I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

"Protective walls, javelins, stones..." Mu Feng muttered softly.

What he has to do now is to think of countermeasures as much as possible to prevent the possible arrival of the Dragon Ministry.

According to the truth, the Mang Dragon Clan had looted their furs, stole the holy fire, and even the tribe's stone pots and wooden sticks had been robbed, and the Jiang clan had little valuable things.

But last night Lihu said anxiously that there was one more thing: a woman!

Mu Feng suddenly woke up.

In his previous life, he had learned this kind of information when he was studying history. The battles between primitive tribes were often due to three problems: food, territory, and women!

Food is for eating, territory is for living and reproducing, and women are for reproducing offspring!

Mufeng firmly does not allow this situation!

Therefore, he must take as much material as possible and protect the Jiang clan well, so as to deal with the next round of plunder that might come by the Mang Dragon Tribe.

In addition to protective measures, he also needed to understand the strength of the Mang Dragon Ministry, so he called out the busy Lihu.

"Lihu, what is the strength of the Mang Dragon Division, how many people are there?"

"Their tribe has more than 600 people, and there are more than 260 young people who can fight!" Lihu answered honestly.

"There are more than two hundred and sixty people. Only one hundred and twenty people in our tribe can fight..." Mu Feng muttered softly, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, not many."

"What!" Lihu was startled, "They have much more people than us!"

"It's okay!" Mu Feng looked relaxed, "What weapon did they use?"

"Stone rod, bone rod, what's the matter?" Lihu asked subconsciously.

"Well, that's good!" Mu Feng's heart already had a plan. "Don't worry, as long as the people from the Dragon Clan come this time, we will definitely be able to defeat them!"

"Is it possible?" Lihu wanted to ask this sentence, but did not dare to speak out.

It is undeniable that Mu Feng has only been a warchief for a few days, and he has brought huge changes to the tribe, food has been solved, and fire has been created.

But the two hundred and sixty people in the Mang Dragon Division are really young people! More than 120 people beat more than 200 people, no matter how you look at it, you can't win.

"Great Chief!" said Lihu suddenly in a deep voice, "If we can't defeat the Mang Dragon Division this time, I will protect you to the best of my abilities. I hope you will leave here with White Fang and the tribe and move east! "

Mu Feng frowned, shook his head and smiled: "Uncle Lihu, the Mang Dragon Club hasn't come yet, why are you starting to explain the funeral? Besides, let's not just in case, what if they don't come. !"

"No!" Lihu shook his head, "They will come, and Jiang's now is like a piece of meat to them, just eat it sooner or later!"

Mu Feng smiled again: "Don't worry, they are really coming, and I can also let everyone fight off the people from the Dragon Ministry!"

"Is it possible?" Lihu finally asked this sentence.

"Don't worry!" Mu Feng patted him on the shoulder, "Trust me!"

Unexpectedly, Lihu nodded seriously.

The entire Jiang family worked together and quickly erected a protective wall for the tribe's only exit.

The protective wall is composed of three layers, the innermost layer is made of stone, and muddy, thick and strong.

The middle layer is the paper mulberry fence, which has sprouted in just a few days, and I believe it will grow taller in a few days.

The outermost layer is the thorny rattan, which has also sprouted. The inch-long spikes are covering the paper mulberry fence, and the cover is so tight that there is no way to start.

More than two meters high, the protective wall that blocked the entrance of the tribe from south to north lay across there, making the entire tribe feel relieved.

Behind the protective wall are piles of fist-sized stones, and next to the stones are piles of two-meter-long, sharpened bamboo guns.

Seeing that all these were done, Mu Feng let Lihu and the others pierced forty or fifty straw men, all about the size of ordinary people.

Then he asked people to fix the Cao Ren scattered outside the tribe, more than 30 meters away from the wall.

"Lihu, look for more than twenty people!" Mu Feng gave the order.

"Yes!" Lihu turned around and nodded twenty people.

Mu Feng nodded: "Now you pick up the bamboo spear on the ground and do the spear-throwing motion with me, and see if you can shoot the grass man outside!"

"But across the wall, we can't see it!" someone said.

"Don't mind, you can just cast out to the approximate position!" Mu Feng said.

With that said, he picked up a bamboo spear, opened his body to the back, and threw a spear against the wall with one hand!

At the same time he yelled: "Throw a gun!"

Twenty people behind him shot together, and twenty bamboo spears flew out, but after the highest point, it was obviously far and near.

There was only a sound of "puff-puff-puff" outside, and only three "puff-puff puffs" sounds.

Mu Feng frowned, wondering: "Have you hit three?"

Immediately he looked at Lihu: "Go and see how many bamboo spears were shot?"

Lihu hurriedly ran outside the wall, and then returned with the bamboo spear: "Three shots!"

Mu Feng frowned, and then said, "Go and change the positions of those grass men! Come again!"

Lihu did so, but Mu Feng still took the shots with someone, this time he got five shots!

"No, come again!"

Lihu took the people out again, and Mu Feng shot again, this time only four shots!

Mu Feng also let Lihu pierce dozens of grass-men, almost a hundred, scattered outside the wall, and Mu Feng once again led people to experiment with guns.

This time he took fifty people, but the number of hits was only a dozen shots.

Repeated experiments many times, still the case.

Mu Feng roughly estimated that the hit rate was only a pitiful 10%!

In other words, if you throw a javelin across a wall more than two meters high, your vision will be blocked, and you will get one shot at most in ten shots!

There is another premise here, that the person does not move...

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