Chapter 1344

"Jiang Cheng! Jiang Ming! The two of you actually lost to Xuanyuan; could it be that Xuanyuan is already more powerful than our Shennong Clan?"

After their defeat, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Ming received the expected questioning from Shennong, but what could they do?

"Shennong, it is not just the Xuanyuan Tribe, there is also a Huaxia. Although it is a tribe we have never heard of, they seem to have a very powerful Great Shaman, even more powerful than Fengbo and Yushi. He can summon Heavenly Thunder, summon it at will, and Heavenly Thunder can descend at any moment. Furthermore, there is as much as he wants; we simply cannot fight them!"

Shennong did not accept Jiang Ming's words: "A tribe that has never been heard of, what does that amount to?

The Xuanyuan Tribe is still a branch of our Shennong Clan, while Huaxia has never been heard of; is it perhaps a tribe of savages? You actually fought like this; I believe the two of you have no talent.

Since that is the case, let Jiebing come. Let Jiebing lead you to counterattack them; the land our Shennong Clan has lost must be reclaimed.

Fengbo and Yushi have defected from the Shennong Clan; I must make them pay the price!"

In the end, the Jiang Surname Tribe did not receive too severe a punishment, nor did they cause any substantial harm. After all, they were the direct descendants of the Shennong Clan, and their treatment was naturally different from other tribes; when they made mistakes, the punishment received would naturally be lighter.

Spring arrived, and with it naturally came the season to begin war. Jiebing did not just lead his own tribe; he also took charge of those two Jiang Surname tribes to go to battle together.

During the initial preparations, Jiebing already posed a certain threat to the Jiang Surname tribes; for instance, he heavily requisitioned the grain of the Jiang Surname tribes, causing many people of the Jiang Surname tribes to lose even their basic food supply completely.

Jiang Ming could no longer hold back: "Jiebing! What you are doing is far too excessive. Although you have temporarily taken command of our two tribes, it does not mean you can arbitrarily demand things and torment our tribes. You are even trying to snatch away all our food; what else are you incapable of doing?

With a person like you, how can we dare to go to battle with you, and how can we follow your commands?"

"Do you have a choice? This is what Shennong wants me to do; I have no other way. Do not think that I am the one who wants to do this to you. Jiang Ming, your tribe has lost once; you cannot lose again. If you lose this time, I fear Shennong will truly come to punish you.

Our tribe also cannot afford to lose. Now Xingtian is becoming more and more valued, and his power is growing ever larger. If we do not work hard together, sooner or later we will be swallowed up by Xingtian.

Rather than that, it is better for your two tribes to sacrifice a little more; this way, at least all three of our tribes can be preserved, can they not?"

Jiang Ming remained unconvinced: "Do you really think you can defeat them?

What the two of us said is not false at all; the kind of Heavenly Thunder they use can blast people until they fly up, and their bodies are shattered to pieces.

Never mind fighting, I feel afraid just seeing them. You should not think you can defeat them either. Even now, we have not even seen that Great Shaman. If possible, we would want to use the best treatment to recruit him over."

"Jiang Ming, I do not believe there can be a Great Shaman in the world like a Heavenly God. No matter how powerful a shaman is, they can only communicate with Heavenly Gods and borrow a little of the Heavenly Gods' power. You speak as if their shaman is the Heavenly God himself. No matter how powerful their Heavenly Thunder is, as long as our people are numerous enough and our Soldiers are numerous enough, could he possibly kill them all?

In the end, it is still because your abilities are lacking and you are not brave enough. This time, let you see just how brave the Soldiers of our tribe truly are!"

Jiang Ming and his companion were extremely helpless. This year, they would likely suffer huge losses, not only from the massive requisitioning of grain but also from the Soldiers who would die on the battlefield due to Jiebing's excessive overconfidence.

They had already prepared themselves; as long as their own Soldiers suffered too many casualties, they would have to block Jiebing at all costs. This way, they could at least preserve their own Soldiers. If their own tribe's Soldiers were all dead, then their tribe would basically be finished. Once a tribe was left with only women and children, what future could there be to speak of?

Unable to hunt game, lacking sufficient food, and unable to participate in war, the Tribal Chief's attention would diminish, their living territory would be compressed, and women would go to other tribes. It would not take long before a tribe would be completely finished, and these so-called Tribal Chiefs would be finished along with them.

Yet they could not learn from Fengbo and the others to flee the Shennong Clan; their own ancestors were at Changyang Mountain, so where could they flee to?

Now they could only wrong their own clansmen. The women began digging everywhere; all the wild vegetables and tender tree leaves that could be eaten were picked clean. Wherever they went, it was like a swarm of locusts passing through, leaving nothing behind.

In the end, it resulted in everyone having green bellies from eating. Under the sunlight, one could see the green intestines beneath their thin bellies, just like a worm that had eaten its fill of leaves. One did not know if they would die from eating too many wild vegetables, but they probably would not; after all, everyone had been eating them for many, many years. There were only those who starved to death; one had never seen anyone die from eating food.

All the grain, Grass Seed, dried meat, Salted Fish, and meat paste that could be preserved were all requisitioned to serve as military rations. Jiebing was actually making a desperate gamble this time; he was certain that after going through a Winter, Xuanyuan definitely would not have prepared that much grain.

They would certainly be hunting and gathering along the way and then fighting their way over. By having requisitioned so much grain in advance, his tribe would have a force of Soldiers who were always in a state of satiety; they were the main force of the war.

What made him even more confident this time was that he had a troop of several hundred people, all equipped with the best Weapon of the Shennong Clan: the Bronze Shu. The Shu is the predecessor of the ge-dagger-axe and is a great killing Weapon that transcends the era, and it is even made of bronze. Facing such a troop, what kind of tribe could they not defeat?

Even Xingtian, who was most valued by Shennong, had about the same amount of Bronze Shu as he did, but the enemies he had to face were more numerous, and he was fighting every day. He himself only had to face the Xuanyuan Tribe and a Huaxia that had never been heard of, so there was no need to worry too much.

As for the Weapon and equipment of Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe that Jiang Ming and Jiang Cheng spoke of, Jiebing felt it was unbelievable. It was impossible for there to be such a wealthy tribe; how could there be anything better than bronze?

It must be that they exaggerated the enemy's strength in order to reduce their own guilt; it must be exactly that. Jiebing was actually not very certain in his heart, but he had to brainwash himself this way. He had to win; he could not lose. First of all, he could not fear the other side psychologically; he had to view the other side as worthless.