Chapter 1383: Retreat

"What is bandaging?" the prisoner of war was still a bit confused, but seeing a Bean Dregs Cake handed toward him, he used his uninjured arm to take it without hesitation. Just as he was about to stuff it into his mouth, a Soldier directly tore the rotten cloth off his injured arm, a move that gave him a huge fright.

"Ah!!! What are you doing!! Can't you let me eat first before killing me!! Ahhhhhhh!!" the prisoner of war screamed loudly, but he did not let go of the hand holding the Bean Dregs Cake, and he was still desperately stuffing it into his mouth.

The Soldier responsible for the bandaging said bluntly: "Just eat your food, we aren't killing you."

Then he took out a Bamboo Tube containing Hemostatic Powder made by Huaxia. Although the prisoner of war was not bleeding as severely now, it was still flowing, so the Soldier poured a large amount directly onto the wound. After covering the wound, he looked around; there was nothing else, so he simply pulled two handfuls of Grass, pressed them onto the hemostatic powder, wrapped it with the torn-off rotten cloth, and tied it up. The bandaging was considered a success.

The bacteria in this era are relatively weak, and humans have long lived in an environment full of bacteria, so they are tough and do not die easily. Moreover, this is a time of relatively rapid evolution, perhaps because of higher platelet concentration; as long as an artery is not severed or the wound is not particularly large, they can basically stop the bleeding themselves.

Huaxia uses Hemostatic Powder to increase this probability and increase the chance of survival. For those whose injuries are too severe and who clearly cannot live, they won't waste the effort to treat them; they would have been finished off long ago.

If it were a Huaxia Soldier, no matter how severe the injury, they would have to find a way to save them, or even ensure they have a complete corpse; in any case, they value their own people more.

Because the other prisoners of war did not provide effective information, they would not be given rewards, but treatment was still necessary. It was done with the same simple and crude bandaging; as long as the injury did not worsen, that was enough.

After the prisoner of war discovered that they were not killing him, but rather protecting his wound, his impression of Huaxia changed instantly, though he still did not understand what kind of tribe this Huaxia was—mysterious and very wealthy.

In his confusion, he looked at the bit of bean dregs on his hand, licked it clean carefully, and then picked up the bit that had fallen on the ground and put it into his mouth.

Seeing that the crisis had been completely resolved, that the enemy was nowhere to be seen, and that after such a blow, they should not come to attack again in the short term, Shaoyin ordered everyone to continue their departure to fetch water, aiming for a quick battle to resolve the matter.

As for the remaining corpses, let them be exposed in the wilderness; the outcome would certainly be to become food for wild beasts, then turn into feces, and of course, nutrients in Nature.

The bones would also be slowly buried by the soil over time. Humans have existed for a long time, and before they had wisdom, the soil here must have buried the bones of many human ancestors.

Thousands of years later, one could also say, where is there any yellow earth that has not buried people?

Those Soldiers who fled all returned to their tribes in a panic. The Jiang Ming tribe naturally suffered heavy losses, and not many people survived to return.

Jiang Ming had been sitting steadily; he had never thought there would be an encounter battle today, but the continuous loud noises made him unable to sit still. He stood up and paced back and forth, constantly looking in the direction his Soldiers had left.

He hoped his Soldiers could return alive, but with such dense sounds, he no longer had that confidence.

Jiang Cheng and Jiebing were no better off. This was the second time Jiebing had heard the sound of Heavenly Thunder, and it was so dense. Judging by the sound, it was very far away, but every sound exploded in his heart, making him increasingly panicked. If his enemy could really release Heavenly Thunder like this without limit, was there any possibility of victory for him?

Were his own arrangements of any use under such circumstances? Could the enemy not release Heavenly Thunder toward his position at any time and blow him to death?

He tried his best to remain calm. He recalled the details of the war that the Jiang Surname Tribe had mentioned before; he hadn't believed it then, but now he had to believe it.

How far could the Heavenly Thunder be released? This was what he was most worried about. However, they shouldn't be able to release it regardless of distance; otherwise, if they just exploded a Heavenly Thunder inside the Shennong tent, would there be any need to fight this war?

So the Heavenly Thunder must have a distance limit. How far? He didn't know, but since they also had to let their Soldiers charge up and fight with Weapons, it meant it wasn't too far. He would have to ask the Soldiers of the Jiang Surname Tribe who had participated in the previous war to know the specific distance.

So he sent people to hurry to the two Jiang Surname Tribes to call people over; he wanted to ask carefully.

As for himself, looking at his increasingly panicked Soldiers and tribesmen, he had to make a decision: "Retreat! Move the Tents back!"

Jiebing was the first to leave the tent and start walking toward the distance. Those Soldiers who were already scared out of their wits, upon hearing the order, did not delay for a moment and began to dismantle the Tents, move things, and retreat to the distance, as if they could avoid the terrifying Heavenly Thunder just by retreating far away.

The sound of the Bomb explosions also made the people of Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe feel very worried. However, although they were both monitoring the actions of the two tribes below, those two tribes had set out late, and the number of their Soldiers was under control.

With equal numbers, even without using Bombs, the people of Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe were completely dominant and could even manage one-against-two, because their physical fitness and Weapons were superior. If it were just the Huaxia team, one-against-three would not be a problem; their Weapons and tactics were generations ahead of other tribes.

Now that the sound of the Bombs was ringing out so densely, it was even more secure. Not to mention the power of the Bombs, the sound alone was enough to scare the other side away.

"General! The Jiebing Tribe is retreating!"

A Soldier hurried to report. Lu and Xuanyuan looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and walked out of the main tent; they had to take a close look.

Sure enough, the entire Jiebing tribe was busy dismantling Tents and moving things.

"Tribal Chief Xuanyuan, do you think they are just moving their position back, or are they fleeing directly?"

Xuanyuan stood with his hands behind his back: "They should just be retreating a bit. Now they have no choice; if they flee back, they will definitely suffer punishment from the Shennong Clan, so they can only fight.

I guess Jiebing is a bit scared after hearing the Bomb explosions, and he doesn't know how far the Bombs can reach, so he feels safer if he retreats a bit further."

Xuanyuan suddenly changed the subject: "Is the distance your Bombs can reach determined by your Strong Crossbows?"

Lu naturally would not tell the truth: "That's not it; this is just a relatively simple method. We in Huaxia have many other methods."