Chapter 97
So the primordial people who just “denounced” He Chen in a mess, began to sing you and me one by one.
“The Great Wilderness! Fight!”
“We hunt, we fight!”
“Kill Arbok, kill Victreebel!”
“Food! Food!”
“Eat, eat, eat!”
“Kill Kill Kill!”
…
uneven, tone-deaf, like a meaningless roar.
But at the same time, it has a bold, vigorous and vigorous taste.
The sound resounded through the sky, and I could even feel the dark clouds scattered a little.
“This…”
He Chen felt like he was on fire, his blood was boiling.
Yes! This is a prehistoric song! This is the song of the Great Wilderness!
It’s not a soft homesick song, nor is it a lingering and sad sound of extravagance.
The song of the Great Wilderness is the song of hunting, the song of battle, and the song of killing!
“What—”
Not only the tribesmen roared at you and me, but even Xiaobai couldn’t help but let out a long cry.
He Chen Sing wanted to hit people just now, but now, it has a feeling that it has to shout a word or two, otherwise the blood in the body will be too boiling.
“gu gu!”
“Dajia”
…
Not just Xiaobai, there are many Pokémon partners in the tribe All were affected by their singing and began to chirp.
The scene was messy, even more messy than before.
“Uh, no, no, no.”
The scene was out of control, and the entire fence was now full of demons dancing around and the sound of demons filling my ears.
“Mother.” He Chen smiled wryly.
But at this moment, a melodious and majestic long chant came from the Monument Mountain:
“What—”
At the same time, the white butterfly grandfather, the old And the telepathic sound full of murderous aura suddenly echoed in the hearts of everyone:
“Kill, Kill Kill Kill!”
“hong”
Just four Word, the voices of everyone were immediately suppressed.
The tribe is quiet.
He Chen felt his eyes redden.
Fight, blood, hunt, escape.
He seemed to see the white butterfly grandfather following the spirit witch.
From the far north, starting from the demise of the insect tribe, it has been through thorns and waves, and finally came here.
On the way, hunting, being hunted, attacked, attacked.
Blood and sweat go together, death goes hand in hand with life.
This is prehistoric!
Great prehistory!
A Pokémon is not a Pokemon, nor is it a Pokémon.
It’s devil beast.
A devil beast that eats and is eaten!
“Phew—”
After a long time, He Chen put out a breath, opened his eyes, and sweated profusely.
In the sky, the rain seems to be less.
And the white butterfly grandfather seemed to be woken up by them, and he howled excitedly for a while, and then went silent.
“Boy, isn’t this what you thought? Oh yes, the song.”
The rain was pattering, and they seemed to have just gotten out of the white butterfly grandfather.” Kill” slowed down.
The members of the hunting team seem to be in good spirits now, completely different from the way they used to be idle and sick.
The power of song.
“Yes, this is the song! Song of the Great Wilderness!”
He Chen wiped the rain and sweat from his forehead, his eyes lit up: “Uncle, go back first, I also go back and think about it, everyone will sing together at night!”
The chorus just now gave He Chen some new ideas again!
Civilization! culture!
This is a way to deepen cohesion!
Flags, tombstones, discipline, and tribal songs can all enhance the centripetal force of culture, and also enhance the battle strength of tribal people virtually.
The former tribesmen became members of other tribes when they were taken away, and with these “virtual” things, even if they were kidnapped, they would still think about running back!
And, in order to protect the tribe, to protect the clansman, everyone will fierce and unafraid of death.
Even if the tribe is destroyed, as long as things like flags and songs still exist, someone will rebuild the tribe!
“Perhaps, I have to make up some stories for everyone to listen to.” He Chen thought.
It can’t be said to be making up a story. It just tells what happened between the worm tribe to the green worm tribe and then to the yellow worm tribe.
These stories teach the cubs of the tribe since they were young, and when they grow up, the culture of the tribe is mostly formed.
Even now adult tribesmen can be infected.
Tell a story.
He Chen wants to tell some good stories, good stories about struggle, fighting and hunting, not beautiful fairy tales like Snow White.
It’s about heroes, about ancestors.
Like his past life.
Thousands of years in China have never been a time when heroes and great men were not born at a critical juncture or when a nation was destroyed.
They stood up and pulled strongly against a crazy tide and sacrificed their lives generously, and finally formed the most tenacious nation in He Chen’s previous life.
He Chen doesn’t expect the Great Wilderness Tribe to eventually become a tribe that created a great nation like the Yan and Yellow tribes, but he hopes that the Great Wilderness Tribe can last longer.
He knew it was difficult.
But nothing is easy in the world.
Since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, the Martial Emperor of the Han Dynasty vowed to destroy the Xiongnu, Ran Min killed Hu Lingjing, and the Sui and Tang Dynasties suppressed the world for hundreds of years…
The Song Dynasty, the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty…
Who has never died in life since ancient times, keep their hearts and minds in the history!
Those who offend me, no matter how far away you are you will certainly be punished.
……
These are Essence, Qi, and Spirit of Huaxia, proud and proud.
The talents are born in large numbers, and the endless will inherit thousands of years, and last forever.
Even in modern times.
Is it easy for the great powers to clean up China? Is it easy to pull strongly against a crazy tide during total destruction? Is it easy to inherit a thousand years of immortality?
The boundless meadows, the slaughtered enemy army, the poor and weak compatriots absolutely.
Not here yet? Still not victorious?
And now, for the Great Wilderness Tribe, must they face more difficult problems than He Chen’s previous life?
It’s all difficult.
Difficulties are only divided into two types, one is over the past, and the other is not over.
There is nothing easy in the world, in the final analysis it is unity, will and wisdom.
Look at the great powers, who still remembers being a descendant of the Roman Empire? Who dares to say that their inheritance has spread for thousands of years?
Eternal life, only Hua Xia Er.
……
Maybe because of the touch of the song of the Great Wilderness today, He Chen felt that his brain was sober like never before.
The various past lives, one by one, are very clear.
Support millennia of civilization and culture, advanced and powerful science and technology.
Confucian culture, Lao Zhuang doctrine, free thought, socialism…
Bending Plow, waterwheel, wrought iron and forged steel, saddle reins, hybrid rice, gene sequence…
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Even the “Moonlight in front of bed” that he recited in elementary school is vivid in his mind.
Like a revolving lantern in life, it flashes one picture after another.
His body walks involuntarily into the room, muddleheaded, his feet stiff.
Come to the house and sit down, the Pokémon behind him, including Zi and Dedu, stood very quietly at the door.
They felt that this morning, no, today’s morning witch was a little different.
Yes, this morning is more like a morning witch.
Not referring to him singing in the air, but referring to the moment now as if walking corpse back to the house.
There is an inexplicable, mysterious, solemn atmosphere spreading.
Suddenly, He Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, spoke up:
“I am Chen, the morning witch of the Great Wilderness.”
Di, Zi, Huan With Xiaobai, their attention was immediately attracted to the past.
At this time, He Chen’s eyes were as bright as the stars shining in the night sky.
“I want to create a nation of heroes!”