Chapter 1436: Seeing the Wulengge Tribe Again

"Keep blocking! Keep throwing the bombs! Don't stop!" The Regimental Commander was on the front line, using a long Spear to thrust at the enemies charging in. His Weapon was longer and sharper, which gave him the advantage.

In such a narrow, restricted space, there was no such thing as combat technique. No matter how good your spearplay or staff-fighting skills were, you couldn't deploy them. The only thing you could do was thrust, thrust, and thrust. If your Weapon was longer and sharper, and your frequency of thrusting was faster, then you could kill the enemies before they touched you, and that was how you could stay alive.

But because these savages were truly fierce—a bit too fierce—they almost broke through the defense for a moment. Fortunately, the Bombs pulled the situation back.

When had these savages ever seen such things? After a loud boom, not only were many dead or wounded, but they were also stunned for several seconds. At this moment, Huaxia began to counterattack.

However, to avoid being accidentally hit by the Bombs, they couldn't charge too aggressively. After five or six consecutive Bomb explosions, no enemies dared to charge over anymore. Those still in the woods also slunk away in defeat.

"Stop the Bombs! Stop!" The Regimental Commander hurriedly shouted to stop.

From the other directions, no enemy figures had been seen so far. Even at the slightest movement, they would fire an Arrow first, but there was no sound in response, which was enough to prove that there were only enemies in that one direction.

Because the commotion was too great, the herd of cattle was a bit restless. Only a few cattle were trained and could adapt to the sound of the Bomb explosions; the others were not very good at it, so they were very agitated now. Everyone dared not approach easily; after all, a kick from one of them could very likely be fatal.

The Regimental Commander directed everyone to divide the work: those on guard duty stayed on guard, those who needed to save people did so, and there were Soldiers who went out to clear the battlefield, dragging back those who weren't dead. Now they needed to interrogate them, but no one dared to pursue them further.

This was the wilderness. Although it was said to be Huaxia's territory, the recognition was not very high. Huaxia inherited the territory of the Jiangshui Tribe, but there should be many other tribes here that occupied some land. If they had not participated in the Gathering, it was very likely they hadn't even heard of Huaxia.

As for the tribe they encountered today, the Regimental Commander felt they probably hadn't participated in the Gathering before. After all, how capable Huaxia was at fighting had been demonstrated very clearly at previous Gatherings, and their unit's characteristics were also very obvious, making them easy to distinguish from other tribes. Tribes that had been to the Golden Autumn Gathering should be able to recognize them immediately.

According to the current rules, they shouldn't be allowed to attack Huaxia, nor would they have the guts to attack Huaxia. After all, back when it was on the Jiangshui Tribe's territory, no one should have dared to besiege the Jiangshui Tribe's unit, right? Now it should be the same for Huaxia, yet he hadn't expected to be attacked.

For the sake of safety, it was better not to pursue. After all, they were unfamiliar with the place and the people. It was better to drag the people back first, interrogate them, and see what their situation was before deciding.

Soon, they dragged back four enemies who were not quite dead. As for the others, those who were too severely wounded and also too fierce were simply sent off immediately. As for the tongues, they were kept.

The Regimental Commander first looked at the wounded Soldiers. Many Soldiers had been injured in this battle. The one who had been stabbed in the lung was now bubbling blood from his mouth; he was one hundred percent not going to survive. A comrade recorded his last words on paper for him. Time was short, so they used blood as ink and a fingernail as a pen. Under the witness of everyone, after the last words were finished, he closed his eyes, unwilling to go.

The others were all able to survive, as long as they didn't get an infection. Fortunately, this year there were various powders and pills, a whole box of them, which was estimated to be enough. Last year they didn't have these things, but with medicine this year, the Military Doctor felt much more at ease.

As for the Military Dog, everyone was quite sad. The one that was still alive now had its tail tucked between its legs and was very unhappy. For such a meritorious hero, it certainly could not be treated like an ordinary dog or ordinary livestock; it was also a Soldier.

Military Dogs were part of the Establishment System! They were also Soldiers, just special Soldiers! Therefore, every Military Dog had the opportunity for promotion. Because it didn't conflict with human opportunities, no one would steal the credit of a Military Dog, and besides, if you were to steal it, wouldn't that be a total disgrace?

Finally, the identification tag of the dead Military Dog was removed, and it was prepared to be cremated together with that Soldier. The ashes would be brought back to Huaxia. Burial in the ground here was impossible, because it would certainly be dug up by wild beasts. They would, of course, never do something that would allow a corpse to be desecrated.

Because several brothers were injured and two brothers died for no apparent reason, everyone was in a bad mood and very angry. Those few prisoners of war dragged back had a bit of a miserable time; it was impossible for them to be treated kindly.

First, they went through a round of "persuasion." They didn't question them; they just beat them first, then talked later. The Regimental Commander held his Spear and placed it on the foot of one of the prisoners: "Speak, which tribe are you from, and why did you attack us?"

"Aguni re, e xiute neng..." As he spoke, the prisoner even spat a mouthful of bloody water at the Regimental Commander.

The Regimental Commander was not polite either; he immediately pierced the prisoner's foot with his long Spear, and the prisoner immediately screamed in pain.

The other three prisoners looked as if they had been dazed by the Bomb, their eyes still a bit dull.

The Regimental Commander pierced through the hands and feet of the first one completely. Regardless of how he wailed, he directly placed the blood-and-mud-stained Spear on the foot of the second prisoner. The first prisoner's incessant wailing at this moment was the best form of interrogation.

It was just that the second person's slightly dull eyes held a bit of terror. To the Regimental Commander's questioning, he stuttered and couldn't say anything, and the words he did say, the Regimental Commander couldn't understand a single one.

To be straightforward, he just pierced through everything again. The wailing sound became very continuous, not stuttering at all.

The third person's eyes were a bit clearer. Before the Regimental Commander could ask again, he started jabbering non-stop: "Aguli aio, omo ai..."

This time, the Regimental Commander's hand couldn't bring itself to strike. He looked at the other Soldiers in a daze: "Can you guys understand this talk? Is he speaking human language, or is it that these are just a bunch of hairless monkeys?"

Their bodies were extremely dirty and extremely smelly. Calling them human, the Regimental Commander and his men were very unwilling to be of the same species as these prisoners; it was too shameful.

"I can't understand it, Regimental Commander, but, but I seem to remember, isn't there a Wulengge Tribe here? The document said they are extremely dirty, smelly, and have a language barrier. Could it be that they are from the Wulengge Tribe?"