Chapter 169 Growth and Meteorites

Winter is gone and spring is here, grass grows and birds fly.

This is the tenth year since the tribal selection meeting ended, and it is also the tenth year since Calvin began to take control of the tribal power.

Since he first took over this new tribe of 300 people, Calvin made up his mind to sacrifice the military discipline of his previous life as the code of conduct for the new tribe.

The new tribe is highly malleable, because their unbalanced population structure originally came from the eldest and second sons in each family in the old camp tribe who had no inheritance rights. (In tribal culture, only the youngest son has the right of inheritance.)

Their gender ratio and age both provide Calvin with the basic conditions for implementing military management.

The only problem is the establishment of the initial discipline. In an era when even writing could not be popularized, it is undoubtedly a challenging task to establish a set of universal standards among these people.

Being smart has its advantages, and being stupid has its uses.

The advantage of smart people is that they ask more questions about everything, while the advantage of stupid people is that they never ask why.

Since these people are uneducated, Calvin will teach them in an uneducated way.

The stick and the carrot, positive feedback and punishment mechanism, these are Calvin's effective means to the tribesmen.

He did not spend time to reason and present facts with this group of confused young people, but chose to set up rules roughly.

I do it and you watch, I say you do it.

It is such a simple behavioral logic, rewards for success and punishments for failure.

No reason, no reason, just obedience.

Anyway, as the holder of absolute force, he never worried that someone would disobey his orders.

In half a year, he customized basic discipline for this small army-like tribe.

In a year, the tribesmen who gradually developed obedience consciousness and discipline inertia under Calvin's gradual increase began to have their own behavioral inertia, from guarding sentries and daily hunting teams to the placement of tents in the camp.

The ultimate of discipline is instinct, and the benefits of regulations are gradually discovered after implementation.

The people of the tribe may be ignorant, but not stupid.

Discipline does seem rigid in life, but it really protects their lives in hunting and fighting.

After the resistance aroused by the harshness of these regulations was decisively suppressed, the subsequent benefits also gradually made them fear Calvin's military power and began to build trust in him.

It was also from here that Calvin saw his subordinates obeying orders and finally had some military flavor. He knew that the foundation for general education had finally been established.

So this winter, the tribe did not go out hunting abnormally.

Calvin, who had prepared winter supplies in advance, finally began to explain the meaning of these tactical regulations to them by the blazing campfire in the tribal tent.

It was also in this winter that this group of grassland men who had not yet washed off their lice, for the first time, stood by the warm campfire in the big tent and watched Calvin point to the firewood under the campfire and say to them:

"Our name is Ashes. Only in the ashes can we see rebirth..."

In the next few years, this new tribe proved their strength with their existence.

Every year, they paid the most furs to Old Lucas, and asked for the least supplies. Except for the first winter, they never asked for a grain of food.

The leader of the tribe's main account was very satisfied with them. Old Lucas was old, and his desire for power was far less important than the survival of the tribe.

After the danger of no successor was eliminated, Old Lucas never worried about his afterlife...

Power was slowly shifting, and "extra" people were constantly being transferred from the old camp's main account.

Whether it was really "extra", Calvin and Old Lucas knew it well, and did not expose it.

The old and the young had a rare tacit understanding on this point. They rarely met, let alone talked in a dark corner.

Some things, since the seeds have been planted, will happen naturally.

This can be seen from Mars, who always stood quietly behind Calvin and was inseparable from him.

And Calvin was never greedy. He insisted that the population absorbed each time would not exceed one-fifth of the original body. He would rather sacrifice the speed of expansion to ensure the implementation of discipline and the transformation of new personnel.

Spring went and autumn came, and five years had passed unknowingly. The camp in the valley has become a self-contained system.

Whenever the light of the stars rises from the east, the tribe wakes up very quickly.

Soldiers will not go home during their duty. When the sun rises, they walk out of their exclusive camp.

After a short assembly, they either go to the sentry post for rotation or go to the shooting range to start training.

The group on duty, after riding their mounts, galloped towards the hunting ground outside the valley at the whistle of the squadron officer...

The women also hurried to the river to wash, and after receiving food from the canteen in the center of the camp, they also had to prepare for the work assigned to them.

As for the elderly and children, their laughter can always be heard in the sunniest place in the valley...

The people here live a full and rich life. They are building their tribe with an efficiency never seen in the tribal era, and they are also managing their own beautiful life.

"Huh!"

The low voice broke through the quiet woods, and the startled birds on the treetops fluttered and flew away, bringing the news of the newcomers to the distance.

In an open space deep in the forest, Calvin took the lead and reined in his mount in a rare open space in the forest.

The tribal warriors behind him followed closely, quietly spreading out behind Calvin to guard the two wings.

Looking up at the slanting sun again, Calvin confirmed that his direction of travel was not deviated.

He turned over and got off the horse, sat on a hot stone, and waved the whip in his hand to Mars behind him.

"It's getting late, let's stay here today."

Mars, who was already a middle-aged man, nodded, turned around and took two quick steps back and said to the young man behind him:

"Pass the order down, camp on the spot! One row of sentinels, two rows to build camps, and three rows to go forward to find water sources! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The young officer said nervously.

"Repeat it!" Mars continued to put pressure on him, not intending to let go of this young man who had just been promoted.

"Camping on the spot! One row..."

The tribal warrior officer whispered to confirm Mars' order, and then left with the latter's permission.

The entire team separated under clear instructions and carried out their respective missions in an orderly manner.

"There is no need to make it so difficult for him. Little Mal did a good job."

This was the first sentence Mars heard when he returned to Calvin.

He shook his head and rarely expressed a different opinion from Calvin:

"It's still too fast to promote him. You shouldn't favor him, even if he..."

"Even if he is your son?" Calvin smiled, and then he put away his smile and said to Mars:

"I don't favor him, he is already good enough. It is precisely you as a father who always observes your son with your tinted glasses."

"Tinted glasses?"

Mars muttered in a low voice the words he didn't understand. This was not the first time that Calvin could always say something he had never seen before, but it made sense...

"My fault, I said something you couldn't understand again. Just treat it as prejudice. You know, you are not as good as him at his age..."

The old-fashioned words came out of Calvin's mouth. But it seemed very natural against the backdrop of his wisdom and strength. At least Mars never objected.

He looked at the smoke and dust that was still visible hundreds of kilometers away in the distance, and Mars rarely caught his emotional fluctuations.

A low voice came out of Calvin's mouth, and there was a rare worry and uncertainty in the meaningless words:

"Young people should exercise more, otherwise, when we old guys are not here, can we expect them to grow up overnight?"

"You will not be gone! Changshengtian and the sun will witness your eternity together!"

Mars looked at the man in front of him, who had become taller but had the same face as when he first met, and whispered.

More than a decade has passed, and the man in front of him has no signs of aging except that he has become stronger.

And this abnormality that surpasses mortals has also been praised throughout the tribe under his continuous victory.

Fighting without fighting is fighting.

Under his management, the weak tribe expanded at a slow speed at first and then an increasingly terrifying speed.

From the thousand people inherited from old Lucas to the current master of ten thousand tents.

Calvin's political handling ability was fully demonstrated in the development of this hegemony from nothing to something, from small to large, and finally across the northern ice field.

He did not even use the war he was best at, but only relied on the policy orientation and changes in diplomatic strategies to defeat most of the enemies with the economy.

It was not that there was no war.

The thirst for water and soil runs through the entire process of population growth, and war is naturally the last choice when it is necessary.

But no one can resist Calvin's power.

Under his highly militarized and paramilitary management, the organizational structure and strength of his tribe were originally products that surpassed this era.

Wherever the soldiers point, they are invincible.

No tribe can survive a battle under the attack of such an army. Wherever the iron hoof of "Ashes" goes, no flag of resistance can be raised.

Today, he is the uncrowned king of the entire tribe, and the warriors under his command have grown from thousands to tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands.

Today, this tribe can hardly be called a tribe.

The two terms "tribe" and "ashes" have successively become Calvin's exclusive concepts, and have also become the spiritual totems of the nomadic peoples in the north of the entire continent.

All humans in the north of the continent know Calvin's name.

Whether they are the tribes of the nomadic people or the border people of the farming country, they all know that a white giant is rising on the snowy plains of Yanggula.

Mars witnessed all this happening, just in the short ten years of his life, in the hands of this man in front of him who looked like a teenager but spoke old...

No words were spoken that night. When the sun rose again the next day, the whole team moved forward to the center of the forest again.

The scouts who went forward sent back news from time to time to confirm the road that the horses could pass.

The crowd was pulled into a line in the increasingly narrow forest road, and the pack horses at the back of the team could only be connected by ropes and walked along the winding path in the forest.

The surrounding environment was dim and extremely quiet, with only occasional small animals being startled and fleeing hurriedly into the distance.

Large beasts have a more sensitive sense of smell, and they had already fled far away when they heard Calvin's undisguised scent.

The trees in the forest grew taller as the team moved forward, and the sunlight from the branches of the coniferous forest sprinkled on the snow that had never been stepped on.

After more than ten days of trekking through mountains and rivers, Calvin's team was already sparsely populated. The last time they saw traces of human activity was five days ago.

"Do you want to move forward? My lord. If we go any further, our supplies will not be enough..."

After the logistics sergeant whispered, Mars rode his horse to Calvin's side and whispered to him.

Like the guards under his command, he did not know the real purpose of Calvin's trip.

He did not dare to ask, because Calvin would only explain when he felt it was necessary.

Most of the time, like other colleagues, Mars also tried hard to pursue his monarch's thoughts in silence.

This was the freedom that Calvin gave them, and it was also a means of testing their character.

The former was regarded as life by these grassland men, and the latter was regarded as glory by them as soldiers.

"Keep going, don't worry. It should not be far away." Calvin looked at the haze that was still faintly visible in the sky and whispered.

Ever since the earthquake that affected the entire northern part of the continent a month ago, Mars's eyes have been looking here.

He didn't know where the light that was as bright as daylight for three consecutive nights came from, nor did he know what the meteor in the sky that first caught Calvin's attention was.

But he knew clearly that since the meteor appeared, Calvin's face had a layer of subtle haze.

This was the detailed understanding he had gained after serving for many years.

If it were other attendants who came later, I'm afraid no one would know the subtle changes in their monarch's heart.

"Report!"

The scout in front quickly appeared, and the expression on his face was as uncontrolled as his voice.

Mars glanced at the young man, and considering that this was not his son, little Mar, he swallowed the blame on his lips.

"Speak!"

Calvin looked over Mars' figure and looked down at the soldier in front of him.

The other party's breathing rhythm was obviously disordered, and the contraction ratio of his pupils was also abnormal, which was a sign of excessive secretion of adrenaline.

Considering the amazing physical fitness of these natives, Calvin made a brief calculation in his mind, and they should have seen the things in the center of the shock wave.

Yes, at the end of everyone's vision, Calvin could already see the edge of the forest.

The original giant trees fell there like radials, and the thick roots were broken by the huge force. Calvin could smell the fragrance of tree sap at the broken ends.

That was definitely not the product of natural evolution.

Calvin knew clearly in his heart: the purpose of his trip was already in front of him.

Two-in-one, updated. Vote.

I am really bad at naming, it's so painful to think of chapter names...