The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 450 Making a Famous and Vicious Name

In the sky, Chen Bei sat cross-legged on the back of the flamingo, with a heavy golden spear placed horizontally on his thigh, so that the flamingo could maintain a better balance when flying.

Bibo sat behind him, keeping her head down, very nervous, she was very scared, all the warriors and sailors of the Mang tribe died in the past.

Chen Beidao: "Opening a route and exploring new places will always encounter various accidents. This is unavoidable. You don't have to blame yourself too much."

After coming to this world for so many years, Chen Bei's psychology has become very strong after getting used to seeing life and death.

Bibo whispered: "I was already very careful, I didn't get off the boat, I didn't expect that the crocodile tribe came so fast, we didn't even have time to set sail, and we were besieged, if it wasn't for the flamingos, I'm afraid none of us would be able to escape .”

Chen Beidao: "It's also because I didn't think carefully. I should send more and stronger fighters with me, so that even if I encounter danger, I can deal with it."

Chen Bei paused for a while, and then said: "This crocodile tribe dares to attack our Mang tribe unscrupulously. It can be seen that the reputation of the Mang tribe is not big enough."

He grasped the golden spear and said: "In this case, then make a big name, and when others see a member of the Mang tribe in the future, they have to weigh it if they want to make a move!"

What Chen Bei said made Bibo's eyes shine brightly. It is undoubtedly a lucky thing to be in such a powerful tribe and follow such a powerful leader.

Chen Bei looked ahead, murderous look in his eyes.

He is very clear that in such a wild world, only absolute force can make people fearful. Only when you are more ferocious than others, will others not dare to provoke you easily.

Killing more now is for killing less in the future.

Once the reputation of the Mang tribe spread far and wide, the people of the Mang tribe would be much safer walking in other places.

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Seaside, crocodile tribe.

The big boat followed the river into the surrounding area of ​​the crocodile tribe, and then, pieces of exquisite utensils were moved into the crocodile tribe from the big boat.

"So beautiful!"

"Hahaha, so many things are ours!"

The people of the crocodile tribe were so happy that they almost went crazy when they saw these exquisite utensils they had never seen before, as well as the beautiful animal skin clothes and accessories.

The leader of the crocodile tribe held a large painted pottery bottle and grinned widely. This ticket was really a big profit.

"Wu, if it wasn't for robbery, when would we be able to make these good things?"

The Crocodile Tribe Witch held a tin bowl, rubbed the totem pattern of the Mang Tribe on it, and said, "It's because these things are so good, and you didn't catch all of them, I'm always a little uneasy."

After all, Wu had inherited a lot of knowledge, and he knew very well that the stronger the tribe, the better things it would produce.

There are totem patterns of the Mang tribe on these utensils, that is to say, so many things are all made by the Mang tribe.

It can be deduced from these artifacts that the Mang tribe is definitely not weak, and even very strong.

What if people from the Mang tribe really call over?
The leader of the Crocodile Tribe said nonchalantly: "No matter how strong the Mang Tribe is, it's impossible for the whole tribe to come here. It's a good time for them to come, and we can grab it again."

The leader of the crocodile tribe is full of confidence. He believes in the strength of the crocodile tribe. What's more, this is the territory of the crocodile tribe.

Although the crocodile tribe witch felt that things were not that simple, he agreed with the leader of the crocodile tribe. After all, the Mang tribe is too far away. How many people can come here?
In the woods around the crocodile tribe.

The warriors and sailors of the Mang tribe were tied to the tree after they brought the boat over, and watched angrily as the people of the Crocodile tribe reveled.

"I knew that was the case. At that time, it would be better to light a fire and burn them all, than to cheapen these crocodiles!" A soldier said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, even if you help them drive the boat in, you will still die."

When the people of the crocodile tribe looked at them, it was like looking at prey. People often wondered where to bite them, as if they wanted to swallow them alive.

"Calm down!"

Yuya clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "Only by living can we wait for the people from our tribe to come over. If we die, then we really have nothing left."

"Miss Bibo has gone back, believe me, the tribe's rescue will definitely come!"

Yuya's words gave the soldiers who were tied to the tree a glimmer of hope. The Horde was their only hope.

In the next few days, they were violently killed by the crocodile tribe to demonstrate, forcing them to teach the skills of boat driving to the crocodile tribe.

All the soldiers and sailors were excited, and would rather die than teach the crocodile tribe the skill of sailing.

Because they know very well that once the crocodile tribe learns to steer a boat, they are worthless.

Their end is likely to be fed to the crocodiles, or even eaten by the people of the crocodile tribe.

With the ferocity of the crocodile tribe, such things as cannibalism are very likely to happen.

At this time, it was Yuya who stood up again, trying desperately to appease the people around him, let them be patient for a while, taught the people of the Crocodile Tribe a little bit, stalled for time, and waited for the rescue of the Mang Tribe.

Yuya firmly believes that the rescue of the Mang tribe will definitely come. He believes in the tribe, and he also believes in Bibo.

Time flies, six days have passed.

During these six days, Yuya and the others were suffering all the time, and a few people couldn't bear it anymore, clashed with the crocodile tribe and were killed.

The so-called days feel like years, probably this is the feeling.

"The tribe's rescue will definitely come!"

Yuya stood in the water, catching some shrimps and crabs to fill his stomach.

The crocodile tribe will not provide them with food. If they want to eat, they can only do it themselves. Sometimes they eat wild vegetables, sometimes they eat insects, and the best thing is to eat a little fish and shrimp.

Not far away, a huge crocodile slowly swam past, staring at the fish teeth with cold eyes. If the fish teeth came into its attack range, it would not be polite.

Because it was with bare hands, Yuya only caught some crabs and picked up some snails, but he couldn't even catch shrimps.

Yuya took the crabs and snails back to the fire, threw them on the edge of the fire, let the charcoal fire cook the crabs and snails.

In the distance, the warriors of the crocodile tribe gnawed on delicious animal meat while laughing at them unscrupulously.

"A bunch of idiots, they can't even catch fish, and they say they come from some big tribe, spit!"

On the side of the Mang tribe, there was anger in everyone's eyes, but no one said a word, because they had experienced a lot of similar ridicule, and the irritable people were all dead.

The only thing supporting their survival is the rescue of the tribe.

"When will the rescue of the tribe come? I can't bear it anymore..."

Beside Yuya, a younger soldier lowered his voice and sobbed slightly.

"Hold on, it's coming soon, it must be coming soon."

Yuya seemed to be comforting him, but also comforting himself.

Another soldier said: "You have said this countless times. I don't think I can wait any longer. Tomorrow, if the tribe's rescue does not come, I will fight them!"

The soldiers next to him nodded slightly. Obviously, they thought so too.

Soon it was completely dark.

The warriors and sailors of the Mang tribe, who couldn't eat enough, fell asleep from exhaustion, but Yuya couldn't sleep no matter what. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He really couldn't drag it on any longer. Every day here was an extremely painful torment. The soldiers became weaker day by day because they couldn't eat enough and couldn't sleep well. Even he thought of fighting more than once.

Why hasn't the rescue of the Mang tribe come?
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(End of this chapter)