C4 Mission Assignment

"Grand Sheikh!"

Everyone looked at Arslan and waited for him to speak.

"I..." Arslan hesitated and looked at the old man for help.

The old man shook his head and said, "I have already said that you are the tribe's chief now!"

"Me?" Arslan was a little flustered. He had just transmigrated into this world and was about to shoulder the heavy responsibility of turning the tide of the situation.

At this moment, the system in his mind reminded him again.

[Mission 1: Help the tribe tide through this crisis. 300 Achievement Points.]

[Mission 2: Resolve the tribe's survival problem. 500 Achievement Points.]

[Mission 3: Promote the tribe's morale. 200 Achievement Points.]

"It can't be. The mission has already been given!" Arslan scratched his head and realized that he could only accept the mission.

After all, he was now the Grand Sheikh of the tribe. He did not want to be a mere commander!

He thought about the crisis that the tribe was facing. The fire had been stolen, and the fur had been looted. The tribe was in a state of panic.

The worst thing was that although the raiders had left, no one could guarantee that they would not return.

Therefore, the first thing Arslan needed to do was to solve the tribe's food and safety issues.

Arslan immediately knew what he should do.

He carefully searched through his memories and said to Popit, "Gather all the young adults in the tribe. I have something to say! Also, gather all the bone blades in the tribe!"

"Yes, Grand Sheikh!" Popit respectfully retreated and went out to settle the matter.

Not long after, he brought more than fifty young men and women to the straw cottage. There were more than thirty bone blades on the ground.

"This..." Arslan wanted to cry, but no tears came out. "This is too weak! It seems that there are a lot of things to do!"

Behind Popit was a man who was even taller and stronger than him. His face was angular, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His gaze was firm, and he looked like a loyal and fierce man.

Arslan knew that his name was Mull, and he was the Hunting Chief of the tribe hunting team.

"Grand Sheikh!" Mull was about to bow.

Arslan waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to do so. He looked at the more than fifty people behind him and said, "The tribes' suffering has passed, but we are still alive! No one knows if the people who raided us will return, but we have to be prepared!"

"As long as we work together, we will be able to overcome these difficulties and solve the problem of food!"

"But they have more than two hundred young men and women, and we are no match for them!" someone said.

"It's okay!" Arslan nodded and said with a smile, "Everyone, please believe me. I have a way to protect the entire tribe, and I can also make everyone eat their fill!"

"Hmm?" Popit was stunned. He was obviously surprised. He did not expect that Arslan had adapted to his status as a Grand Sheikh in just half a day.

However, although he had adapted, the problem of food and the tribe's safety could not be solved just like that.

Arslan thought about it carefully and said, "Uncle Mull, there are now thirty-six bone blades. Half of them will be used to dig out the firethorn trees in the back mountain. If they can't dig them out, they will cut them down and put them in the west side of the tribe!"

"Firethorn?" Mull couldn't help but ask, "Chieftain, the firethorn is a thorn. Why do you want it?"

Arslan smiled and said, "I have my own use for them!"

He paused for a moment and then said, "Other than the firethorn trees, the other half of the bone blades will be used to cut the tree branches. Those that are too thin are not needed. At least, they should be as thick as my forearm! If it's not convenient to take them, you can cut them into such a long piece and bring it back!"

Arslan originally wanted to say "three meters long", but when he thought about how the primitive society might not have any concept of "millimeters", he made a gesture on the spot.

After saying that, Arslan looked at the crowd and said, "Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Mull nodded solemnly.

He really wanted to ask why he wanted the tree branches, but when he saw Arslan's confident look, he suppressed his doubts and quickly chose someone.

Mull quickly chose the right person and split into two groups, each heading off on their own.

The rest of the people stood behind Popit and quietly waited for Arslan's next instructions.

Arslan looked at these people and said, "The rest of you go and pick up the stones. Pick the stones that are suitable for the circumference. Even if they are a bit bigger, you can still pick them up. However, you must pile them together! Put the stones that you picked up next to the big tree in the west of the tribe!"

This time, Popit was confused again. There was nothing that Arslan could understand.

He could understand that there were too many firethorn trees in the North Mountain, and the trees and stones around the tribe were also very common.

Arslan looked at Popit and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Popit?"

"Ah?" Popit was stunned for a moment and quickly waved his hand. "You're the Grand Sheikh now, so just call me Popit! I have no problem with that!"

Arslan shook his head helplessly and said, "Uncle, you have watched me grow up. Don't call me Grand Sheikh in the future. Just call me Arslan. Please tell the people in the tribe this as well!"

"Alright!" Popit was shocked, but he still nodded solemnly.

Then he turned around and said to the two young men behind him who looked a little like him, "Zalman, Alona, bring everyone to pick up the stones!"

"Yes, Abba!" The two of them turned around and led the others to pick up the stones.

Zalman, Alona, and Alona were the sons and daughters of Popit.

Popit turned to look at Arslan and said, "Grand Sheikh... Arslan, do you have any other orders?"

Arslan shook his head and said, "Today, we will finish this before sunset. Tomorrow, we will enter the mountain and hunt!"

"Yes!" Popit's expression tightened as he quickly turned around and left.