RPAGF Chapter 1151 Tribe
Chapter 1151 Tribe
A young hunter raised his stone spear and shouted. "But we're outnumbered now, and the Blackwood Tribe outnumbers us. If we fight them head-on, we might not win," an old man sighed, worried. Everyone was talking at once, some shouting to fight the Blackwood Tribe to the death, while others sighed, worried that their tribe would be destroyed. The scene grew increasingly chaotic. Ah Yan, watching the chaos before him, felt a surge of anxiety. He remembered his mother He's worried eyes, the withered corn in the fields, and the elderly and children of the tribe. He suddenly clenched his stone axe and shouted, "We can't just let this go! They've blocked our water, so we'll go get it back! If they don't give it to us, we'll fight them! We Firestone Tribe members are no cowards. We can't just stand by and watch our tribe perish!" Ah Yan's voice was loud, drowning out the chatter. The chaotic crowd instantly quieted, and everyone turned to look at Ah Yan. This young man, not yet officially a tribal warrior, though still young, had a gaze as resolute as Lie's, as majestic as Shi's, and a face filled with a stubborn, unyielding spirit. Shi looked at Ah Yan with a flicker of admiration. He hadn't expected Ah Yan to possess such courage and commitment, even braver than some of the adults in the tribe. He was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Ah Yan is right. We can't just sit there and wait for death. The Blackwood Tribe has bullied us. If we retreat, they'll only intensify their pressure. Everyone, get a good rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, we'll gather all our weapons and go to the Blackwood Tribe to demand an explanation. We must reclaim the water source!" Shi's words were like a reassurance, bringing everyone to a state of calm. The worry in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by determination and anger. "Alright! We'll fight them tomorrow!" "We must reclaim the water source!" the tribesmen shouted, their voices resolute and resolute. That night, the Firestone Tribe's fire pit burned brightly. The fire pit was packed with people, each busy at work. The men sat by the fire, holding stone axes and stone spears in their hands, constantly sharpening their weapons with grindstones. The "rustling" sound of sharpening echoed in the camp. Some men were still making new stone arrows. They put the sharpened wooden arrow shafts on the fire to make the arrow shafts harder, and then tied the polished flint arrowheads tightly to the arrow shafts with leather ropes. The women were busy tying dry mugwort into bundles and putting them into everyone's animal skin bags. Mugwort can not only be used to start a fire, but if someone is injured, burning the mugwort into ashes and applying it to the wound can also stop bleeding and reduce inflammation. While tying the mugwort, the women whispered to comfort the children around them, telling them that they would be fine tomorrow. Ah Yan sat next to Lie, holding a grindstone in his hand, and was sharpening his stone axe. The edge of the stone axe was already very sharp, but he kept sharpening it, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the stone axe. Lie observed Ah Yan's earnest expression and pulled out a long wooden pole from his back. A shiny piece of flint was tied to the top of the pole—the stone spear he'd used for years, given to him by the old tribe leader, Shi, when he became a warrior. Lie handed the spear to Ah Yan: "If there's a fight tomorrow, you'll use this spear. Stay behind me and don't run around. Remember, only by protecting yourself can you protect the tribe." Ah Yan took the spear, which felt heavy in his hand, the flint tip gleaming coldly. He looked at Lie and nodded: "Dad, I understand. I will protect myself and help you protect the tribe." Lie patted Ah Yan's shoulder and said nothing more. He simply picked up his crossbow and began to check the bowstring. The flames in the fire pit danced, reflecting a flush on everyone's face. Although no one spoke much, their eyes were determined. Ah Yan watched the flames dance in the fire pit, then glanced at the busy tribesmen around him. He vowed to himself: Tomorrow, we must recapture the water source and protect our tribe. We must not let the Blackwood Tribe bully the Firestone Tribe! He believed that as long as they united, no difficulty would be insurmountable. They would surely defeat the Blackwood Tribe and allow the Firestone Tribe to continue to survive on the eastern side of the Black Forest. The surrounding tribesmen erupted in anger at Lie's words. "This is too much! How can the Blackwood Tribe be so cruel!" a woman shouted angrily. "Fight them! We can't just wait to die of thirst!" At dawn, the Firestone Tribe camp was already bustling with activity amidst the fighting in the Black Forest. Men carried crossbows and stone spears, while women carried hide bags filled with herbs and wormwood, distributing them to everyone. The air was thick with tension, and even the usually fussy children huddled obediently in their mothers' arms, watching the busy tribesmen with wide eyes. Ah Yan rose early. His mother, He, was squatting at the tent entrance, adjusting the laces of his hide skirt. He's hands trembled as she tightened the leather cord around Ah Yan's waist, whispering, "Follow your father today. Don't rush forward. If you can't win, hide quickly, okay?" Ah Yan nodded and hugged He. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll protect myself and help Dad get the water back." He knew his mother was worried, but he knew even more clearly that this battle couldn't be lost—if they did, the entire tribe might not survive. Lie approached, already packed. The crossbow on his back was slung with sharpened wooden arrows. The hide bag at his waist was filled with wormwood and flint for kindling, and he held a polished stone axe in his hand. He patted Ah Yan's shoulder, his eyes firm. "Let's go! It's time to set off." Ah Yan followed Lie out of the tent and saw over fifty tribesmen gathered in the open space in the center of the camp. The old chieftain Shi stood at the front, holding a hardwood stone staff in his hand, with a flint tied to the top of the staff, which was the symbol of the chief of the tribe. Shi's face was very serious. He glanced at the tribesmen in front of him and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, the people of the Blackwood tribe have blocked our water source. This is to force us to death! Today we go, not to fight them, but to take back the water source that belongs to us! For the tribe, for the elderly and children at home, we can't lose!" "Can't lose!" The tribesmen shouted in unison, and the sound echoed over the camp with a determination to fight to the death. Shi nodded with satisfaction,