Super Chief

Although they had just fought with the Yu Chi who attacked, the tribesmen of the Appalu tribe still held a grand bonfire dinner in the evening.

The Yuchi’s sneak attack did bring huge losses to the Appalu tribe, but most of the losses were the houses. The people who really died were just the old, weak, sick and disabled who did not have time to escape from the burning house, and there were not many people who came from the Yuchi. Therefore, the loss of personnel to the Appalu tribe is not much.

　　 This bonfire dinner is not to welcome Shi Xiong, but to kill the captured Yu Chi people. This is not so much a bonfire dinner, as it is a sacrificial activity.

　　 The death of a tribe requires other living tribesmen to pray, and killing those captured Yuchi is the best memorial for those who have died.

　　 But since the guardian of the High Priest Kabru is here, let's welcome it together. For this reason, Shi Xiong took out more than half of the wine from the other horse, which was more than 40 kilograms of high-quality liquor.

　　 Shixiong knew that at this time, the people of the Appalu tribe needed this thing to numb their nerves. After all, people are dead. As long as they are dead, it is no small matter for this small tribe with a population of only about 80 people.

　　 More than twenty of the Yu Chi people who attacked were killed eleven, captured six, and the remaining three ran away. However, according to Dashi, those three guys are not likely to be far away, because more than a dozen elite warriors of the tribe have been chased down, plus those three guys have injuries, it is estimated that they will be able to take the three of them tomorrow. Brought back to commemorate the dead people.

　　 Those Yu Chi who were killed did not escape. The people of the Appalu tribe gathered the bodies of these people, together with the six prisoners, and prepared to chop off the heads of these guys by the people who lost their loved ones.

　　 The scene was bloody. If he had been in a previous life, Shi Xiong would definitely not be able to stand this. But in this age, Shi Xiong has become numb to human life or death.

　　In this age and place close to primitive society, human lives are very valuable, but they are not, because no one knows when they will die in the hands of the enemy or be eaten by extremely hungry beasts.

　　 The weak and strong food is reflected here to the fullest.

The high-level liquor brought by the guardian is loved by all the Appalu tribes. The strong aroma of the wine is mixed with the **** smell of just cutting off the head and the meaty smell of the barbecue. It is not necessary to stimulate these people. .

In front of the bonfire, there were seventeen hideous heads and eleven corpses. Outside the bonfire was a group of Chiluo chested Indians screaming and dancing strange dances, and from time to time they grabbed a wooden bowl and took a swig. ......

　　 There is no one in this scene.

　　 Of course, if some guys full of literary and artistic cells in later generations see this scene, they will probably say something like "This is Chi Luoluo's violent aesthetics"...

　　 Anyway, Ishikuma doesn't feel much anymore. He has seen scenes ten times more tragic than this one with his own eyes. This is like a drizzle in his eyes. He now pays more attention to the roasted venison in his hand, which was hunted by the hunters of the Appalu tribe in the afternoon.

　　 The roasted venison is delicious, coupled with the refined salt made by the Gaoshu tribe, it really makes people want a second bite after one bite, and a third bite after a second bite...

　　 "Guardian, the wine you brought is so delicious!" Dashi sitting next to Shi Xiong let out a loud wine hiccup, and said to Shi Xiong with a smile.

　　 "Like to drink?" Shi Xiong squinted at the tribe leader.

　　 "They all like to drink! They all like to drink! I like to drink too!" Dashi said cheerfully.

　　 "Okay, then I will bring you more when I come next time." Shi Xiong said cheerfully.

Dashi waved his hand, "Guardian, I don’t mean that. I mean, can our tribe trade with your tribe? When you came last time, you said that your tribe is now talking to the Vasichus in the east. Trade with them with salt. But you have seen our situation here. We also want to trade with the Vasichus, and trade some war horses with them, but we have no way to trade with the Vasichus, so I I just want our tribe to trade with your tribe, and then you trade some war horses with those Vasichus for us."

The stone bear did not immediately agree. He basically understood the situation of the Appalu tribe. This small tribe in the deep mountains did not have any special products. Most of the tribe depended on fishing for their livelihoods, planting, picking, and hunting assistance. Yes, they don’t even care about their stomachs now, so what are they going to trade?

Dashi saw the look on Shixiong’s face, smiled, reached out and took out a small animal skin bag hanging from his waist, and poured out some granular particles of various sizes from the bag into his palm. thing.

　　 With the help of the light from the bonfire, Shi Xiong saw clearly the handful of things on the palm of Dashi's hand, and the golden light almost made Shi Xiong jump up.

　　 "Uncle, where did you get the black iron?" Black iron is what the Indians call gold, and the handful of granular things in the palm of Dashi's hand are surprisingly a handful of sand gold. Among these sands, there are a few gold grains about the same size as pea grains, and many of them are sands that are not much larger than sand.

The Indians, especially the Indians in the west and the Indians who live deep in the mountains, do not pay much attention to gold. In their opinion, gold is soft and difficult to mine, and there is no way to smelt it. It is not as good as one. The iron knife is valuable.

Although Indians in South and Central America have mastered the technology of smelting gold, in North America, gold smelting technology is only in the hands of a very small number of tribes, so gold is really useless for North American Indians. This is the biggest role of this metal.

　　 Even before the European refers to the colonists entering the New World, the Indians in the entire New World of North America had this view of gold.

　　 In fact, not only the Indians in North America, but also the Indians in Central and South America have this view of gold.

Whether they are the Mayans, the Aztecs, or the Incas, they all have their own social forms and countries, but they don’t think much about the metal like gold~www.readwn.com~ and this is the case. Metal is not rusty and the color is the same as the sun's rays before it is used for decoration. In other respects, gold is really of little use.

　　 You need to know that the Spanish who entered the South American continent and Central America early that year, the local Indians even exchanged equal weight gold for a knife made of pig iron...

　　 North American Indians who have no social form and no country do not care much about gold. Just from the name "black iron", it can be seen that the Indians really don't care about gold.

"This is about three months ago when a few warriors of our tribe went into the deep mountains to hunt, and then they found it from the bank of a small river. I know those Vasichus like this kind of thing, so I want to use this Things exchange some horses with those Vasichus. Guardian, do you think it's okay?"

Row! Of course it does! How can this matter?

　　 This is gold enough to drive those colonists crazy! Exchange this thing for horses, that is definitely a matter of grasping.

　　 Shixiong nodded and said, "Uncle, it's okay to use this thing to exchange war horses with Vasichus!"