Start in North America 1400: The country is being established

early morning.

People wake up from their sleep, and a good night's sleep makes everyone full of energy.

Only the dozen or so chief's guards stayed awake all night.

It is still difficult for them to digest what they experienced last night, but the faith in their hearts has been completely settled.

The tall beast was something they had never seen before.

How can a man control a ferocious beast and run at full speed? Such an enemy is unbeatable; so the logic of choice is clearly presented.

If you can't win again and again, you can only choose to join.

They have been praying the name of the "Lord of Balance" all night long, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, for fear that if they relax even a little bit, the true God will sense their ungodly heart.

When they heard that people were waking up, they also stepped out of the tent; they found that people from the Tushi Department began to fetch water, wipe their faces, and rub their teeth with salt on their fingers.

An elder and several women brought them the same thing.

They were also arranged to go to the sweat room to clean themselves and get clean clothes to change.

All of this is too luxurious.

They couldn't understand that after a day's hunting work, they would still be dirty, so why bother?

What's more, you have to use precious salt to clean your teeth!

But they didn't dare to ask, they just followed the arrangements in the tribe and followed them one by one.

Then, there is a long wait.

Wu, he never appeared again.

In the meantime they had breakfast.

Hundreds of warriors from the Tushi Tribe set out to hunt. The boiling shouts before leaving shocked them for the first time, and they were each holding the same weapon.

They know that such warriors cannot be resisted by the chief tribe.

It's not just a difference in weapons.

To this day, they still have fresh memories of the countless firm and fanatical looks in their eyes last night.

Perhaps with just one word from the witch, all the old, weak, women and children would pounce like wild beasts and bite off a piece of flesh from their bodies.

They don't know what cohesion is, but they know that everyone in this tribe has the most fanatical worship of the true God, and is willing to die for Him, even if it means their lives are ruined.

The sun gradually rises on the distant mountains.

Patriarch Tushi, who had harnessed the beast last night, also led his team to set off. Ten men and ten horses, their footsteps shook the earth, and they disappeared in front of people's eyes.

The children are still chasing behind excitedly, perhaps imagining that one day they can become the warriors who can control the beasts.

Afternoon.

Someone brought food, and they were shocked by the abundance of food in Tushi.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask: "When can I wait to see the true God?"

Nowadays, the women in front of them no longer treat them indifferently, because there is real desire and longing in their eyes.

"Praise the Lord, praise the balance; when the Lord calls you, you are welcome."

After saying that, the woman left.

More than a dozen people looked at each other and had no choice but to lower their heads and start eating.

…

"Ah, Master!"

Inside the stone house.

The first moment Zhou Li'an arrived in time travel, he heard the surprise cry of the Snow Girl.

She knelt down and bowed in front of her, acting like a little daughter instead of the majestic witch: "Master, why did you come here at noon today?"

"I have something to deal with."

Zhou Li'an is not someone who likes to be lazy. If he had not come to the tribe, he would have made corresponding preparations for the tribe's development plan in this life.

He didn't explain that much, but asked: "Where was the mission last night?"

Seeing that the snow girl could laugh, it was obvious that things were done well.

As expected.

The snow girl then chattered about what happened last night.

"They actually said that Yuki-onna was skinny and ugly, and they made Yuki-onna very angry..."

"At that time, they dared to pull out their long knives. The snow girl showed no fear and pierced his chin with the dagger given by the master!"

"When they saw the salt and sugar, they were all stunned."

"The snow girl also let her father control the horse and go out to train under the moonlight. They all surrendered to their master's creation."

"The Snow Maiden has fulfilled all of her master's wishes."

Zhou Li listened quietly...

When she finished saying all this, she smiled and rubbed her head;

After all, she was just a young girl. She had no choice but to be born in the wrong era, so she had no choice but to experience this most real and primitive world of the jungle and the strong.

At this modern age, killing someone is considered a psychopath; but now, it is just for survival.

Therefore, Zhou Li'an did not comfort her, but expressed more praise.

The snow girl's head was still rubbed in the palm, and she said with a smile:

"Master, is the snow girl doing a good job?"

Zhou Li'an smiled and nodded, took out the chocolate and gave it to her: "Eat it, don't finish it all at once."

"Oh~."

"Bring them to see me."

The snow girl put the chocolate away like a hidden treasure and jumped out of the house. However, the moment she stepped out of the stone house, she regained her noble appearance as a tribal sacrifice.

Zhou Li'an couldn't help laughing every time he saw this scene.

Not long after.

The elders came first to pay their respects, and a dozen chiefs' guards were waiting anxiously outside the door.

They only waited for an elder to let them in before they could see the noble figure sitting on the soft platform.

They just took a peek and immediately lowered their heads.

Zhou Li'an said: "Raise your head and look at me."

They stared tremblingly, their eyes still evasive.

But gradually, they discovered that God didn't seem to be any different, and their evasive eyes gradually became confused.

The faith that was originally stored in my heart began to waver.

This is a sense of gap, the gods are different from what they imagined.

Zhou Li'an knew very well what was going on in their hearts at this time.

For the Red Deer and Xiaohe tribes, if it hadn't been for the great battle in the Mad Cow Rift Valley, even if they saw themselves, it would be difficult for them to believe that this was the true God.

Therefore, it is not so easy to gain faith, so since ancient times there have been so many people pretending to be gods and using strange skills to bless the godhead.

God is invisible, but it is a means to maintain the degree of faith. With a storybook and various logical and self-consistent chicken soup principles, you can capture people's hearts.

Once God is right in front of you and cannot perform miracles, it will be like a goddess whose farts taste like strawberries in fantasy, coming to you, porridge~~

Don't collapse the house too quickly.

But Zhou Li'an is different, he is a dick.

When he waved his hand, a spear appeared out of thin air and landed in front of everyone.

The sharp knife light reflected their faces.

When the miracle was revealed, the doubtful eyes of the dozen or so people disappeared, replaced by incredible shock.

They trembled and praised sincerely; just like everyone in the tribe, they were pious and fanatical.

There is no doubt that the most loyal guards around the chief have all chosen to embrace justice.

Only absolute power is true justice.

…

"Only 26 of the 39 units were recruited? What's the reason?"

"The tribes gather far away. Several mountain tribes seldom leave their tribal territories except to make sacrifices. As well as several tribes that have already surrendered to my lord, these are all the tribes of the Modoc tribe."

The information obtained now is far more reliable than the analysis and speculation of the great elder.

The chief's personal guards knew the situation of each department very well.

There are 39 named tribes, such as powerful tribes such as Tushi, Earth Snake, and Red Deer; more than 20 nameless small tribes; the total population exceeds 15,000 people.

On the contrary, Zhou Li'an didn't care about the number of soldiers being recruited.

26 departments, with 100 people recruited from each department.

Regardless of the strength of the tribe, it is necessary to leave manpower to ensure the tribe's hunting operations, and it is impossible to send out all the tribes.

And when they go to war, they may bring their own weapons and rations.

No matter how large the number of people is, each tribe cannot afford it, and there will be more rebellion and disrespect for the edicts. The reason why the chief tribe can control the tribes is because they have a battle group of nearly a thousand people and they are invincible.

Furthermore, war is the simplest and crudest way to make money.

Once the Tushi tribe is able to be eliminated this time, the materials obtained will be distributed among the various tribes as merit rewards.

The expedition of various ministries is more like participating in a large-scale hunting activity, except that the objects of the hunt are changed from wild beasts to humans.

With the addition of the chief's tribe and 26 warriors, the total number of the regiment reached 3,600.

This is definitely a huge number.

Can be found inside the stone house.

Everyone knows clearly...

The outcome has already been determined.

Therefore, Zhou Li'an's focus was not on the battle group, but on the total population of 15,000 people. He had already begun to mentally check the previous migration plan and make more detailed plans based on the specific number of people.

First of all, all departments must be gathered together and integrated with each other.

The huge number of 15,000 people gathering in one place to form a living area will be a huge test for primitive tribesmen who have no experience in urban management.

Only when the integration is truly complete and the basic system can be established to meet the requirements of laws and regulations, will it be time to migrate south. Otherwise, it is impossible for a piece of loose sand to span a long distance of hundreds of kilometers.

And this time must be quick...

It is now August, and Oregon will enter a long rainy season after October. When rain, snow and severe cold come, it will be a huge trouble that hinders the way forward.

After that, there is another two-month migration process.

As soon as December passes, a new year begins.

The tribesmen may have long forgotten Zhou Li'an's original warning, the prophecy about the coming of evil spirits.

But Zhou Li'an himself would never forget it.

The year 1400 is about to pass, and when the number 1401 is flipped, it also means my own countdown...

Only 91 years left.