I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 854: The Shaman: Cook, Then Set Out Overnight!
Chapter 854 – The Shaman: Cook, Then Set Out Overnight!
The main gate creaked open from within. Two men stepped out just as Liutou and Sparrow rode up on their donkeys.
“Hurry and tell the Shaman and the Chief!”
Liutou urged breathlessly.
“Someone’s already gone to fetch them,”
The man replied quickly, grabbing the donkeys’ reins to help the riders dismount.
Thud!
The donkey under Liutou suddenly went weak at the legs and collapsed flat on the ground. Liutou, still astride, was thrown forward, landing face-first and unable to rise.
The two gatekeepers gasped in alarm and rushed to lift him.
Thump!
Even as they helped Liutou up, another sound of falling came. Sparrow had toppled from his mount as well.
He had meant to climb down, but the moment he let go, his body gave out completely, and he crumpled to the ground.
One man ran to support him.
Both Sparrow and Liutou trembled uncontrollably as they were lifted.
Meanwhile, the remaining three donkeys, one after another, slumped to the ground, refusing to rise again. Tears welled in their large eyes.
This was abuse! Such loads were meant for horses—yet they had been forced on donkeys. Truly, it was too much to ask of them.
The Green Sparrow main tribe, deep in slumber, was quickly roused by their return.
Lights flared in houses, bonfires blazed in the central square, and people gathered in haste.
“Wake up! Everyone up! Hurry!”
Someone shouted while pulling on clothes.
“What’s going on?”
A drowsy voice answered, confused.
“The Copper Mountain settlement was attacked! Liutou and Sparrow rode back through the night to !”
The speaker strode out as he spoke, fully dressed.
“What?!”
The sleepy man’s eyes flew wide. He leapt from his bed in fury.
“They’ve got a death wish!”
He charged out, but after a few steps in the night chill, he realized something felt off. Touching himself, he found he hadn’t put on any clothes at all. Swearing, he dashed back inside, yanked his clothes from the bedside, tugged them on without caring how, and sprinted back outside again.
From young to old, fury surged through the tribe. They streamed to the firelit square.
Already gathered were the Shaman, his hair more white than black, and the Eldest Senior Brother, their chief.
“…Shang sent us back to tell everyone. He wants us to use the Divine Child’s method—like when we captured the Half-Farming Tribe—to seize every last one of the attackers…”
Propped up before the Shaman and Eldest Senior Brother, Liutou and Sparrow gave their .
Relief swept the crowd when they learned Shang wasn’t calling for aid, but rather planning to capture the enemy whole. They had feared Copper Mountain was collapsing.
But the relief instantly gave way to a fresh wave of rage.
They dared to attack our settlement, trample our crops—unforgivable!
Even the Shaman, usually the calm elder, burned with fury. If those invaders stood before him, he would gladly hurl stones at their heads.
“Fight! Kill some, and take the rest as slaves!”
Though old, the Shaman’s temper remained as fierce as ever—especially in matters of survival and honor.
Without waiting for anyone else, he shouted what was already in everyone’s hearts.
“No one sleeps tonight! Gather weapons and food at once—we march immediately! If we’re late, they’ll escape!”
His order rang sharp and decisive, pure and primal.
The bronze road ensured they wouldn’t lose their way at night. Rattan armor, vine shields, bows, spears, packs of dogs, and abundant manpower made beasts no threat.
Once humans mastered tools and stood united, even the fiercest monsters avoided them—or became food.
“Yes! Prepare now! Don’t let a single one escape!”
The tribe roared back in unison.
The Eldest Senior Brother assembled the trained warriors, selecting one hundred and eighty men as the main force.
Another sixty slaves were added, tasked with digging pits, setting traps, and binding captives.
Orders flew. Fighters gathered weapons, while others cooked food at breakneck speed. Ropes, picks, shovels, and other gear were fetched.
The Shaman, after finishing instructions, had Liutou and Sparrow carried to rest. Their thighs were raw, flesh torn from the relentless donkey ride. Exhausted beyond strength, they still yearned to fight.
The Eldest Senior Brother placed a firm hand on them.
“You’ve done your part. You completed your mission well. The rest is ours. Don’t worry—we’ll capture them all, not one will escape.”
Hearing this, the two finally relented, though they begged him to keep his word.
The Eldest Senior Brother and the other warriors nodded solemnly before heading to prepare.
Soon, steaming bowls of meat porridge arrived—cooked at the Shaman’s command just for the two messengers.
He even fed Sparrow by hand.
Though barely grown, still with traces of boyhood on his face, Sparrow’s courage had earned every warrior’s respect.
Looking at their ruined legs and determined faces, the Shaman’s heart swelled with warmth.
These are the youth of the Green Sparrow Tribe—the next generation. With such heirs, our tribe’s future is bright.
“Good children, you are both good children.”
The Shaman patted their shoulders gently.
At last, tears rolled down Liutou and Sparrow’s cheeks.
After eating three bowls each, their wounds were washed with willow decoction. They were told not to wear pants nor keep their legs pressed together at night, lest they suffer more by morning.
Meanwhile, someone ed:
“Shaman, the donkeys won’t get up.”
They still lay collapsed outside, blocking half the gate.
“Let them rest. Cover them with hides, give them warm salted water and good forage,” the Shaman ordered.
“These donkeys earned great merit today. They must be well treated.”
Preparations continued. Bundles of rope were packed especially thick—Liutou and Sparrow had said the enemy numbered three to four hundred.
Food was carried out for the marching warriors.
By the time all was ready, the armed force gathered in the square.
“Set out!”
The Eldest Senior Brother raised the Green Sparrow banner high. Warriors marched with him, slaves following with deer, picks, and shovels.
“Shaman! Stay and guard the tribe—we’ll return in a few days!”
The Eldest Senior Brother shouted as they stepped onto the bronze road.
“We’ll be back in a few days!”
The warriors echoed, their confidence undeniable.
The Green Sparrow Tribe was no longer the weaklings who once struggled against even the Flying Snake’s deputy chief.
Hearing the thunderous voices, the Shaman smiled. He waved them off, then told those left behind:
“Come, let’s guard the tribe well and wait for their return.”
The gates shut firmly. More sentries were posted on the walls.
The Shaman himself stayed awake, cloaked, patrolling the settlement. With Divine Child away seeking a new homeland, and Eldest Senior Brother leading the army, he now bore the tribe’s weight.
Though too old to march or explore, he would ensure the main tribe stood secure.
By his side was Yuan, once priestess of the Half-Farming Tribe. She silently aided him, her respect for the Shaman growing as she saw his decisiveness and resolve.
The waning moon hid behind clouds, as if frightened by the killing aura.
On the road, torches flared. Beneath the fluttering Green Sparrow banner, no one felt tired, bitter, or afraid.
All they knew was: their settlement was attacked, their fields trampled.
They must hurry, weapons in hand, to teach the enemy what it meant to provoke the Green Sparrow Tribe.
And it was spring plowing season. Delay would mean a lost harvest.
So they pressed on relentlessly, eager to finish the fight and return to farming.
Time slipped by. The morning star rose. Darkness yielded to dawn.
When the sun reached mid-morning, they arrived at Tongfu Inn and rested.
Veterans of many marches, they worked smoothly: fetching water, making fires, feeding the beasts, while others rested in rotation.
After a meal and a short break, they resumed westward along the bronze road, toward Copper Mountain.
Meanwhile, in the millet fields outside Copper Mountain, the Black Stone chief squatted by a fire, charring sticks and grinding them smooth on stone.
He was making arrows—learning from the Shu Pi Tribe’s method.
Many others did the same. Yesterday’s “victory” had drained all their arrows.
He had thought to collect the many arrows lying near the enemy wall, but discovered this morning they had been burned by the Green Sparrow defenders.
Furious, he ground his teeth.
If not for the wall being too tall, he would already have stormed them.
Muttering curses, he kept working.
Nearby, the Grass Tribe chief and her people struggled with their task: shooting birds for feathers. At first, they had rejoiced—meat as well as feathers. But soon they realized—there were almost no birds left here!
“How savage must the Green Sparrow be, to wipe out even the birds around their land?”
They despaired.
Other tribes, unable to make arrows, chopped trees and split crude planks, having learned that bark shields were useless.
Only heavy wood boards could protect them from those terrifying bronze-tipped arrows.
The Black Stone chief fingered a captured Green Sparrow arrowhead, marveling at its sharp golden gleam. He dreamed of fitting such tips to his own arrows—but his black stone was too hard to shape.
Still, when he looked at the growing piles of arrows and planks, his spirits lifted.
Soon, this settlement will fall. All their fine weapons will be ours—just like when we took the Shu Pi Tribe’s bows and fish traps.
On Copper Mountain’s wall, only a quarter of the defenders stood watch, the rest resting. Seeing no attack today, they were glad.
The sun slid westward.
The Black Stone chief gazed at the distant wall. Unlike yesterday, he didn’t attack. He wanted more arrows, more rest, and to strike tomorrow in one decisive blow.
As dusk fell, their campfires blazed. Bellies full, spirits high, and with arrows and planks piled ready, they laughed and dreamed of conquest—even smiling in their sleep.
“Set out!”
At the Dragon Gate Inn near Wild Duck Lake, Eldest Senior Brother’s cry rang out at dusk. The Green Sparrow warriors, fed and rested, marched west once more along the bronze road…
Chapter 854: The Shaman: Cook, Then Set Out Overnight!
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