kill many; now Shang emulated it.
Those helping him also smiled with satisfaction.
At dawn, Liutou and Sparrow, who had slept early, each led two donkeys along the chalk-marked paths to the gate.
Shang personally opened the gate for them.
“Return quickly to the main tribe and inform the shaman and leader.”
The two nodded vigorously, understanding.
They mounted the donkeys and sped along the Bronze Road, soon disappearing from view.
Chapter 851: The Divine Child’s Cunning
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