Chapter 1173: No More Pursuit

Shaoyin ordered everyone to stop the pursuit, and Xiong and the others also signaled for a retreat from the mountaintop. This time, they had fought well enough; judging by the current state of the battle, the Soldiers of the Jiang Surname Tribe had already suffered heavy casualties and were now completely no match for the Huaxia Xuanyuan Tribe Alliance.

Xuanyuan revealed a smile at this moment: "We have won. First, clear the battlefield, and then we shall negotiate with them. If we can take this territory without further fighting, that would be best."

Xiong did not object, but instead had the Soldiers on the mountaintop gradually descend to meet the other Soldiers and, incidentally, help clear the battlefield.

Now he dared to aim his Telescope at Shaoyin. Just a moment ago, he had been afraid; he had only used the Telescope to look at the overall situation, not daring to stare at Shaoyin. He knew that at such a time, his own thoughts could not be led by his son, otherwise, he, as a Leader, would be completely unqualified.

Looking at Shaoyin now, he was covered in blood, though it was unknown if any of it was his own. But looking at Shaoyin's appearance, he was still very spirited; even if he were injured, he certainly had not sustained any fatal wounds.

Everyone was slowly retreating, while at the same time carrying their wounded comrades who could not move on their backs or shoulders to bring them back. Those who were bleeding also quickly used cloth strips to bind and stop the bleeding; this was part of the first aid that everyone had learned, so there was no pressure.

The scattered enemy Weapons were also all collected. Those Wooden Spears and Stone Spears that had no value and were not worth bringing back were piled together and then set on fire, leaving nothing for the enemy.

Enemies with light injuries could be brought back as captives; those with serious injuries who were beyond saving were simply finished off with a Knife to send them on their way.

The Soldiers on the mountain also came down to take over. Although this looked like a complete victory, the casualties were higher than last time, after all, the scale of the war was much larger. However, everyone was very happy because their goal of winning the battle had been achieved.

The most excited one was perhaps Shaoyin, because he had successfully proven himself and had also earned Military Merit. As an officer, he had fought at the very front, and having won the battle, his First Class Merit was already secure.

Other Soldiers could also basically guarantee their Second Class Merit, while First Class Merit would depend on the final assessment. Military Merit was the most valuable thing, but now that so many people had earned merit at the same time, it felt less valuable, yet everyone was happy because having some was better than having none.

What was heartbreaking was the Jiang Surname Tribe; their morale had plummeted and could no longer be raised. The main reason was that the Bombs of the Huaxia Alliance were simply too terrifying, completely exceeding their understanding. Now they had no idea whether or not a Great Shaman was using sorcery to summon Heavenly Thunder.

Jiang Cheng and Jiang Ming were already prepared to abandon this place. They could not hold it, and they had to hurry back now to tell the Tribal Chief that among the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe, there was an extremely powerful shaman who could infinitely summon Heavenly Thunder; this was the most terrifying enemy.

They had even thought about it: if these two tribes really attacked Changyang Mountain, could they withstand such dense and terrifying Heavenly Thunder?

What caused all the people of the Jiang Surname Tribe to break down, their mental state completely collapsing, was seeing many Soldiers who had been blown to pieces. Missing an arm was fine, but it was the kind that had been blown apart but not completely severed—a little bit of muscle connecting the bone, just dangling there, bloody and mangled.

There was one whose face had been half blown away, but he had not died completely; it was only after reaching the camp that he finally died, giving the tribespeople of the Jiang Surname Tribe the feeling that an evil ghost had come to claim their lives.

The Jiang Surname Tribe, who had long been accustomed to killing and seeing the dead, now also felt a wave of nausea; it was simply too cruel and too terrifying.

"Brother, let's leave. Abandon this place. We can't fight this at all. I don't want to let my tribespeople go to their deaths."

Jiang Ming's face was deathly pale. He had seen his Soldiers routed from afar, but only seeing it this close could he see how tragic it really was. Jiang Cheng nodded after hearing his brother's words: "Fine, let's leave. We can't fight anymore, we can't fight anymore."

"If they attack in the future, I feel we can only guard Changyang Mountain. The Shennong Clan is in danger. We must hurry back and tell the Tribal Chief about this."

There was no time to lose; they would leave now. The two, as if awakened from a dream, hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Go, go, go! Back to Changyang Mountain! Take what you can, throw away what you can't, and leave at the fastest speed!"

The tribespeople could not wait any longer. Once the Tribal Chief gave the order, they instantly began to pack up, though they basically only took food and some essential living utensils, throwing away the rest; they didn't even have time to dismantle the shacks.

Those Soldiers who still felt they could survive also hurriedly followed. Those who were already injured simply sat where they were, put down their Weapons, handed them to their tribespeople, and waited for death on the spot.

It took almost no time at all; just as the people of Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe were clearing the battlefield, the Jiang Surname Tribe had already left one after another.

A Soldier who discovered the situation hurriedly called out to Shaoyin: "What should we do? Should we pursue?"

After taking a look, Shaoyin shook his head: "Forget it, let's clear the battlefield first. Even if we were to pursue, it's not our business anymore. We have no energy left. Let's look at the orders of our Marshal and the orders of Tribal Chief Xuanyuan and the others; I don't have the authority to decide."

Xuanyuan and the others on the mountaintop also saw the rapidly retreating Jiang Surname Tribe. Xuanyuan glanced at Xiong and asked for his opinion. Xiong put his hands on his hips and let out a long breath: "My opinion is not to pursue. They don't have much wealth on them, and we have already taken this territory, which is enough. What does your Xuanyuan Tribe think? Do you want to pursue?"

Xuanyuan looked at Fenghou and Limu again. Both of them shook their heads at the same time, believing there was no need to pursue. After this battle this year, it could be considered a perfect conclusion, and they could prepare to go home.

Furthermore, they still had to deal with the wounded and the dead. They had won, but there were so many casualties, and those who were alive were exhausted; they had to return quickly.

When Shaoyin was fighting toward the end, his Spear got stuck in an enemy's body and he couldn't pull it out, so he switched to his Knife to hack and kill.

And when he looked back at his own Knife now, he discovered that his Knife already had many notches and was even a bit bent. If he had fought for a while longer, his Knife might have snapped directly. Such a state of his Weapon made Shaoyin's heart tremble.