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In the primeval forest that covers the sky and the sun, it is as quiet as if it is frozen. There is no sound of birds or wild beasts that appear. There is only the dense weeds and the giant trees that are thicker than humans.

The more you go in, the more you feel your own insignificance. The suppression that cannot see the outside world makes people feel involuntarily depressed and crazy.

But in the eyes of Pingpu people, this dense forest is the home given to them by the ancestors, the sky they can fly freely, and the place where they have lived since childhood.

Here, they are so familiar with each other.

Now, they are in their homes, hiding in every corner of the forest like invisible clothes, and outsiders can't find them at all.

If you don’t stare at a tree that is several people, no one will find that there are people hiding on the tree.

Two young Pingpu people lay motionless on the tree, their eyes fixed on the foot of the mountain not far away. They saw the hateful outsiders, the women and children who were being driven away by outsiders and kneeling on the ground.

"Nu Lu, what are the Han people doing?" The young Ketu felt confused.

"have no idea."

Na Lu shook his head, and suddenly the dagger in his right hand stabbed towards him, which scared Ketu, but then he became happy: "There is something to eat!"

"for you."

Na Lu split the snake into two and gave the piece with his head to Ketu. In the eyes of Pingpu people, the snake head was a good thing. Ketu pinched the snake's body at his mouth and greedily drank the snake's blood. After that, the two peeled off the snake's skin and swallowed it raw.

They were really hungry and they hadn't eaten for many days. Fortunately, there were many animals in the hunting ground given to them by the ancestors, so they could barely support them. Unfortunately, because the small Han teams often touched in, they dared not hunt often, nor did they dare to make fires, because that would expose their hiding place.

"That would be great if there was salt."

Ketu licked the snake blood on his mouth, and the smell was very fishy.

"When these Han people are killed, I will take you to Gubang to hunt for grass."

The ancient band that Nalu mentioned was a village with Hanfans dozens of miles away from Pingpu. In the past, they often went there to hunt grass when they had no salt and food, and they could return with a full load every time.

Nalu's first headhunter after becoming an adult was in Gubang. That time he was hunted and scalped off by him was a Han girl, very beautiful.

Na Lu still remembers that Han girl begging for something before she died with words he didn't understand. He was also soft-hearted at that time, but when he thought that the ancestor spirit was looking at him, he still cut off the head of the Han girl without hesitation and presented it to the great ancestor spirit.

This is their tradition, and every Pingpu person must stick to it, and the first headhunter of Ketu was taken by Naru.

"I want to peel them ten skins!"

Ketu looked at the Han army at the foot of the mountain with hatred. His brother Junsai was stabbed to death by the Han army half a month ago. His mother was so sad that she cried every day, and her eyes were invisible.

“Yes…”

Na Lu was about to speak, but a woman's cry came from his ears.

That was the sound of the mother calling for her son;

That is the voice of the wife calling her husband;

That is the voice of the daughter calling her father;

That was the sound of the child crying...

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"Headed, these Han people are so despicable!"

Rodao's eyes were terrifyingly angry. If possible, he wanted to cut off the tongues of those shouting women!

Aganon remained silent. The crying of women and children at the foot of the mountain upset him. The Han people were very despicable. They wanted to use these women and children to shake his tribe members.

At first glance, many tribe members were hesitant and hesitant on their faces, and many people were staring at him, the patriarch.

Aganon knew that these people were shaken.

Han people are really cunning!

"What are you doing? Do you really want to go down the mountain to surrender!" Luo Dao glanced at the obviously shaken tribe members with hatred. Under his forced gaze, many tribe members lowered their heads.

But there was a man who was not afraid of Rodao's gaze, and he bravely stepped forward to express his opinions.

"Heads, why do you have to fight with the Han people? What's wrong with being a Han people? Once you become a Han people, we can live in the same place forever, you can harvest crops and you don't have to go hungry anymore. You can ask a teacher to teach our children, and you can ask a doctor to see a doctor for us... What's wrong with all this? Do you have to live by barbaric hunting as before?"

"Tangka, for your wife and children, do you want to betray the head and the ancestor spirit?" Rodao angrily pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Tangka.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Thangka also pulled out the knife in his hand. Rodao was the warrior of the headhunter, and Thangka was also the same.

The tribesmen around were stunned when they saw this and all looked at the head Aganon.

"Put down the knife!"

Aganon felt angry. Under his anger, Rodao unwilling to let go of the knife in his hand, and Thangka also lowered his hand.

"Tangka, do you want to go down the mountain to surrender?"

Aganon looked at Thangka with no expression on his face.

"Tao Ren, my wife and children are in their hands..." Thangka's voice was a little weak. He could confront Rodao, but in front of the Tao Ren, he was always guilty.

"Women can be remarried when they have no children, and children can be reborn when they have no children. But if we surrender to the Han people, we have to be a cow and horse for them. Does Thangka want all the tribesmen to become slaves to the Han people?" Aganon said sternly.

Thangka stopped for a moment and plucked up the courage and said, "Head, the Han people don't say that."

Aganon sneered: "Do you believe them?"

Thangka didn't speak.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe that there will be people in this world who care about other people's lives and deaths. I don't believe that those Han people will really accept us and make us a member of them!"

Aganon pointed to the women at the foot of the mountain and said hatred to the somewhat shaken tribe members: "That is the trick of the Han people, can't you see it?"

"But the boss, if we don't go down the mountain, all women and children will die!" Thangka loved his wife and son very much. He really didn't want to see his wife and children killed by the Han people.

"We are not just these women and children! ... If their deaths can awaken the punishment of the ancestor spirit to the Han people, it will be worth it!" Aganon still had a expressionless face.

"But can we still hold on?" Thangka looked sad and angry, "Captain, we have no food and no clothes, we can't last long."

"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on!"
Chapter completed!