Chapter 1446: It Was All a Misunderstanding

"You don't understand, yet you're still shaking your head?" The Regimental Commander was unwilling to use his hands to grab this filthy savage, feeling as though if he touched him, he would have to chop off his own hand and wash it to get it clean, so he only used a stick to poke and prod: "Come on, speak honestly, what is your name, which tribe are you from? As long as you confess properly, I will spare your lives."

Only then did Bosa realize he had just exposed himself. To avoid being tortured, he simply stopped pretending: "I am a Soldier of the Wulenge Tribe. You Cannibal Tribe members, just you wait. We are a powerful tribe; they will certainly come to hunt you down and kill every last one of you!"

The Regimental Commander gave Bosa a kick: "What are you spouting? What Cannibal Tribe? You don't even know who we are, yet you come to attack us. So you really are from the Wulenge Tribe. Perfect, we are from Huaxia. Ever heard of us?"

"We fought a battle with your Wulenge Tribe before, and you didn't win. The ones here are just a tiny fraction of our Soldiers. Since you came to attack us, we now have a reason to go and attack your Wulenge Tribe. Your Wulenge Tribe, just wait to be wiped out."

Hearing that it was actually Huaxia, Bosa was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head and asked in disbelief: "You are Huaxia? But why did my Soldiers say that you roast and eat human flesh?"

The Regimental Commander tapped Bosa's head with the wooden stick: "Who said we eat human flesh? Huaxia isn't short on food, why would we eat human flesh? We in Huaxia have even wiped out cannibal tribes."

"Oh, you don't mean, do you, that we burn our Soldiers? That is because we don't want our tribesmen's corpses to be eaten by wild beasts, so after burning them to ash, we take them back to Huaxia to let them go home. Do you think we are the same as you savages?"

Knowing that the people before him were from Huaxia, Bosa felt he had been a bit too careless. They had heard news of Huaxia, and it was true—these shiny Weapons matched the Ironware from the tribe's rumors. These were things only Huaxia had. Having such good things, it certainly had to be Huaxia, and Huaxia should indeed be a powerful tribe; that much was certain.

"Since you are not a cannibal tribe, then this was a misunderstanding on our part. We thought you were a cannibal tribe, which is why we came to attack you. So, you are heading to the Golden Autumn Gathering now, right?"

"This is the territory of our Wulenge Tribe. As long as you let us go, we will go back and tell the Tribal Chief that you are Huaxia, and the Tribal Chief will let you pass and won't attack you again. Today's matter will also be forgotten. How about it?"

The Regimental Commander used the stick to tap Bosa's mouth again, even rubbing it against his lips like a file, tearing Bosa's lips directly and causing them to start bleeding.

"You speak very well, but when you first came to attack us, we weren't burning people, were we? Why did you burn our tribesmen? Wasn't it because you killed them?"

"Furthermore, since when was this your territory? This place used to be the territory of the Jiangshui Tribe, and now the Jiangshui Tribe has merged into Huaxia, so this is Huaxia's territory."

"Your Wulenge Tribe not only came to seize our territory but also attacked our unit and killed our Soldiers. We already had a grudge against your Wulenge Tribe, and now, well, your Wulenge Tribe must be wiped out."

Bosa was shocked: "The Jiangshui Tribe merged into Huaxia? Impossible! We went to the Jiangshui Tribe and saw that everything they had was destroyed by that natural disaster. There was nothing left. It's impossible for many people to have survived, so how could they have joined your Huaxia?"

"Many did die, but not all of them. They joined our Huaxia themselves, and this territory is now our Huaxia's."

"You also know about that natural disaster, which means you experienced it too and were affected quite a bit, losing many people, right? Otherwise, why haven't you attended the Golden Autumn Gathering these past two years?"

"Now you actually dare to come and attack us. Come on, tell me what your name is, where your Wulenge Tribe is, and how many people came here. If you explain it clearly, you can save yourself, avoid death, and even live a good life in Huaxia. Otherwise, you will suffer endless torture."

Bosa turned his head away, prepared to say nothing. He was tough; he would rather die than reveal a single bit of information about the Wulenge Tribe. If another tribe had designs on them, he wouldn't mind leading them there—they would just be going to their deaths anyway—but this Huaxia felt different. He felt they were very dangerous and might truly threaten the safety of the Wulenge Tribe, so he decided not to say a single word.

"Not talking? Good, good, good, tough enough. Tie him up first and take him back to Huaxia. We'll have plenty of ways to make you talk then."

The Regimental Commander delivered the final word harshly and told the Soldiers to treat and handle him like an ordinary prisoner.

Because he saw that Bosa was still bleeding, a Soldier suppressed his disgust and pulled off Bosa's stiff leather clothing, discovering a fragment stuck in the flesh of his left chest. Fortunately, knowing the fragment wasn't large and hadn't pierced very deep, he pulled it straight out.

It was fine before it was pulled out, and Bosa didn't feel much pain, but now that it was pulled out, it caused him excruciating pain, and he couldn't help but scream. The Soldier treating his wound gave a disdainful smile: "Can't take this? There's worse to come."

Having said that, he took a piece of burning charcoal and poked it toward the wound to stop the bleeding. This nearly caused Bosa to faint from the pain, and he uncontrollably defecated, as his stomach had been cramping for a long time and he had been holding it in. Now, with this pain, his rear end relaxed, and liquid-like feces flowed out.

The Soldier smelled a stench different from their own body odor and nearly vomited on the spot. He gagged several times and backed away, then grabbed a handful of ash, held his breath, walked over, and sprinkled it onto the wound.

In the end, after counting, they had captured seventy-four prisoners of war. The others who had slightly more serious injuries, or who looked disabled and couldn't speak their language, were killed on the spot. Only these remained; they had injuries, but they wouldn't die, nor would they be disabled, so they were kept.

Because they were too filthy, everyone was too lazy to touch them, so they simply made them take off all their clothes, lit a fire to burn them, and finally covered them thickly with grass and wood ash. Only then were the people of Huaxia willing to approach them; it was a massive undertaking.

Finally, they tied them up one by one with grass ropes, hands behind their backs, and the Soldiers kept them under strict guard at night; only then was the matter considered handled.