Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1149 And

Barely holding off the enemy's attacks, Ah Shu's arms were swollen from being pounded by wooden clubs, and he could barely hold his stone spear. Chief Shi, surrounded by three members of the Blackwood Tribe, swung his stone staff more and more slowly, his forehead smeared with sweat, his face growing paler. Lie's condition was not good either. Blackfang's stone axe had chopped his arm, leaving a deep wound extending from shoulder to elbow. Blood streamed down his arm, staining his hide and dripping onto the ground in dark red spots. His arrows were nearly exhausted, with only three remaining in his hide bag. But he gritted his teeth, drawing his crossbow again and again, firing at the enemy. Ah Yan watched all this, his heart aflame with anxiety. He knew that if this continued, the Firestone Tribe would be annihilated sooner or later. Not only would their water source be lost, but their entire tribe would be destroyed. He had to find a way, a way to turn the tide of the battle. Just then, his hand touched the hide bag at his waist, containing the mugwort and flint given to him by his mother He. Ah Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration—the trees in the Black Forest were exceptionally dry due to the drought of the past few days. If they lit a fire, it would surely catch fire. The Black Wood Tribe was terrified of fire because their fires often went out. Every time it rained, their hearths would be extinguished, forcing them to use flint to start a new fire, but often they couldn't get any, forcing them to eat raw meat. The Flint Tribe, on the other hand, was able to maintain their fire for a long time, a fact the Black Wood Tribe both envied and feared. "Got it!" Ah Yan shouted, immediately pulling out his flint and mugwort. "Everyone, grab the mugwort and start a fire! The Black Wood Tribe is afraid of fire!" He then tapped the flint against the mugwort a few times. Sparks flew onto the dry mugwort, quickly igniting a small flame. Ah Yan lifted the burning mugwort and threw it at a nearby dry branch. The dry branch instantly caught fire, and the flames crackled and spread along the branches, quickly forming a wall of fire that separated the Flint Tribe from the Black Wood Tribe. As expected, the Black Wood Tribe retreated in fear at the sight of the fire. A Blackwood tribe member accidentally caught fire on an animal hide, which immediately caught fire. The man screamed in fear and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the fire. The other Blackwood tribe members, terrified by this scene, retreated, losing all focus on the fight. "Quick! Everyone, get some mugwort and light it!" Ah Yan lit several more bundles and threw them in different directions. "Light up all the dead wood nearby to create a wall of fire. Keep them away!" The Firestone tribe members also reacted, pulling out their wormwood and flints, lighting them, and throwing them at the surrounding dead wood. Soon, several fires ignited in the Blackwood forest, billowing thick smoke and flames, shrouding the entire battlefield in a haze. The fire burned their faces, and the thick smoke made them cough, but the Firestone tribe members smiled, as if they had seen hope. Blackfang looked at the growing blaze, his face pale. He knew that the Firestone tribe had used fire, and they were no match for them. If this continues, their people will either be burned to death or killed by the people of the Fire Stone Tribe. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The people of the Black Wood Tribe no longer cared about the fight, and turned around and ran towards the depths of the Black Forest. Some people even threw away their weapons in order to run faster, for fear of being caught up by the fire. The people of the Fire Stone Tribe looked at their fleeing backs, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. They collapsed on the ground and no longer had the strength to stand up. Ah Yan also collapsed on the ground. His shoulder was still aching, and the stone spear in his hand fell to the ground. It seemed that all the strength in his body had been drained. He looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, and the thick smoke choked him and made him cough, but he smiled - they won, they beat back the people of the Black Wood Tribe, and they saved the tribe. Lie came over and sat next to Ah Yan. His arm was still bleeding, and his face was pale, but he patted Ah Yan's shoulder and smiled. "Good boy, you've done a great job. If you hadn't thought of using fire, we might have lost today." Ah Yan looked at Lie's injured arm, his eyes full of worry. "Dad, is your arm okay? I'll find some herbs for you to apply." "It's okay, just a minor injury." Lie shook his head and pointed to Chief Shi, who was not far away. "Look, the chief is calling you." Ah Yan looked in the direction Lie pointed and saw Chief Shi walking towards him. Shi's face was covered in soot, and his clothes were stained with burn marks from sparks, but his eyes were bright and approving. "Ayan, you're brave and clever." Shi walked over to Ayan, squatted down, and spoke gently. "You saved the entire tribe with your wisdom. From today, you're an official warrior of the Firestone Tribe." Shi then pulled a piece of black flint from his bosom and handed it to Ayan. "This is the symbol of a tribal warrior. Holding it is like holding the tribe's fire. You must always protect the tribe and its people." Ayan took the flint, which shimmered faintly in the firelight. He looked at Chief Shi, then at the surrounding tribesmen. They all gazed at him approvingly, their faces lit up with smiles. Ayan felt a surge of pride and excitement. He knew he had finally become a true warrior, finally able to contribute to the tribe. But he also understood that even though they had won this battle, the Blackwood Tribe would certainly not let it go. If they escaped today, they might return with even more people for revenge tomorrow. More challenges awaited them, and more difficulties to overcome. But Ayan was not afraid. He gazed at the dancing flames before him, at the weary yet determined tribesmen around him, and his heart brimmed with confidence. As long as the tribe's flame remained, as long as they stood united, there would be no difficulties they couldn't overcome, no enemies they couldn't defeat. He clenched the flint in his hand and vowed silently: from now on, he would protect the tribe's flame, every member of his tribe, with his own life, ensuring the survival of the Flint Tribe on the eastern side of the Black Forest. Ah Yan seized the opportunity to pierce the man's abdomen with a stone spear. The man screamed and fell to the ground, twitching a few times before falling still. "Don't be distracted!" Lie ran over and patted Ah Yan's shoulder. "Distracted on the battlefield, you'll die!" Ah Yan nodded, wiped the sweat and blood from his face, gripped the stone spear, and charged the enemy again. He knew this was no time to be soft-hearted. If he didn't kill the enemy, they would kill him, his tribe, and his parents. He had to be ruthless to survive and protect his people. The battle raged for about an hour, with heavy casualties on both sides.