I am a Primitive Man Chapter 849: They Must Attack Us

Chapter 849 – They Must Attack Us

The sun sank behind the mountains, and the afterglow gradually faded at the horizon. The coolness of dusk began to spread.

Shang carried a seed planter, led a donkey, and walked with several others holding tools toward a nearby settlent.

So were also carrying fish traps, in which a few struggling fish occasionally leapt, still trying to survive.

These fish had been left in the water by the river during work, and now, with the work done, the traps were being pulled out.

Those returning with Shang were mostly n, since most won had already been sent ho earlier to prepare the evening al.

After the Green Sparrow Tribe transitioned from hunting and gathering to primarily farming, n’s physical strength beca more prominent.

Farming was physically demanding, mainly before agricultural machinery existed or was widely used.

Additionally, with the tribe’s food now abundant, daily habits had subtly changed.

For example, now, when the sun neared the horizon, won were generally allowed to return ho to cook and feed the caged rabbits, chickens, and other livestock.

Compared to the hard labor in the fields, these tasks were relatively light.

The physically stronger n, anwhile, used this ti to finish more work, returning to the settlent as the sun set and the evening glow dissipated.

Carrying the seed planter, Shang looked at the settlent, where smoke rose from chimneys and children played at the entrance. He felt a deep sense of comfort.

Seeing this, he thought the day’s toil had been worthwhile—even worth more effort.

As they walked back, people occasionally discussed the soil moisture this year or which plot should be sown the next day.

“I wonder if the Divine Child and his group have found a warm place yet.”

During the conversation, soone said this, and imdiately everyone’s attention shifted.

“The Divine Child will definitely find it. When the weather turns colder, we won’t be afraid anymore.”

“Yes. With the Divine Child’s wisdom, nothing will happen to him.”

Everyone thought of their Divine Child, who led them toward better living conditions, moving steadily toward unfamiliar lands. Their hearts were stirred. R̃äɴȏβЁ§

In their simple words, they expressed respect and concern for the one who guided them to a better life.

Shang couldn’t help but look away from the settlent and turn south, thinking of what the Divine Child and his group were doing.

Having spent several years in the trade caravan, Shang understood traveling for trade better than most.

This work is challenging, especially when developing new settlents—it’s even harder.

Now, the Divine Child was heading to a completely unfamiliar, distant land. He would face unimaginable hardships.

Shang regretted leaving the trade team—not because he opposed the Divine Child’s plan, but because, had he stayed, he could have accompanied him and protected him.

As long as he lived, nothing should harm the Divine Child.

In this tribe ford collectively by all, anyone could be replaced, but the Divine Child could not.

Shang knew those joining the Divine Child also shared this mindset. But not going himself still made him uneasy.

After a few more glances south, Shang returned his focus, gripping the planter’s handle tightly.

Since he couldn’t go with the Divine Child, he would handle the tasks assigned to him.

The Divine Child had stationed him at the Copper Mountain residential area. Shang would lead and manage everything there.

First, he would ensure the fields were sown. After spring planting concluded, so people would begin refining copper and tin ingots. Not only should grain yield increase, but copper and tin output had to grow as well.

Additionally, the rabbit, chicken, and sheep populations in the Copper Mountain area should be increased.

This way, the tribe could beco stronger.

“￥%￥5#!”

At this mont, a shout rang out. Shang couldn’t understand what it ant—not because it was too far, but because it wasn’t in the common Green Sparrow language.

Thanks to the now-extinct Flying Snake Tribe, there were no other settlents near Copper Mountain.

The Green Sparrow Tribe had lived here for years. Only the Wind Tribe had ever visited, from far away.

Thinking of this, Shang’s heart stirred with excitent.

If newcors like the Wind Tribe joined them, it would greatly strengthen the tribe.

Shang could barely contain his excitent.

“Everyone, back to the courtyards!”

Shang imdiately shouted to the children playing at the gates, ordering them back into the settlent.

Both the main settlent and the Copper Mountain area had conducted military drills, including defense against enemy attacks.

Hearing Shang’s loud voice, the children imdiately stopped playing and ran inside, the bigger ones carrying the smaller ones.

Shang then stopped with the thirty or so people walking with him and looked around, trying to see where the shouts were coming from and how many people there were.

“There!”

Soone from the rear pointed to the northeast and shouted.

Shang, at the front, could not see due to the walls. He set down the seed planter and ran back.

“Not many people?”

Shang shouted.

“No! Many! So many people!”

The person’s voice trembled—not from fear, but from excitent.

If all these people could join the tribe, it would be perfect.

Even if they didn’t willingly join, they could attack the tribe and be turned into slaves by Shang and the others.

“Make sure they co attack us!”

Seeing the masses in the northeast, not only did this person feel the thrill of “desiring abuse,” but nearly everyone in Copper Mountain felt the sa, including Shang.

Those slaves who had lived in the Copper Mountain area the longest were even more eager.

They rembered clearly when the Divine Child had conquered a half-farming tribe, absorbed its slaves, and granted citizenship to fifty of the best-performing slaves.

Usually, the Divine Child would release only a few exceptional slaves each year—rarely more than fifteen.

This often caused frustration, leaving people with no option but to work hard and contribute to the tribe.

Now, the sudden arrival of outsiders gave them hope.

If these people attacked and were captured as slaves, the Divine Child might grant so citizenship, as he had before.

The thought ignited their excitent.

“These people must not co to trade—they must co to attack us!”

Only then could they openly convert them into slaves.

“Go! Hurry back! Up to the walls!”

Shang suppressed his excitent and shouted.

No matter what they thought, the imdiate priority was returning to the courtyards and securing the gates.

The attackers had just returned from work and were ard only with farming tools.

Regardless of their intentions, it was safest to return to the settlent and take up proper weapons atop the walls.

So, the people of Copper Mountain picked up tools, led livestock back to the courtyards, and secured the gates.

A warning gong was struck…

Seeing the massive, orderly walls resembling a cliff in the distance, Shu Pi felt indescribable excitent.

He hadn’t expected to find the Green Sparrow Tribe from his vague mories.

Previously, he had prepared to endure hardship, but now, the rembered settlent stood before him.

The Green Sparrow Tribe had been found—the Black Stone Tribe leaders could die!

Even if not killed, if they attacked successfully, Shu Pi had other plans…

He pointed to the Green Sparrow Tribe in sight, jumping and shouting.

Partly to let the Black Stone leaders see the settlent and know he had not lied, and partly to alert the Green Sparrow people to prepare defenses.

This way, when the attack began, more Black Stone casualties were likely.

The Black Stone Tribe leader felt imnse joy—after such a long journey, he had finally reached the settlent!

Thinking of all that Shu Pi had said before, he felt almost ecstatic.

Endless food, soft furs, warm hearths, and cozy caves—all would belong to their tribe!

Seeing Shu Pi shouting with excitent, his smile grew even brighter.

This damned fellow loved trouble—kicking him earlier that evening had led them straight to the Green Sparrow Tribe!

Compared to the Black Stone leaders, the followers were even more elated, especially the impoverished tribes.

They saw the smoking, unusual cave and couldn’t contain their excitent.

They had finally reached the settlent and would enjoy a better life, never worrying about hunger or cold again!

“#￥W!”

“#￥5D!”

So joined in shouting, signaling their intent to attack the settlent.

They couldn’t wait—they wanted to occupy the settlent and claim its treasures imdiately.

The Black Stone leader saw the settlent and then looked back at the eager masses. His smile widened.

With so many people, the settlent had no chance.

Especially seeing those who dared not even approach the cave in fright, he beca more smug.

The settlent’s inhabitants were so timid that the attack was even easier!

“#￥5SC!”

He raised his weapon and shouted, intending to capture the settlent and occupy the cave that night.

The already excited masses cheered louder, expressing their eagerness to attack.

However, the Black Stone leader did not advance imdiately. He had his people move the rough wooden planks on their backs to the front, using them as shields.

Once prepared, the impatient masses rushed toward the cave.

Typically, hunters approach prey quietly and strike only when close, conserving energy and surprising the target.

The experienced hunters knew this, but now, most forgot it entirely.

One reason was that the settlent had noticed them, making caution seem unnecessary.

Another was that their sheer numbers gave them overconfidence—they believed nothing could stop them.

Preserving energy was no longer a priority.

Additionally, everyone was eager to live the good life, worried that the rewards might be taken away if they delayed.

“%#4!”

But not all tribes acted this way. For instance, the Grass Tribe leader scolded those trying to rush ahead, insisting they not surpass her.

As the distance to the cave decreased, the imnse oppressive presence of the cave beca more apparent.

They could now see the people standing on the high walls of the cave and the weapons they held.

The Grass Tribe leader noticed bows.

Having followed the Black Stone Tribe against Shu Pi’s tribe before, the current settlent looked familiar.

If the earthen structures around Shu Pi’s tribe had been taller, they would resemble this settlent.

Many had died during that attack; now, attacking this seemingly stronger settlent, even more would likely perish.

Understanding this, the Grass Tribe leader did not rush her people forward.

Sotis being in front didn’t an gaining an advantage—otherwise, the Black Stone leader wouldn’t have placed his people at the rear.

“#￥5E!”

She shouted again, ordering her people to use planks, stones, and bark as shields.

The last ti they attacked Shu Pi’s tribe, using this thod minimized casualties.

Although anxious about falling behind, her people obeyed, holding back and following her.

Nearby, Shu Pi felt confused.

After initial excitent at seeing the tall-walled settlent, he realized sothing was wrong.

He rembered a river in front of the Green Sparrow Tribe. Now, he saw no river.

Additionally, the back mountain had changed.

Even closer, he saw the courtyard was made of stone, not mud.

Shu Pi was utterly stunned. Everything indicated this was not the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Yet, how could it have walls identical to the Green Sparrow Tribe?

He wanted to warn the others, but seeing the eager attackers and the excited Black Stone leader, he swallowed his words.

If mistaken, let it remain so.

He only hoped the eerie settlent could withstand the Black Stone assault or possess features similar to the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Otherwise… imagining the attackers storming the cave only to find nothing made him shiver.

He feared the enraged attackers would kill him later.

“#￥￥!”

Soone at the front shouted and hurled a stone at the people on the Copper Mountain walls.

The stone arced through the air, rolled along the ground, and hit the stone wall.

Instead of anger, the people on the walls were pleased—it was the attackers’ move first!

“Shoot! Fire arrows!”

Shang shouted loudly.