Chapter 1119: Pyrrhic Victory

The Huaxia Soldiers were retreating as they fought, because the number of incoming enemies kept increasing, to the point where they could not even look after their own comrades, as each of them now had to face at least one enemy; that they were still alive now relied entirely on their superior physical fitness and the better military skills they had gained from long-term training.

But those facing them were not bad either; they were the core elite of a large tribe, and they had more war experience. By comparison, the Huaxia Soldiers could now only barely manage to die a little later. The enemies using stone weapons were already all dead; those remaining now were all elites holding Bronze Weapons, and some had even picked up weapons left behind by fallen Huaxia Soldiers.

The Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers had it even worse, because their weapons were slightly inferior, and they did not have such good Leather Armor, so their casualties were higher; their only advantage was having more combat and killing experience than the Huaxia Soldiers.

When they broke an opponent's weapon and could not find an opportunity to attack, they would immediately choose to turn and flee, because the order to retreat had already been given; fleeing now did not count as being a deserter, and retreating unscathed was also a skill.

The Huaxia Soldiers now found it very difficult to find an opportunity to disengage; the ability to disengage was also a type of experience, and Huaxia would not teach them such things.

Finally, when the enemy reinforcements arrived, the Huaxia Alliance's support team also arrived in time, and the serious standoff between the two sides caused everyone to stop attacking; no one made another move.

The Huaxia Alliance was gradually retreating, while the Jiang Surname Tribe pressed forward step by step, because the numbers were about the same now; the Jiang Alliance was not afraid in the slightest, and they very much wanted those weapons of Huaxia.

Huaxia pushed out the Bed Crossbow in time, set it up on the hillside, and had already tied an Explosive to the very front; in order not to accidentally injure their own people, it was just pure Explosive, without any shrapnel, so the actual lethal range was very limited.

Feeling that the distance was about right, Xiong immediately ordered them to draw the string, then light the fuse, and hammer the Banjiji; the spear-like Arrow, with an Explosive Pack tied to it, flew toward the distance. A Huaxia Soldier felt a chill above his head and ducked, and the Arrow flew right over his head, almost brushing against it, which made him, already panicked, even more flustered.

The Jiang Surname Tribe did not know what this was, but the powerful Arrow, after flying such a long distance, still hit a Jiang Surname Tribe Soldier because they were standing too densely.

Xiong and the others looked through the Telescope, sweating from fear; the angle was too low, and they had almost not only missed the target area but also killed their own people first.

The long Arrow landed, giving the people of the Jiang Surname Tribe a huge fright; they had not expected that there could be such powerful people who could throw a spear so far. However, before they had time to see what was on the spear, a flash of light appeared before their eyes, followed by a loud bang.

This loud bang gave everyone in the Jiang Surname Tribe a huge fright; those closest, as well as the one who had been hit, were left mangled by the explosion. Soldiers slightly further away touched their faces and found them covered in dirt and bits of flesh, and a large crater had been blown into the ground.

The Jiang Surname Tribe Soldiers who had been scared into turning back were met with a fierce attack from the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribes; because they knew what this thing was, they were only startled, but were able to recover immediately.

The fierce attack immediately caused the Jiang Surname Tribe to suffer heavy losses. After reacting, they found it difficult to resist the offensive from the even fiercer enemy, and coupled with the fear brought by the loud bang just now, the original attackers began to retreat step by step, finally choosing to flee quickly, because they discovered that the Huaxia Alliance Soldiers did not have a clear desire to pursue.

Watching the people of the Jiang Surname Tribe move away, everyone immediately began to clean up the battlefield, carrying the corpses of their own people back, picking up the weapons, and then quickly running toward the hillside; this engagement could be called a pyrrhic victory.

Moreover, both tribes had many wounded; Baifeng had only sent one Military Doctor, which was simply not enough. Fortunately, he could direct others to help with the treatment together, and the Huaxia Soldiers had all learned simple first-aid techniques, so they were all helping in a flurry, not just for their own, but also for the Xuanyuan Tribe, treating them together.

This behavior moved Xuanyuan and his men, because in the past, when soldiers were injured in battle, they would at most receive a little comfort, and then it was up to them whether they could hold on; if they could live, they were a good man, and the scar was the mark of a real man; if they could not live, it could only be said that they were unlucky, but they were all brave Soldiers.

Unexpectedly, they could now receive treatment from Huaxia, although it looked very rough; after pulling open the clothes to see where the injury was, they would judge whether it could be treated. If it could be treated, they would sprinkle a handful of hemostatic ash made from a certain Grass to see if it could stop the bleeding first.

It was mainly because the Military Doctor's suturing speed was a bit too slow; there were many injured people, and waiting for sutures did not guarantee they would get one, so they could only use such first-aid methods first.

The suturing was also very casual, not that careful; as long as the wound could be stitched together, then sprinkle some Alcohol, add another handful of ash, and finish the next one.

As for whether the stitching was aesthetically pleasing or not, they did not care at all. For some whose stomachs were torn open, the Military Doctor might give up directly and choose others with a better chance of being saved. At this time, if their friends were unwilling to give up, they could do it themselves; anyway, there were plenty of needles and thread. As long as the Soldier himself could hold on, and the comrade had the guts, they would stuff the unruptured intestines and such back in, and then sew the stomach up layer by layer. Perhaps they could live, perhaps they could not, but at least there could be a slightly better-looking corpse?

The Military Doctor strictly followed Baifeng's requirements, not caring whether they were from Huaxia or the Xuanyuan Tribe, treating them randomly; he would treat whoever still had a chance. However, those who could run back basically had no major problems; those who were carried back basically had no need to be saved, and some were even just a corpse being carried back.