We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 170 I Became a God?

"Witch, the hairy people are coming, from where the sun sets!"

As the shouts rang out, the old shaman's face showed even more wrinkles.

Initially, the attacks from the Mao people were the same as before, but gradually, more and more Mao people launched successive attacks.

It seems that these hairy people have noticed a decline in the number of young and middle-aged people in the area.

As a result, many Mao people from other places have gradually gathered here.

It's almost been a full month, and I wonder when the Xia tribe chief will be able to bring back all the able-bodied men of his tribe...

"When you see those hairy people wandering around now, don't throw spears at them. Wait until they climb the trees again."

Upon hearing the shaman's command, voices rang out one after another between the trees, relaying messages between them.

As everyone knows, if the Mao people launch an attack now, it will be a fierce battle.

We must defend it. If the gorillas manage to climb up and even one family dies, the entire tribe will be one step closer to death.

The women and children hid inside the treehouse in fear, while all the men stood outside, holding stone spears, ready to fight.

This tense atmosphere reminded them of the past, when those people in the heart of the Great Lakes fought alongside them.

But now, they can only stay on the outskirts of the lake, eating palm fruits that are hard to swallow.

"Look! The hairy people are coming!"

A shout came from some big tree, and several hairy people were seen wandering down to the ground.

Someone was about to throw a spear, but was immediately stopped by others, who then remembered what the shaman had said.

These hairy men, who had initially appeared timid and hesitant, gradually became arrogant and began circling around, patting their chests at the people in the trees, once they realized no one was throwing spears at them.

They only left casually when they were tired of filming.

"The hairy man is gone!"

After everyone saw the wandering hairy men leave, they shouted excitedly, but before they could even relax, they saw the scene not far away and were speechless!
The number of hairy people they had never seen before was enormous, a huge, dark mass!

At this moment, they all appeared from the direction where the sun was setting, and were slowly walking towards this side.

"Hairy people! So many hairy people!"

Those who couldn't see clearly due to the obstruction couldn't help but feel nervous. Although they couldn't see the terrifying number, they could hear the fear in the shout.

How many hairy people would that be!

Seemingly spurred on by the shout, the large group of hairy people began to run wildly in droves.

This time, however, the group of hairy people did not choose to climb the tree as before, but instead started crashing directly into the tree trunk.

With a loud crash, the thick tree, though not broken, knocked the man on it off his feet.

A scream rang out, and a man fell straight down from the tree.

It landed with a thud, smashing directly onto a hairy person.

The man had already fallen and was bleeding from all seven orifices, but the hairy man stood up.

Seemingly enraged by being hit, it roared and furiously pounded its fists on the already dead man.

Until the man's body was smashed into a pulp!
The blood fueled the fury of the hairy people, and they began to ram the tree trunk like madmen.

The man in the tree completely forgot to defend himself; he had already thrown away most of the stone spears in his hands, only concerned with keeping himself steady so as not to fall.

until……

The tree broke completely after being violently struck several times by the hairy man, and the whole family crashed to the ground with the tree.

The tree fell!

"How could this be! How could a hairy person do this!"

On the other trees, the men who witnessed everything were filled with disbelief.

I have never seen the Mao people launch such an offensive before.

"Help!"

"Get down the tree, climb down!"

"Get down from the tree! You'll die in the tree! You'll die in the tree!"

The shaman's previous tactics had completely failed, and everyone subconsciously realized that staying in the tree would definitely lead to their death.

But no one thought about what to do after they were taken down from the tree.
They'll only die faster!

With such a large number of hairy people, and no one able to outrun them, death seemed to be their only fate.

The shaman was old, but his experience from his youth remained. He immediately realized that climbing down would surely lead to his death.

Staying in the tree might offer a glimmer of hope.

"Don't come down from the tree, stay in the tree!"

But no matter how loudly the shaman shouted, it was impossible for the shouts to reach the ears of the crowd.

Because everyone panicked, they were like lost lambs, only knowing how to rush around recklessly.

At this critical moment, Wu suddenly thought of the yellow-skinned man and the original sin theory that she had casually uttered and gradually perfected over this period of time.

Atonement, yes!

"Pray! Pray and you will survive!"

“We must atone for our sins and pray, and then we can live, and only by living can we atone for our sins.”

Can you live by praying, and can you atone for your sins by living?

These brief words, like the resounding toll of a bell, finally reached everyone's ears.

They saw those who climbed down being torn in half or smashed into a pulp.

They just wanted to survive, but they didn't know how to find a way to do so.

Now, thanks to the shaman's reminder, everyone seems to have found a way to survive.

Pray to that powerful, yellow-skinned man you've seen.

Give yourself another chance to atone for your sins!

More and more people began to return to the trees, while the women and children remained in their houses, focusing on their prayers.

This change caused the hairy people under the tree to stop what they were doing.

It wasn't that praying to Xia Minghao, a living person, actually had any effect, but rather that the Mao people all showed confusion and bewilderment.

They couldn't understand why these people suddenly didn't run away or attack them, just like stones.

The most confused look was in the eyes of the hairy man in the corner. He stared at everything that was happening in front of him with bewilderment. A surge of power rushed into his brain, and his neural synapses began to be frantically stimulated and connected haphazardly.

The tree stopped trembling, and the hairy man's shouts ceased.

The people who were praying thought it had worked, but before they could rejoice, the Mao people had already rallied and launched an even more ferocious attack after a brief respite!

The massive tremor from the collapsing tree couldn't drown out the screams of agony.

But this was their only option; it seemed to be their only way to survive.

"Please save us! If anyone should be punished, it should be you!"

Desperate cries rose from the depths of everyone's hearts, their foreheads were covered in sweat, and their fear of death intensified.

Some people could no longer bear the fear and almost collapsed as they jumped down from the tree.

Until a distant hoofbeat came, which actually drowned out the hairy people's terrified shouts.

Everyone opened their eyes and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see familiar faces, each holding a golden weapon.

They've really come! The Xia tribe chief has really come to save me!
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"Holy crap, so many hairy people!"

Xia Minghao heard the noise from afar. Although he was somewhat prepared, he was still surprised when he saw it.

At the same time, we saw the people of these Great Lakes tribes, all of them perched on treehouses.

Huh? What's going on?
Weren't they real men from primitive times? They fought back from the brink of defeat, united to resist the Mao people, and only then did they regain the opportunity to develop.

Why are they all just sitting there waiting to die?

Several hairy men spotted Xia Minghao and his companions and began shouting signals to their friends.

Seeing this, Xia Minghao dared not delay and immediately took out the drumsticks.

Three drumbeats rang out.

This is also the result of Xia Minghao's key training during this period. One drumbeat means to remain stationary and on guard, two drumbeats mean to surround the enemy and not attack, and three drumbeats mean the order to charge!
It wasn't just the deer riders who developed muscle memory; the herd of giant deer did too.

Upon hearing the drumbeats, the deer riders, along with their deer, instantly unleashed their power and charged into the ranks of the hairy men!

The furry people, who relied solely on vocalizations to communicate, were a step too slow.

With the speed boost, the sharp bronze halberd cuts through everything with ease.

At first, the deer riders were a bit clumsy, but as they kept going, they got the hang of it and used the muscle memory they had developed through training to wreak havoc.

The Mao people were initially stunned, but once they realized what was happening, they launched a counterattack.

But it was too late. The deer riders had already gotten into their stride, moving in and out of the furry group with the help of the giant deer, maintaining their speed.

The rout happened almost instantly, and the first few were just a few thugs who were truly terrified of being killed.

It was only the influence of these few hairy people that caused more and more hairy people to fall into chaos, and then they began to flee in all directions.

Seeing this, Xia Minghao first steadied the large antlered deer he was riding, and then began to beat the drum again.

This time, however, the drumbeats were continuous, which was the military order to gather his troops.

The deer cavalry, who had been engaged in a chaotic slaughter, were awakened by the drumbeats. Seeing the scattered and fleeing hairy men, although they wanted to give chase, they did not forget the mental habits they had developed during training and rushed towards Xia Minghao.

Every now and then, some hairy people would run towards Xia Minghao's position. Although they no longer had the speed boost from the giant antler deer, how could their skin withstand the sharp bronze weapons? Naturally, they were all killed by the people in front of them in a few blows.

"Alright, if he's dead, don't worry about him."

Xia Minghao frowned and said, "His head is almost falling off his body. If we keep cutting him, it won't be finishing him off, but a pointless desecration of his corpse. It will also dull the blade of the bronze halberd."

Among the scattered hairy people, only one figure remained motionless, staring angrily at the deer riders.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on Xia Minghao, who was located in the very center.

Undeterred, it turned back and followed the furry men in their escape. On the back of its head, a stone emitting an indigo light was clearly embedded.

After the hairy men left, Xia Minghao began to arrange for people to collect all of their corpses.

Seeing such a dense concentration of corpses, I felt a bit puzzled.

In the past, it's hard to imagine how the people of the Great Lakes tribe had ever withstood such an offensive.

Looking further into the distance, even the trees had been broken.

Did their prayers in the tree really work?

Is something unexpected going to happen if I arrive a little later?

The man and woman in the tree stared in disbelief at the corpses strewn across the ground.

But most of these were the corpses of hairy people!

The corpses of the hairy people were all piled up into a small mountain under Xia Minghao's orders.

Xia Minghao then ordered people to find firewood.

Of course, he didn't intend to eat these gorillas; Xia Minghao had never heard of gorillas being edible.

I have heard that gorillas carry a wide variety of bacteria, many of which can be transmitted to humans.

This was simply to burn the gorillas clean and prevent the spread of disease.

Besides, at this point, what's the big deal about a couple of bites of meat? It's not like when I first arrived in this other world half a year ago. Now I own a Xia tribe that's about to enter civilization.

Upon seeing the elderly shaman descend from the tree, Xia Minghao quickly asked the question that had been troubling him.

Upon hearing the shaman's reply, he felt a sense of helplessness.

So, all that was about praying to yourself?

What's the point of praying to yourself?
Good heavens, if I had arrived a day later, wouldn't all of these people have been doomed...?

Upon hearing the shaman's more detailed explanation, Xia Minghao discovered that this tribe, due to his previous werewolf transformation and the legends of the past, had developed a doctrine of original sin that was extremely similar to that of Christianity.

Upon hearing this, Xia Minghao was completely bewildered.

This situation is not unique to these people; it has appeared in swampy areas before, with people believing themselves to be the sun god, and the situation is escalating.

Now, the people of Yanquan Mountain are afraid to go to the swampy areas. Those people regard themselves as the sun god, and the resulting worship is too devout, even to a frightening degree.

In addition, Xia Minghao had also heard Huo Li say that it seemed that the Wa clan had also started to develop a similar worship of themselves as gods.

He would even secretly call himself "Dad".

"Turtle, it's one thing for women to call me that, but for a bunch of men to call me that, Xia Minghao doesn't want to have such a large group of godsons."

It seems that these are the "weeds" that are bound to grow in the soil of ignorance, especially under the rapid revolution of productivity and high-speed development of various constructions that he led the Xia tribe to carry out.

There's simply no time to figure out a "herbicide" for these weeds, and the downsides of these fabricated self-proclaimed deities being worshipped have become obvious.

For example, in the situation just now, they didn't know how to resist or think of a way to escape; they just waited there to die.

In the swampy areas, after adopting the idea of ​​themselves as sun gods, they still use the prayer methods left by the Sacred Tree tribe. Many people will steal and eat those hallucinogenic poisonous mushrooms and then lie on the ground.

This not only results in a significant waste of human resources, but may also lead to unwarranted staff reductions.

Xia Minghao also tried to make changes, but all his efforts were in vain.

Later I also realized that the principle that matter determines consciousness and practice determines cognition also applies.

Only by changing the overall environment can this ignorance be eliminated, rather than forcibly correcting it. Otherwise, it may not only fail to achieve the desired effect, but could even be detrimental to oneself.

Therefore, we should focus our efforts on the development and construction of the tribe, and at the same time continue to implement education policies.

Having learned the answer from the shaman, another question arose.

That's the kind of offensive they used to launch. How did this group of people resist it in the past?

The shaman's answer was that such an attack method had never occurred.

Previously, it was only a few dozen hairy people trying to climb the tree to kill them; there had never been a situation where hundreds of hairy people gathered together to attack.

After hearing what Wu said, Xia Minghao pondered for a moment and came to a general conclusion.

It seems that some of the Mao people suddenly became smarter and managed to reunite them, giving them a certain degree of organization.

Are hairy people evolving?
This situation does indeed align with evolutionary theory. It's possible that a genetic mutation resulted in a hairy human infant with a larger brain capacity, which in turn gave it a greater advantage in survival.

If this mutated gene can be stably inherited, then the entire population will evolve with each generation.

If this is true, it would indeed be a major crisis before the Bronze Age.

But things are different now. With bronze artifacts and giant antler deer, this is absolute suppression.

It's only a matter of time before we deal with the Mao people.

After piling up all the Maoren corpses, Xia Minghao ordered all the survivors of the Dahu tribe to get busy finding enough wood for cremation.

As for the dead men, women, and children, they naturally couldn't be burned with these hairy people. Instead, according to the customs of their Great Lake tribe, they were all thrown into the Great Lake.

Although the way these people ultimately buried the dead, Xia Minghao still couldn't help but complain in his heart that if the lake were smaller, the water quality would probably have become like that of the Insect Valley.

As night fell, flames roared beside the mountain of corpses belonging to the hairy men.

To Xia Minghao's surprise, the group of people actually started dancing happily around the fire, showing no sign of sadness.

Could this be the earliest form of a joyous funeral?

Perhaps so; this was the first time Xia Minghao had ever seen someone so happy after the death of a loved one.

This situation could only have happened to the Great Lakes tribe. After all, since the arrival of the hairy people, they have lost countless people and probably shed all their tears. They then chose this kind of funeral, which was rare in primitive times.

The food brought to the Great Lakes tribe this time was not much, only enough for three days' rations for each deer rider.

The main reason was to bring some red salt first, so as not to miss the trading opportunity.

The remaining large quantities of salt and food were carried by the rest of the group, led by Mu Tuo, who knew the way, and it would take two or three days to reach them.

Looking at the full moon in the sky, Xia Minghao asked the shaman a question.

Based on my speculation, if the person who delivered the palm fruit hadn't been frightened away after witnessing the attack by the hairy people, it would probably have arrived by tomorrow.

After eating some dried meat, Xia Minghao remembered the question he had planned to ask about the suspected totem tribe upstream of the river.

"Witch, are you from the very top of the great river?"

"Yes, Chief."

"I heard from others that there is a terrible tribe there that can make hard stones fly?"

Upon hearing this, a look of fear appeared on the old shaman's face.

"Yes, they can make stones fly and then pass through the body."

"How does it fly? Like this?"

Xia Minghao picked up a wolf sinew bow, drew the bow, and with a flick of the firelight, the bronze arrow flew out.

The shaman's gaze sharpened upon seeing this, but he still shook his head.

(End of this chapter)