Chapter 1069: Leaving Behind Some Slaves

Xuanyuan and Xiong exchanged a look, as if considering the feasibility of this, then the two whispered to each other for a moment, and finally, after nodding to one another, it was considered settled.

Xuanyuan shouted: "Chisongzi! I can agree to what you said: I will leave you food, leave you furs to shelter from the wind and rain, leave you the Ritual Vessels you use for sacrifices, and leave you your Dharma Artifacts. As for the remaining wealth, I want it all. But first, tell me, how many Slaves do you have!"

Chisongzi turned his head and asked a Soldier, "How many Slaves do we have?"

"Tribal Chief, it seems we have over four thousand three hundred Slaves. Shennong also rewarded us with many Slaves; otherwise, we wouldn't have so many."

Chisongzi shouted to Xuanyuan: "We have three thousand Slaves! How about that? This number is surely large enough, enough to trade for our departure from here."

Xuanyuan and Xiong were both very satisfied with this number. If they could obtain three thousand Slaves so easily, it could be considered a huge victory. How many Soldiers could they have here? Only about ten thousand or so. But they truly had not expected that a tribe of several tens of thousands would have such a high proportion of Slaves. What exactly had the Shennong Clan become now?

"Very well! Now, if you want to pass, then walk over one by one. Put down your Weapons, and send all your Slaves to me first. As for your other things, we will take them ourselves when you pass by us."

Chisongzi agreed: "Fine!"

Immediately, he said to the Soldier beside him: "Go, leave behind over a thousand Slaves, and send all the rest to them."

The Soldier was confused and very angry: "Tribal Chief! Why? With so many of us, at worst we could just fight them. Why give our things to them?"

"This place is so wide and vast; if they block this way, then we can just go another way!"

Chisongzi patted the Soldier on the shoulder: "Kid, today we have no choice. We cannot determine what those people behind us are here for. If they are not those from the Jiang Surname Tribe, perhaps we are still safe, but if they are the Jiang Surname Tribe, they will definitely pursue us. Can we win against them?"

"If we don't hand over these Slaves now, all the people of our tribe will become Slaves. Furthermore, fighting is very difficult; our tribesmen cannot afford the attrition. It is better to reach the Jiuli sooner. Using Slaves to trade for the lives of our tribesmen is very worthwhile."

"We cannot bypass them either. Look here, the terrain is so favorable, and they have been guarding here for a long time. It might really be as they said—they discovered us early on and have just been blocking us here."

"Where could we even go if we tried to bypass them? We will always have to face them, and it would only waste more time."

"As for the Slaves, it doesn't matter. Give them to them. On the road, these Slaves would only waste our food. Let them raise them; I want to see how much grain they have to be able to feed so many Slaves!"

After hearing their Tribal Chief's explanation, although the Soldier still felt angry in his heart, he fortunately understood why this was happening and no longer felt so uncomprehending. The Tribal Chief was the Tribal Chief; whatever the Tribal Chief said, they had to listen to, and whatever the Tribal Chief told them to do, he had to do.

Afterward, he quickly dove into the chaotic crowd, pulling out those Slaves pile by pile and pushing them out of the ranks. He did not know how many he had pushed out, but when he saw that there were still some left for himself, he stopped. He estimated the number should be about right, right?

There were over four thousand Slaves, but the Tribal Chief only told them there were three thousand, and these people from the Xuanyuan Tribe accepted it. It was impossible for them to come over and ask how many Slaves were here, counting them one by one.

The Slaves the Soldier picked out were mostly the worst ones—those selected from defeated tribes who were thin and weak. There were also very few men; most were women, and some were even old. Such Slaves truly did not have high value. Moreover, most of them had no clothes; they were either naked or wearing some Grass skirts or the like to cover their shame. In any case, their condition did not look at all like what would appear in a large tribe like the Shennong Clan. But as for Slaves, it didn't matter; everyone was about the same anyway. There was no need to treat them too well; if they died, they died.

Driving the Slaves toward the small hill where Xuanyuan was, the hearts of these Slaves had long since died. It didn't matter which tribe they were Slaves in anymore. The people of the tribe did not treat them as humans, and they themselves no longer regarded themselves as humans now. In their mindset, they had already become objects that could be traded, abandoned, or killed at will.

The Slaves had been sent over. Xuanyuan waved a hand, and immediately many Soldiers holding Spears emerged to drive those Slaves into their own camp. Furthermore, they had to inspect whether these Slaves were hiding any Weapons—the kind that might not be Slaves.

After the inspection was confirmed, all the Slaves were driven to the place where they were camping, far away from the battlefield. A hundred or so Soldiers were enough to control several thousand Slaves. These Slaves were unarmed and dared not run, nor could they run.

Staying here, although it was bitter and tiring, and there was a possibility of death at any time, the probability of living a few more years was still relatively high.

Once they thought about escaping, first of all, whether they could escape the field of vision of these Soldiers was one thing; even if they really escaped, what then? With nothing, it was impossible to survive in such a wilderness. They might be killed by wild beasts in a few days, so it was better to just stay obediently.

"Xuanyuan! The Slaves have been sent to you. Can we come over now?"

Xuanyuan waved his hand: "You may, come over. I swear by the ancestors of my Xuanyuan Clan and by Heaven that I will absolutely not attack you again! You only need to put down the things we need, and the road will be cleared for you!"

Hearing that Xuanyuan had already made a vow, Chisongzi was not so worried anymore. As a Tribal Chief and Great Shaman, he still believed in vows. Moreover, this was a vow made by the Tribal Chief of a large tribe; if he did not abide by it, even his allies would no longer trust him.

"Fine, you take the people and go first. Follow their requirements and leave behind what should be left." Chisongzi directed the Soldiers, and the named Soldiers could only walk straight forward, followed by a large number of tribesmen.

Chisongzi did not leave. He still stood in place observing; whether for safety or the needs of command, he could not be the first to leave.