I am a Primitive Man

“Clang!”

A bowstring twanged, and an arrow with an iron tip shot out like a meteor, striking a person who had escaped the wolves and fled elsewhere. The person let out a scream and fell to the ground with a thud.

Rolling twice and about to get up, the approaching wolves pounced on him immediately.

Third Senior Brother drew another arrow aimed at another person, but a branch blocked it.

Archery wasn’t very effective in the forest.

After missing the shot, Third Senior Brother didn’t continue firing but chased after the person who had run the farthest.

That person was Tu Mao, the first to break through the wolves.

Tu Mao’s heart was filled with terror. He had just seen Third Senior Brother’s arrow strike another person, which filled him with dread. He had never seen anyone throw something so far before.

Seeing that person with the strange weapon chasing after him made him even more frantic. He ran desperately, fearing a terrifying person would catch up with him.

Third Senior Brother pursued closely, nocking another arrow and preparing to shoot, but upon seeing Tu Mao’s direction, he stopped his action.

He even slowed his pace.

Seeing this, Tu Mao felt immense relief. Although he didn’t understand why the person suddenly stopped, it was undoubtedly good news for him.

He quickened his pace, no longer thinking about the task assigned by the Shaman, only focused on escaping this terrifying place.

But just a few steps later, he suddenly felt the ground give way, followed by the sound of something breaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large pit suddenly appear on the flat ground.

Tu Mao didn’t even have time to cry out before he fell into the pit.

Amidst the swirling dust, a sharp pain shot through him…

Seeing this, the Third Senior Brother smiled and ignored the situation, instead turning to look at other parts of the forest. Noticing that the remaining three had been subdued, he headed towards the trap's edge.

A few Green Sparrow Tribe members carrying weapons joined him, and they headed towards the pit.

Sitting in the pit, Tu Mao, filled with fear and despair, cried out. Sharp wooden spikes had pierced his calf, and blood flowed freely.

He tried to escape but was unable to move.

In his despair, a few people appeared above him.

Tu Mao watched in despair as one of them, holding a spear with a sharp stone, aimed to stab him.

He shut his eyes in fear.

But the pain didn’t come as expected. After a moment, he cautiously opened his eyes.

He saw that the person with the strange weapon had stopped the attacker.

After a while, two ropes were lowered from above and wrapped around Tu Mao’s body, then Third Senior Brother and others pulled him up.

As Tu Mao was lifted, the spikes in his leg moved through the flesh, causing intense pain that made him howl loudly.

But he gripped the ropes tightly, knowing that if he fell again, it would mean his death…

With one of the five dead and four remaining, the Third Senior Brother immediately ordered a search of the area for other enemies and sent someone swiftly back to the tribe to alert them.

The guards on the wall had already seen the people sowing seeds suddenly drop their tools and grab weapons, rushing wildly into the woods.

After a brief shock, they realized something terrible was happening and immediately sounded the alarm.

The people within the tribe quickly reacted, running up to the wall.

They retrieved weapons from hidden slots in the wall.

Han Cheng also climbed up the wall, saw the abandoned tools scattered everywhere, and vaguely heard barking and shouting from the west woods.

Without needing to ask, he understood roughly what had happened.

These guys! How many times have I told them?

I’ve always said that when encountering enemies near the tribe, they should immediately head back to the courtyard and avoid conflicts outside the tribe.

As long as they return to the tribe, they can use the wall to achieve the greatest results with minimal losses.

And now? They’ve completely forgotten my instructions!

Han Cheng was so angry he nearly wanted to stomp and curse.

Anger aside, some things needed to be done.

He glanced at the many people standing on the wall, hesitated momentarily, and ordered Shang to lead a group to the west woods to assist the Eldest Senior Brother.

Shang accepted the order and soon led more than twenty people out of the tribe, rushing towards the west.

Han Cheng stayed on the wall, tightly gripping a stone spear.

He hoped the number of people from the other tribe was not too many. Otherwise, this kind of field battle would cause too much damage to the tribe.

After a period of anxious waiting, before Shang and his team could reach the west woods, the Eldest Senior Brother and his group emerged with weapons and prisoners.

Seeing this from a distance, Han Cheng sighed in relief. It seemed the enemy didn’t bring many people, and the tribe's losses wouldn’t be too severe this time.

However, this relief quickly turned to a frown as Han Cheng looked at the jubilant Eldest Senior Brother and the others.

“Divine Child, we captured…”

The Eldest Senior Brother shouted and pushed a prisoner bound with hands tied, looking somewhat excited.

His excitement was cut short as he noticed Han Cheng’s displeased expression.

Realizing suddenly that he had forgotten the Divine Child’s previous instructions at such a critical moment, the others also began to sense the gravity of the situation. They lost their excitement and became nervous, lowering their heads and averting their eyes.

The person who had previously faced the enemy’s fierce assault now seemed subdued by this young man who had just come of age.

Tu Mao, pale-faced, felt this shift and looked up in surprise.

Is this person the leader of the tribe? Otherwise, why would these people be so afraid of him?

He didn’t seem that strong and was relatively young.

And why was he unhappy?

They had won the battle and captured all of them.

Shouldn’t it be them who are unhappy right now?

“You all are quite capable!

You just rushed in like that. Did you know how many were inside? What if there had been more people?”

After a moment of silence, Han Cheng spoke in a deep voice. The Eldest Senior Brother and the others lowered their heads even further…