Chapter 1 (1/2)
Along the quiet valley, there are more than 20 wooden houses scattered. These wooden houses cover a large area, but they are very strange, because the roofs are all covered with bark, and there are doors without windows, and the roofs have chimneys.
More than one person high, more than half a meter wide, with thorny shrubs connected into a circle, like a wall around this small village. These thorny shrubs seem to be a good deterrent to wolves and other ferocious animals.
At this time, it is the time for the setting sun to set in the West. The red setting sun hanging in the west not only dyed the western half of the sky red, but also dyed the quiet valley dark red.
Curling smoke rising in the sunset, more than a dozen women just came back from the farmland are busy picking up dinner, more than a dozen seven or eight year old children are running frantically, it seems that only this kind of activity can completely vent their whole energy, several strong men are sitting around a corner of the village smoking pipes.
The valley, the village, the setting sun and the leisure people all constitute a beautiful painting.
However, if you look closely, you will immediately find some unusual places, because the people here, whether they are children running and frolicking, women returning from work or the men sitting around smoking pipes, have strange clothes and hair accessories.
They are all wearing clothes made of animal skin, with blue tattoos on their necks, and long hair of both men and women
This is not a village in a barren mountain. It is a native Indian tribe rarely seen in modern times!
Although everything here is so peaceful and harmonious, even if this scene is seen by ancient Chinese poets, there may be a famous work similar to the Peach Blossom Land.
However, in this harmonious and peaceful valley, no one found that in the dense forest not far away, a group of young men with various colors on their faces and wearing animal skins were looking at the small clan village not far away with a murderous look on their faces.
Just when the young men in the village finished smoking their pipes and returned to the wooden house for dinner, the men who had been ambushing in the dense forest for a long time finally attacked.
With a cry similar to wolf howling, dense rockets rise from the dense forest one after another, and then fall into this small village with strange howling.
The fire, mixed with smoke, came out of the wooden houses. And these ambush men immediately launched an impact on this small village, dozens of strong men holding bone spears, bone knives, sticks and a few steel knives, or riding or running, mouth issued a ”Ho Ho” roar, like the water burst into the village.
The strange noise outside the village makes the small village seem to be boiling. Although more than ten men running out of the wooden house are also holding bone spears, bows and arrows, sticks and other weapons, their expressions seem to be caught off guard.
After seeing the men charging towards the village with weapons, their eyes immediately turned red. One of them yelled bitterly, ”it's the chekasa!”
Then, more than ten men yelled and ran towards the gap of the bush with the men who came out of the wooden house one after another.
If you look down from the sky, you can easily see that the number of men running out of the village is far less than the number of sneakers, but even so, they are still like the moths fighting the fire, and they are heading for the sneakers who are several times more than their own number!
What's more, people are still pouring out from the wooden houses in the village. However, these later people are not strong men, but a group of women and old people. They are also carrying all kinds of strange weapons in their hands, whistling and rushing to the bushes with the men in front of them.
Behind them is their home, where they carry the hope of the future - children, for all this, they ignore the fact that the number of enemies is much more than them, and they also ignore that the enemies are all strong soldiers.
Ghost knows what kind of hatred exists between the two sides. Anyway, in the short moment of contact between the two sides, the blood mist all over the sky gushes out, and the sunset shines on each other.
A small but extremely fierce battle broke out suddenly in this sad sunset.
Although the men and women in the village are struggling to resist, and they are struggling to protect their homes behind them, there are too many enemies on the opposite side, and they are all young men. If there is not a circle of bushes around the village, I'm afraid it's just a shock, those chekasa men will be able to submerge this small village.
Several Raiders wanted to break through the circle of shrubs from other positions, but they were all covered with blood. So after weighing it over, they gave up the impact from the position blocked by the shrubs, and concentrated their strength on the gaps of the shrubs.
The most robust twenty men in the village were divided into two groups, and held the two biggest Bush gaps, but suffered heavy casualties.
More than a dozen teenagers of sixteen or seventeen years old also held weapons to guard the two smaller Bush gaps, but their bravery still couldn't resist the attack of the sneakers.
A short man didn't take part in the resistance, but quickly climbed to the peak on the other side of the village. Like a flexible ape, he soon disappeared into the dense forest on the hillside, and then the top of the hill began to smoke.