Chapter 1381: Are There Really Traps?

"How long have you been here?"

The captive recalled tremblingly: "It seems, it seems like four or five days..."

Shaoyin stared fiercely at the captive: "Four or five days? Since you arrived so early, you must have discovered that we hadn't arrived yet. Why were you unwilling to come up and occupy this high ground? It is obvious that this place holds the advantage.

With as many people as you have this time, you could have completely pinned us down at the foot of the mountain to fight; we wouldn't have been able to get through at all. Why were you just unwilling to come up? What exactly is the reason?

There was an envoy of yours who came over and said they recognized the boundary line we drew, but this reason is truly hard to believe. You tell me, why exactly is it?"

The captive shook his head repeatedly: "I don't know, I don't know, I... I just follow arrangements. Whatever the Tribal Chief says to do... whatever he says, we do. I really don't know."

Because he had been asked quite a lot, the captive's speech was now more coherent and not as fragmented, but Shaoyin did not believe that these soldiers knew nothing at all, so he pointed his knife at the next captive: "You speak. If you speak, you will be able to live."

That captive felt he was truly unlucky; how did it become his turn so quickly? Because the previous person had already started talking, he felt no psychological pressure to reveal information now, but he also felt very helpless, because he didn't know either.

"I don't know, I... I don't know either. These things are all arranged by Jiebing. The Jiebing Tribe is managing us; whatever he says, goes."

Shaoyin was puzzled: "Why does Jiebing manage you? Shouldn't you be an equal tribe, all under the jurisdiction of the Shennong Clan? How come you still have to listen to his orders? Could it be that this Jiebing is more powerful?"

The captive shook his head wildly: "No, no. Last year we lost the war, and it was Shennong who punished us, which is why they let Jiebing manage us. We have no choice; we can only listen to Jiebing's arrangements."

"So that's how it is. Then what else did Jiebing arrange for you to do? You've been here for so long, you couldn't have just been hiding the whole time. If we hadn't used the... Heavenly Thunder to bomb you, how long were you planning to hide?"

As soon as Heavenly Thunder was mentioned, those captives couldn't help but shiver: "We only hid after we discovered you had arrived, but we don't know the specific arrangements. The Tribal Chief only told us not to move and not to light any fires. As a result, you used Heavenly Thunder to bomb us."

The captive looked at Shaoyin with flickering eyes and asked: "How, how did you discover us?"

Shaoyin laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha! We didn't discover you at all; we just wanted to test it out. I didn't expect to actually scare you out!"

Shaoyin laughed, and the other Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe soldiers couldn't help but laugh as well. Only by learning of the enemy's confusion from their own mouths could they feel even happier.

That group of captives couldn't help but lower their heads again.

Shaoyin felt there was nothing left to ask, but he still said: "What else have you done? Speak, and then you will all be able to survive."

One captive spoke up first: "We dug a Trap."

Shaoyin's heart tightened instantly, and he hurriedly walked to the side of that captive: "What kind of trap? Tell me in detail!"

But being stared at by Shaoyin like that, the captive became a bit afraid. He shrank his neck: "A trap, right on that slope. We dug many. As long as you charge downward, you will definitely suffer many casualties."

Shaoyin was greatly shocked, but he also hadn't expected that their guess was actually true. There really was a Trap. Although it was a major hidden danger, since they knew about it, it wasn't much of a problem anymore; they could think of ways to deal with it.

"How many are there?"

"They are everywhere, I can't count them."

Shaoyin slowly lowered his knife and said to the soldiers behind him: "Give him a piece of bean cake to eat."

The captive opened his mouth wide in surprise. He thought he had misheard. Although he didn't know what a bean cake was, he heard the word "eat." This was definitely a good word; it must be a reward, an unexpected joy. Having food meant he wouldn't die, because no one would waste food on someone who was about to die.

However, Huaxia had a tough side; the good fruit of Huaxia was not easy to eat.

The soldier took a tightly compressed Bean Dregs Cake from his pocket and handed it to the captive. Huaxia people would not eat it; it was food for the War Ox, considered an occasional snack.

But most of the food sent over was this kind of Bean Dregs Cake. As long as it didn't get damp, it could almost be said to have no expiration date. The taste was also good, and after being compressed, it was more convenient to carry, occupied less volume, and a small piece could provide more energy.

Huaxia specifically made this thing, pressing it out with molds and then cutting it into pieces. When trading with the Xuanyuan Tribe, such cakes were also more convenient to transport. Anyway, the trade between Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe only looked at weight, not quantity.

The soldiers of the Xuanyuan Tribe ate this kind of thing, but they were all very satisfied and had no complaints, because it was filling and tasted good. Huaxia actually added salt to it! This was completely the act of a philanthropist.

It could be eaten dry or boiled into soup; either way, the taste wasn't bad. The reason Huaxia was willing to go to such great lengths was, first, to save transport capacity and space, and second, adding salt could also increase the shelf life.

The most important point was that when food supplies had problems, Huaxia soldiers could also have something they could swallow. The taste of the Bean Dregs Cake, to be honest, was not bad; it was actually quite tasty.

But in Huaxia, it was food for livestock, and Huaxia soldiers wouldn't think of eating it. But if there was no other food, eating Bean Dregs Cake was absolutely no problem at all. If one added some shredded dried meat or meat mince to it, it could even be called a delicacy.

The food usually given to Huaxia soldiers was fine grain, and there were even cooks. Supplying a unit of a thousand people was quite strenuous for the cooking squad in a day.

They ate better when there was no war, and ate whatever when there was war, because if pushed too hard, they also had to go to the battlefield; they were all elites.

The Leader of the Xuanyuan Tribe also ate food of the same standard as the Huaxia soldiers. Huaxia provided it to them this way; after all, the number of people wasn't large, and if the food supply standards differed too much, it would affect the relationship between the two tribes over time.

But if the food for the Xuanyuan Tribe's Leader was also supplied, and at a high standard, then the ordinary soldiers of the Xuanyuan Tribe had nothing to say. They couldn't say anything; the hierarchy was there. Their Leader had no objections, so they, as the lower class, could not have objections either.

Besides, a large part of their food was provided by Huaxia, which was much better than their own food, so they couldn't have too many objections.