MTL - This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 38 weapons and traps

When everything was over, the vines slowly shrank back, and there were only more than fifty pale skeletons left on the ground, and the flesh and blood disappeared.

"Thank you Fujisami for taking action to destroy the enemy!"

Facing Guteng, Jiang Xuan sincerely thanked him.

If it wasn't for Gu Teng's shot, the people lying on the ground now would be the people of the Teng tribe.

"Thank God Fuji."

Others also bowed to Guteng.

Those tourists witnessed the miracle of Guteng with their own eyes, and they had a fanatical belief in Guteng, and they also had a more sense of belonging to the Vine tribe.

Above the ancient vine, the green light flickered, and then gradually became introverted, returning to its usual appearance, only the green leaves were rustled by the wind.

Under the sun, the giant dragonfly crawled on a vine of the ancient vine as if nothing had happened, with its wings folded, it hid under the green leaves to rest.

After a long time, everyone got up.

Uncaria asked, "Boss, what to do with these bones?"

Jiang Xuan thought for a while and said, "All the skulls are hung on the trees in the forest in the south, and the other bones should be buried in a hole."

"Also, collect all the weapons they left behind and move them back to the bamboo house."

The skull hanging on the tree outside the tribe is a powerful deterrent to outsiders who come to the Vine tribe in the future.

But the Vine tribe is too weak at the moment, so they can only use this method to bluff people.

Those weapons are good things, and can greatly supplement the weapons and equipment of the Vine tribe.

After all, primitive weapons are very time-consuming to craft.

After receiving Jiang Xuan's instructions, everyone in the Fuji tribe immediately got busy.

First, they dug a big pit and buried all the bones except the skull. Then they separated some people and hung more than fifty skulls on the branches of the forest in the south of the tribe.

As for the weapons, clothing, belongings, etc. left by the mosquito tribe hunting team, they were all moved to the bamboo house, and Jiang Xuan will distribute them at that time.

When they were done with these things, it was almost evening.

In the forest south of the Veng tribe, more than fifty pale skulls hang from the branches, swaying in the wind, which looks very scary at first glance.

In the evening, Jiang Xuan and the five gathered by the fire in the bamboo house to discuss the distribution of those weapons.

Jiang Xuandao: "Today, although we killed all those people with the help of the Vine God, no one knows how many people there are in this tribe, and they don't know when they will fight again."

Jiang Xuan looked around and said, "So, I suggest that each of those tourists be given a weapon to protect themselves."

Chi Shao nodded and said, "I agree, these tourists are quite brave today."

The tribal people advocate force, and brave people can always be respected by others. If those tourists directly begged for mercy today, Chishao would look down on them.

"I agree."

"agree."

"I listened to the leader."

The three teenagers also agreed.

Jiang Xuandao: "Okay, since everyone agrees, Uncaria, go and call those tourists over to get weapons."

"I'll go right now."

Uncaria got up immediately, lit a torch, walked to the bamboo house where the tourists were, and conveyed the leader's words to them.

Gan Song was quite excited because it meant that they were officially recognized by the Vine Tribe, and other tourists were also very excited.

Under the leadership of Uncaria, twelve tourists followed Uncaria to the big bamboo house.

In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan stood up and said to the tourists, "I said before, as long as you are loyal to the tribe, the tribe will definitely not treat you badly."

"Today, your performances are very brave, and the tribe has decided to reward each of you with a weapon."

Gan Song said excitedly, "Thank you, Chief."

Those tourists looked at the pile of weapons on the ground, and their eyes were shining.

Jiang Xuan pointed to the weapons on the ground and said, "What kind of weapons do you want, pick them yourself. Remember, each person can only pick one."

There are more than a hundred weapons left by the mosquito tribe hunting team, because most of the warriors have two or three weapons, such as long spears, short spears, stone or bone knives, and bows and arrows.

These weapons, Jiang Xuan's five people have already picked out the best ones, because they are warriors, they have better weapons, and they can exert greater fighting power.

Most of the remaining weapons are also intact. After all, they are the weapons used by the hunting team. Whether it is material or workmanship, they are all relatively good.

When those tourists saw that there were so many weapons to choose from, they immediately smiled.

Some people like to use spears, some people like to use knives, and some people like to use bows and arrows. If you choose a weapon you like, you can also play a stronger battle.

"Come one by one!"

Jiang Xuan didn't let those tourists scramble, and let them line up and pick them one by one.

Under the shock of Jiang Xuan, the tourists could only suppress their inner excitement and choose one by one.

Gan Song chose a bone knife because he only had one arm, and the stone spear was not easy to use. The shorter and more flexible bone knife was a good choice for him.

The other tourists also chose their favorite weapons, and they were all overjoyed.

"Okay, since everyone has chosen, let's go back to sleep and work hard in the future, the tribe will never treat you badly."

"Thank you, Chief."

Gan Song thanked him again, and then took the tourists back to sleep.

This night, many tourists did not sleep well, because too many things happened today, which had a great impact on their thinking.

But there is one thing they agree on: staying in the Vine tribe is the most correct choice.

After the tourists left, Jiang Xuan thought for a while and said to the four: "I decided to dig another tunnel in the bamboo house where the tourists live, so that if danger comes, they can quickly escape to the foot of the stone mountain."

"In addition, in the forests on both sides of the tribe, it is best to set up some traps. Even if the enemy cannot be hurt, it can give us a warning so that we will not be in a hurry like today."

Chi Shao said, "Everyone listens to the leader."

The three teenagers also nodded~www.novelbuddy.com~ After so many things, they not only trusted Jiang Xuan very much, but also admired him very much.

They do what the leader says.

"Okay, then it's decided. Tomorrow, you will take tourists to dig tunnels with Uncaria, and others will set traps with me."

After these things were settled, Jiang Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The food in Tao Dingli was already cooked. The five of them filled their stomachs with their own bowls and chopsticks, chatted for a while, and then went to sleep each.

……

To the south of the Teng tribe, in the mountains about three days away from the Teng tribe, there is a tribe that has just settled down. This tribe is the Mosquito tribe.

There is also a swamp where the Mosquito Tribe is located, but this swamp is wider and larger than the swamp where Jiang Xuan encountered the whip tree.

Mosquitoes like humid environments, and the mosquito tribe with the bird-billed mosquito as its totem naturally likes such places.

Because the swamps have more food and are guarded by ornitho mosquitoes, they don't have to worry about mosquitoes. This kind of place is very suitable for them to live.

The house that the Mosquito tribe lived in was different from the houses of other tribes.

Because the environment they are in is very humid and uninhabitable on the ground, they created a building similar to a stilt building.

This kind of building is built on the mountain. One side is against the mountain, where a fire pit can be placed, and the other three sides are suspended in the air. The house is supported by pillars and stones, away from the wet ground, making people more comfortable to live in.

Of course, the houses built by the Mosquito tribe are very primitive and rudimentary.

At this time, in a stilted wooden house in the center of the Mosquito tribe, the atmosphere became very depressed because of the three bird-billed mosquitoes that escaped from the Vine tribe!