Chapter 1184: Dividing the Spoils of War

The Military Doctor took another look at Xiong; he still couldn't make the decision himself. Of course, he could fully afford to support these four women. In Huaxia, he already had two women, but women from Huaxia were not easy to deal with, whereas he had heard that women from the Xuanyuan Tribe were particularly easy to manage.

Never mind four, even ten—as long as you had enough food, they would listen to you well. If a Huaxia woman earned more food than you did, she would even compete with you for the right to speak in the household.

When it came down to it, the Military Doctor still wanted the reward of these few women.

Xiong understood the look in the Military Doctor's eyes, but this reward of women was not considered much of a violation, so he nodded. The Military Doctor was also very excited; this was the first time he had a smile in these extremely exhausting few days.

"Tribal Chief Xuanyuan, I will take this reward of yours. I want the women!"

Xuanyuan had not actually thought about planting spies or informants around the Military Doctor, because he knew that a doctor could not come into contact with any secrets.

A doctor was just a special technical Worker; what you could learn or pry out of him was only various medical skills. However, these medical skills were currently being exchanged between Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe, and as long as enough time passed, their Xuanyuan Tribe would also be able to have such good doctors.

Spending too much time trying to pry information out of a doctor was not a good decision, so Xuanyuan would not do such a thankless task.

Now, he simply wanted to reward this Military Doctor as a token of gratitude for saving so many Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers.

Now that everything was settled, Xuanyuan was here discussing with Xiong how to divide these spoils of war.

What was said before was that they would split them equally, but Huaxia had its own requirements: they did not want the territory. Therefore, if Xuanyuan occupied these territories, he had to compensate Huaxia with some of the spoils from these territories; otherwise, it would be disadvantageous for Huaxia. Xuanyuan naturally understood this in his heart.

Since Xiong did not bring it up, he would naturally be the one to raise it first.

"Xiong, how should these spoils be divided? Baifeng said he didn't need the territory; is that still the case now?"

Xiong recalled that the King's arrangement was indeed like that; right up until the moment they set out, he had never said he wanted to divide the territory of the Shennong Clan.

Xiong also knew what Huaxia's plan was and where the future direction of development lay; it had been decided for so many years that it certainly wouldn't be completely changed now.

So Xiong's answer was also very straightforward: "Tribal Chief Xuanyuan, we do not need the territory here. Let all the territory here belong to you; we will just take other things."

"Good, then let's do it that way. The territory here is so large and of high value, but this time, the quantity of other spoils is indeed not very large.

It is also difficult to divide them up. Xiong, I will give all the Slaves, furs, and Bronze obtained this time to you, Huaxia. We only want all the territory here.

Including that Tribal Alliance, it will all belong to our Xuanyuan Tribe. What do you think?"

The words "Tribal Alliance" were the reason why Xuanyuan was so generous. Such a large population, already controlling such a vast area, was the greatest benefit Xuanyuan had obtained this time.

But Xiong really couldn't say anything, because the Tribal Alliance only recognized the Xuanyuan Tribe, not Huaxia. This time, when they sought help, they had gone to the Xuanyuan Tribe.

If they wanted to join the Xuanyuan Tribe, could he interfere? Could he rush over and say, "This is territory that we, Huaxia, and the Xuanyuan Tribe conquered together, so half of you people must join our Huaxia!"

Could he say that? Absolutely not. That would be unreasonable, because it wasn't a case of being defeated in war; this was something the Tribal Alliance was willing to do itself. Xiong had no power whatsoever.

If he were to say that, firstly, it would definitely sour the relationship with the Xuanyuan Tribe, and secondly, it would make the Tribal Alliance think he was a fool. Joining had to be voluntary.

In summary, it seemed that this time Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe had fought together, and now it was time to divide the spoils.

Yet Xuanyuan had already had better luck; those scraps of spoils would all be given to Huaxia, and it was still under the guise of splitting the spoils equally.

It both satisfied Huaxia's requirements and caused him no loss. Most importantly, by doing this, he could also maintain the ally that was Huaxia.

Hearing Xuanyuan put it this way, Xiong naturally had nothing to say. After all, the total spoils this time were not very many.

It was mainly because they hadn't experienced many decent battles since arriving. No real fighting had occurred, so where would the spoils come from? They had no use for territory obtained so casually, and Baifeng had never thought about having to take things of equivalent value to the territory to divide.

After all, output that could be used directly was much more useful to Huaxia than a territory that might not be able to be developed for many years.

Furthermore, Xuanyuan added: "The first time, before you arrived, the spoils we obtained will also all be given to you. Although it's not much, I said it: all the spoils will be given to you, we only want the territory."

Once these words were out, Xiong was completely speechless. Let it be this way; what else could he do?

He had lost so many Soldiers, some of whom chose to remain on this land. Xiong's request to Xuanyuan was that when they developed the land in the future, they should not disturb the graves of these Soldiers; even when plowing the fields, they should go around them.

After all, the land here had been conquered by these Soldiers.

Xuanyuan had no objections; after all, it wasn't a large area. But Xuanyuan also said: "The land here is so vast, we don't know when we will start cultivating here. We might remember where they are buried now, but what about later? We might not be able to distinguish it in the future, and wouldn't we unintentionally break my promise then?"

Xiong naturally would not make things difficult for Xuanyuan. He said directly: "I will have people carve words onto stones and set them up where they are buried, and then use soil to pile up a high little mound to show that people were buried there.

When the time comes that the stones are washed away by water, or the words on them can no longer be seen.

And the soil mound is blown away by the wind, and nothing can be seen here anymore, then this promise does not need to be kept, because the bones of the people buried underneath will likely be gone too.

At that time, if you go to plow the fields or do anything else, you can; it will not violate your promise. What do you think?"

Xuanyuan and Xiong slapped hands to seal the agreement. When the stones were gone and the mounds had scattered, the promise would expire.