Chapter 1438: Fight One More Time

In truth, when their tribe was in the most difficult of times, many people had eaten human flesh, but they did so to survive; how could anyone choose to starve to death rather than eat human flesh?

But once their conditions and circumstances began to improve, the matter of eating human flesh was cast to the back of their minds; others could not eat it, they themselves could not eat it, and they had to forget that they had ever eaten it—they were certainly not a Cannibal Tribe.

However, this tribe, seeing that they were so wealthy, well-equipped, and possessed so many cattle, was definitely not a tribe that would starve to the point of needing to eat human flesh; the only explanation was that they were accustomed to eating human flesh, and they were a powerful tribe that specialized in eating people.

Once this speculation emerged, it terrified the crowd; such a Cannibal Tribe still made them feel a bit flustered, but then again, a Cannibal Tribe was something everyone should go and kill and fight, and they possessed so much wealth—if they didn't go and kill them, their hearts would itch.

In the end, the Tribal Chief decided to kill this Cannibal Tribe to rid the human race of a scourge and seize those cattle for their own civilized tribe; their Wulengebu loved animal husbandry the most, not only having cattle and sheep but also camels, though camels had such volatile tempers that only very, very few tribes could tame them.

It was precisely because they could tame wild beasts that they were able to nurture such a large Wulengebu; those tribes that only knew how to hunt and gather could never grow large.

Now, they had another goal in their territory: to capture horses and donkeys; although the two animals looked very similar, they were still different, and the distinctions could be seen, but compared to cattle, these two ran faster, making them difficult to capture, let alone tame.

It was just unexpected that there were other tribes that could also tame wild beasts; the cannibal tribe they encountered now was like this, and in the past, they seemed to have heard of a tribe called Huaxia that was quite powerful and good at fighting, and they could also tame cattle, but they had never seen that tribe again.

The things brought from Huaxia were real and existed, so it was undoubtedly a powerful, great tribe; it was just that the natural disaster that time, with the sky shaking and the earth moving, caused the Jiangshui Tribe to perish and brought great disaster to their Wulengebu, and in these few years, they had gathered together again, gradually recovering their strength.

Originally, they had planned to secretly scout the situation of the Jiangshui Tribe last year, but who knew that the Jiangshui Tribe was simply gone; the entire tribe was as if it had been flipped over and no longer existed, so the Wulengebu naturally assumed that the Wulengebu was the most powerful tribe on this land.

As for the Shennong Clan and the Suiren Clan, they had only heard of them but had never seen them, nor did they know where they were or how powerful they were, but they felt they were certainly not as powerful as themselves.

Now, the goal of the Wulengebu was to control all the territory in this region, graze livestock, expand the tribe's strength, occupy the Golden Autumn Gathering, profit from the Golden Autumn Gathering, and also to rob and eliminate all tribes passing through their territory.

This time, his tribe brought over a thousand Soldiers, enough to run rampant on this land; no tribe could withstand their attack.

This cannibal tribe had only that few people, and it was only because they had strange things that they hadn't been wiped out yet.

"When they start to eat, we will charge up; they definitely won't have time to react then. We will kill, kill these cannibal tribes, and don't let our tribesmen be eaten by them!" the Tribal Chief declared fiercely.

The Soldiers also responded loudly, and the Tribal Chief said again: "The time is about right now; they should have already roasted the people. Let's go down now; they happen to be eating, let's fight one more time!"

Led by the Tribal Chief, the people of the Wulengebu came over in a massive swarm, while Huaxia did not know they had been mistaken for a Cannibal Tribe; they had indeed reached their time to eat.

For the sake of safety, after the Tents were set up, branches were spread outside; these branches could, to a certain extent, block the attack of thrown Spears, at least serving as a buffer.

Everyone sat as close to the trees as possible, and the empty space in the middle was where the Tents were set up; Shields and Weapons were at hand, and they ate in turns.

Several prisoners of war were hung from the trees; they were alive, but it was estimated they wouldn't live much longer, and the corpses had already attracted wild beasts, but fortunately, they had self-awareness and only dragged the corpses without attacking the living.

To avoid trouble, the Soldiers ignored those wild beasts and let them drag the corpses away; if they could drag them all far away, that would be even better, and the remaining places could be cleaned up with a fire.

There were some bolder ones that tried to bite the people hanging, but after discovering they were still alive, they gave up and just picked some meat from the corpses to eat.

The carrier pigeon had already been sent out, and they only hoped it could be delivered smoothly; now there was only one military dog left, and its mood was not very high, needing the Regimental Commander to hold it. It was also smart and recognized who had the highest rank, and the Regimental Commander had to comfort this hero; it wasn't something where you could just promise it some merit, as its actions were entirely out of loyalty to humans—it was their true good brother and good comrade-in-arms.

The herd of cattle suddenly became restless, and the sound of birds taking flight came from the forest; the military dog's ears pricked up, and it immediately jumped off the Regimental Commander's leg.

The Regimental Commander's heart sounded a loud alarm: "Everyone on alert! There is a situation!"

Everyone immediately stood up, took their Weapons to their defensive positions; those eating had to drop their bowls and go on alert.

The Crossbowmen had already aimed, and the Archers were ready, but more than that, they were throwing Bombs; if the number of enemies was large, using bows and Crossbows would not be enough, and they would have to use Bombs.

Other Soldiers held Shields and Weapons to act as the vanguard for the Archers and Crossbowmen, or relied on the large trees to ensure their safety.

This time, everything started amidst the barking of the dog; the military dog barked wildly in one direction and wanted to rush out, but it was held by the Regimental Commander, who gave instructions to a wounded man who could not move: "Hold it, hug it, you cannot let it rush out; it is the only one left now, and it is very important to us, understand?"

"Understood!" The wounded man wrapped the rope around his hand several times and hugged the dog with his arms; the military dog was anxious but had no way out—it wasn't allowed to rush, and it couldn't break free; it understood this was for its own good, but it also wanted to participate in the battle.