I am a Primitive Man

As spring deepens, while some flowers wither and drift downstream, the migratory birds return in large numbers from the south.

During this time, the birds have a vast living space, as the still-primitive humans pose no threat to their existence.

They have plenty of room to live and soar.

Because of this, when flocks of birds fly by, they often appear as a dense mass, chattering noisily, leaving behind a flurry of fallen feathers and droppings, chattering and squealing as they depart.

It's rare to see only a pitiful few birds here and there.

On the walls of the Green Sparrow tribe, a furious Han Cheng grips a bow in one hand, a quiver of arrows at his side. Gazing at the southern sky, he mutters angrily, clearly expressing his frustration.

A dozen people from the archery team are lingering on the wall with him.

Among them is Third Senior Brother, a skilled archer who confidently pats his chest and assures everyone that he will shoot down some birds to strip their feathers and vent his anger for the Divine Child.

After waiting a while, a small patch of white clouds drifts in from afar.

They move quickly, expanding rapidly before his eyes, accompanied by a chorus of “quack-quack” sounds.

As the white cloud approaches, the enormous "V" shape in the sky grows larger.

Hearing the familiar sounds and seeing the familiar "V"-shaped formation, Han Cheng instantly jumps up.

They’re here!

“Get ready!”

He shouts, raising his bow overhead, slowly pulling back the string, and aiming at the flying creatures, preparing to unleash an attack.

The third Senior Brother and the other ten people also ready themselves. Having participated in training regularly, they are much more adept at this than Han Cheng, who is still inexperienced.

These guys are determined to take down these ungrateful birds to vent their frustrations for the Divine Child.

Although Han Cheng isn’t as furious as Third Senior Brother and the others think—after all, he just had a couple of bites of food spoiled—there’s another significant reason for his excitement.

In the past few days, he discovered the tracks of wild geese.

Of course, he doesn’t know how these geese differ from those in later generations; he isn’t an expert on everything.

However, he can undoubtedly confirm that these are wild geese.

The large birds flying in a V formation seem unique, as he recalls only the wild geese.

Wild geese are significant assets.

The dead ones are perfect for the pot, while the living ones are even more valuable.

The notorious rural overlord, the big white goose, is domesticated from wild geese.

His true goal is to shoot some wild geese down and slowly tame them into geese.

Fu Jiang and his group were around during this era, and they did not need to guard the home.

A duck egg worth several chicken eggs is his most significant interest.

Of course, it would also be quite entertaining to see the tribe's naked little ones being chased by the long-necked big geese, who are running around in a panic.

“Loose the arrows!”

As the flock of giant white geese approaches closer, nearing overhead, Han Cheng gives the command to attack.

After his shout, amidst the sounds of bowstrings vibrating, over a dozen feathered arrows shoot into the sky, aimed directly at the wild geese.

Han Cheng doesn’t attempt to showcase his skills by aiming for a double hit or try to replicate the legendary archer Hua Rong's precision in targeting the third goose's eye; instead, he lets everyone take their shot together.

Of course, even if he had such intentions, he lacked the capability.

Perhaps this is the reality of the situation.

Being seasoned travelers, these wild geese are used to their adventures and have seen a lot; neither from their ancestors nor from their experiences over the years have they ever faced an attack on the ground.

To be precise, as long as they soar into the sky, the dangers on the ground can be disregarded.

Because of this, although the leading goose spotted the monkeys standing high up, it did not increase its flying altitude.

This decision ultimately sealed their tragic fate today.

A dozen sharp arrows shot up from below, and the unprepared wild geese were instantly hit, with several of them struck down.

Amidst the panicked cries, five wild geese flapped their wings and fell from the sky, crying out in despair.

“Continue!”

The cries of the wild geese did not move Han Cheng; squinting his eyes, he continued to issue orders without turning his head.

At the same time, he quickly drew an arrow from his quiver, swiftly nocking it, and aimed again at the disorganized flock of geese.

As he shouted, another goose fell, crying out mournfully.

To be able to draw and shoot twice in such a short time and hit the target each time—such skill is unmatched in the entire tribe, aside from Third Senior Brother.

In an instant, chaos erupted in this corner of the world, with wild geese panicking both above and below.

Ignoring the dangers from the ground, the geese suffered deadly blows. Amid the chorus of mournful cries, they could no longer maintain their formation and quickly gained altitude, heading off into the distance.

After Third Senior Brother’s arrow, fired with all his strength, fell feebly after the departing geese, the rapid shooting of the geese came to an end.

The geese panicked around the courtyard, flapping their wings and aimlessly running about, desperate to escape this dangerous area.

Even on the wall, there was a goose that had been shot.

However, this unfortunate creature was worse off; it was shot through the head by an arrow and only flapped twice before becoming still.

As soon as the shooting ended, the minors hiding inside the house cheered and rushed out, shouting excitedly as they chased after the geese to capture them.

Those still on the wall saw the flock of geese disperse and realized no one outside was capturing them. They quickly climbed down to catch the injured geese.

Han Cheng was the only one left on the wall in a short while.

Han Cheng looked at the cheerful crowd in and out of the courtyard, a smile appearing on his face.

Then he walked over to the dead goose on the wall, preparing to take it down.

Just then, he suddenly heard the mournful cries of a wild goose. Han Cheng instinctively looked up at the sky and saw a goose flying back from the direction the flock had just left, wailing all the way.

This guy had barely escaped and was now returning to his death.

Han Cheng halted his steps, drew an arrow, and nocked it on the bowstring, slowly pulling it back, ready to shoot this returning goose.

The solitary goose seemed unaware of the danger, wailing as it flew in, circling above Han Cheng while crying out despondently.

Despite being poised to shoot, Han Cheng did not release his grip on the bowstring.

“Quack~”

With another sorrowful cry, the circling goose folded its wings, head down and feet up, and plummeted directly to the ground…

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