Han Cheng slowly eliminated the parasites in his abdon using the toxic Liangcao. After a long period of slow recovery, the Second Eldest Brother, no longer burdened by his big belly, had beco the strongest warrior of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Without weapons, just fighting barehanded, even the Eldest Senior Brother was no match for him.
Getting rid of both the parasites and his large belly increased his strength and greatly improved his speed.
When Tie Tou, carrying a spear in one hand and several ropes in the other, caught up from behind, the Second Eldest Brother had already bound the female native’s hands behind her back and had tied up half of her legs.
“Go!”
He quickly secured the ropes, ignoring the female native’s screams, tightly bound her legs, then swiftly got up and shouted to Tie Tou, heading towards a person from the Flying Snake Tribe who was also stumbling forward nearby.
“O!”
Tie Tou responded, following the Second Senior Brother to run towards that person, feeling sowhat frustrated about not having much use in their group.
He realized there seed to be no need for him to take action; the Second Senior Brother was handling everything himself and was even as fast as the other two working together.
This was quite disheartening for Tie Tou, who wanted to show off.
Looking around, many similar pairs, like the Second Senior Brother and Tie Tou, were outside the Green Sparrow Tribe’s gate.
These pairs, ard with ropes and weapons, were specifically targeting the Flying Snake Tribe mbers who were injured and moving slowly.
Most of these pairs consisted of one man and one woman.
Han Cheng didn’t think n and won working together were less tiring, but rather that male natives had an advantage in physical strength over female natives.
In these pairs, the male native wielded a weapon, dealing with those who still resisted after being injured and forcing them to the ground.
The female native, more experienced with ropes, would quickly bind the Flying Snake Tribe mbers who were knocked to the ground.
They then swiftly moved on to the next target.
The efficiency and vigor were comparable to harvesting crops.
Those doing the binding were the sa people who, earlier on the wall, had used bows and slings to attack the crowded Flying Snake Tribe mbers.
When the Flying Snake Tribe mbers began to scatter, running out of the archery range, and the Eldest Senior Brother and others charged out from the courtyard to chase them, Han Cheng gave the order.
Except for a few who stayed on the wall for surveillance, everyone else ca down from the wall, ard with ropes and weapons stored not far from the gate, to bind the injured Flying Snake Tribe mbers.
The purpose was to prevent their escape and to avoid further harming the Green Sparrow Tribe mbers.
After a long-awaited battle finally began, it was now the crucial mont to reap the rewards of the war. Every surviving Flying Snake Tribe mber was a trendous asset to the Green Sparrow Tribe, and Han Cheng was determined not to let this opportunity slip away.
The Flying Snake Tribe mbers had been completely stunned and frightened, and under such circumstances, there was no need to worry about them regrouping and attacking the tribe again.
The pretense of retreating to lure the Green Sparrow Tribe mbers out and then turning the tables would never happen.
Not only was the Flying Snake Tribe's defeat too devastating, but another crucial reason was that, according to the numbers provided by Tu Mao, Han Cheng could be certain that the recent battle had included nearly all of the Flying Snake Tribe's adult mbers.
Given this, even if the Flying Snake Tribe's shaman were clever enough to consider laying an ambush, there weren't enough people to carry out such a plan.
Understanding this, Han Cheng confidently ordered his people to pursue the fleeing mbers of the Flying Snake Tribe.
He also allowed the majority to leave the walls to bind those about to beco slaves of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Han Cheng and the shaman stayed on the wall, observing the scene below.
In the distance, so people desperately fled, only to be caught and knocked down by the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Throughout the pursuit, there was hardly any significant resistance. The fleeing mbers of the Flying Snake Tribe were terrified and only focused on escaping, lacking the courage to fight back.
Nearby, the Green Sparrow Tribe mbers were actively capturing and binding their injured enemies, delighted with their bounty.
Watching the scene, Han Cheng felt a mix of emotions: relief from the resolution of the situation, joy at the prospect of many new slaves for the tribe, and an uncomfortable and sorrowful feeling over the bloodshed and loss of life.
As a modern person, seeing so many lives lost, the blood staining the ground, and hearing the terrified and desperate cries of the injured stirred so indescribable emotions within him.
Despite this, he knew these events were unavoidable.
If ti could rewind, he would still make the sa choices, perhaps even more decisively.
He was not a saint and couldn't just turn the other cheek when faced with those trying to take away their right to exist.
In the face of a tribe that sought to destroy them, his only option was to retaliate with even sharper thods, either killing them or capturing them as slaves.
As for the discomfort he felt, it would pass with ti.
There was no other way; the world was inherently cruel, and the primitive era made this cruelty more straightforward and stark.
To survive in this world, one has to grit one's teeth, fight with all one's might, struggle against heaven, earth, and humanity, and never take a step back.
The shaman beside him had no such useless feelings compared to Han Cheng's complex emotions. Watching the Flying Snake Tribe mbers being continuously knocked down and bound, he silently smiled.
His smile was so genuine and joyful that even his little tongue trembled.
These were all about to beco slaves of their tribe!
With so many slaves, the tribe could cultivate more land, grow crops, and accomplish much more!
All the worries before the great battle had vanished, and the shaman was filled with a sense of harvest joy.
After such an unprecedented major battle, their tribe not only did not beco weaker but gained significant developnt—sothing unimaginable before!
“Divine Child!”
He saluted Han Cheng, trying to make his expression more solemn, but his smile couldn't be contained.
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