Chapter 1449: Backbone

The operational model of the Huaxia state apparatus was already very mature and quite smooth, so after Baifeng raised this issue, various departments communicated and coordinated immediately, and all kinds of supplies and the like were already prepared.

Lema City and Huaxia City were close enough, so Lema City also received the news that same day, and they carried out a selection of those new recruits from spring who had already completed their training, intending to transfer a batch out to participate in this mission.

By the next day, the army had already set out; apart from Huaxia, there was no other place that could have such speed, and even if they did, they could not possibly have the dispatch of supplies as swift and perfect as Huaxia's.

All the Soldiers now knew one thing, and that was that Huaxia was preparing to engage in a decisive battle with this Wulenge Tribe and annihilate their tribe.

If there was not enough time this year, then they would do it next year; in any case, they must wipe them out to demonstrate Huaxia's military might, and it was also to avenge the Huaxia Soldiers.

Huaxia did not hide this matter from Xuanxiao; such a large-scale troop mobilization could naturally be seen by Xuanxiao, who was not restricted in his freedom, and he could hear the news just by listening on the road, so why hide it? Moreover, this was also a good opportunity to display Huaxia's military might; it was to let the Xuanyuan Tribe know that Huaxia had the ability to open up multiple battlefields, and the strength currently revealed to the Xuanyuan Tribe was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The Slaves of Huaxia had all heard about this, and they were also very excited; Huaxia was powerful, and they themselves felt very honored, because although they were Slaves, they lived better in Huaxia than they did as a Free Person in their own tribe. Besides, Huaxia could also give them, these Slaves, opportunities for promotion; they would not be Slaves forever, so one by one, they all had the same sense of honor as the ordinary Residents.

Looking again at that team heading to the gathering, although they guessed that the pursuers behind them might need a relatively long time to catch up, they should have a great chance of returning to the Western Development Group safely and smoothly.

However, they did not relax their vigilance toward the surroundings for even a moment; those who were supposed to keep watch kept watch, and those who were supposed to cover the rear covered the rear, and the next day they still followed the same mode of operation as before.

Only this time, there were many more prisoners of war; after the tossing and turning of last night, a few more died, possibly due to internal injuries that were not discovered, and because they were poisoned, so under the addition of various factors, more died.

The most important one, Bosa, did not die; although he looked extremely weak, fortunately, he survived.

The prisoners of war had all been stripped clean, but their bodies were still too filthy, so Huaxia had no intention of letting them carry their own things; otherwise, there would be lice everywhere in their Armor, and it would be stinking, so who would want that?

When they started making breakfast in the morning, Huaxia also made a little for these savages, but it was just thin, watery soup with salt added; to these savages, it was already the top-tier delicacy.

To prevent accidents from occurring, they could only be allowed to drink in batches, and Bosa, the only one who could understand and communicate, became the translator.

But Bosa felt unusually puzzled by Huaxia's act of giving them food: "Do you have a lot of food? Why give it to us to eat?"

"Because you are our Slaves now; only after you eat something will you have the strength to walk back. Once you reach our Huaxia territory, let alone this kind of soup, you will even be able to eat your fill of dry food. Our Huaxia is not as poor as you savage tribes; in our Huaxia, we always let Slaves eat their fill, because only when you are full will you have the strength to work."

"But don't think that because we give you a little more to eat, your status can change; a Slave is a Slave. Now recognize your status; you are their Leader, you eat first, then tell them, whoever's rope is untied, that person comes to eat, and after eating, they are to be tied up again. Every day we will give you two meals like this; as long as you don't run around and don't think about doing anything else, you will be safe and sound."

"After walking for another ten days or so, you will be able to reach one of our Huaxia cities, and there you will be able to eat your fill. Do you understand?"

Bosa was still digesting this passage just now, and for a moment, he was so surprised that he didn't react; the Soldier responsible for disciplining him directly whipped him with a Grass whip: "I'm asking you a question! Did you hear me!"

"Heard it, understood." Bosa then stroked his skin and spoke humbly; he now also had an awareness of his own status. It was almost impossible for the Tribal Chief to catch up to Huaxia in these few days, and if he couldn't catch up, he would never have the possibility of returning to the Wulenge Tribe again and could only be a Slave forever.

But even if the Tribal Chief caught up and rescued them, he would no longer have the good life he had before; he had lost so many Soldiers and was also captured, which was a great humiliation. It would be considered magnanimous for the Tribal Chief to let him live, let alone let him continue to possess the glory of the past.

However, it was still impossible for him to reveal anything more to Huaxia; he knew his own situation, but he would not harm his own tribe. If one day he could lead the remaining tribesmen to escape back to the Wulenge Tribe, then it would not only be no crime, but he would also have great merit, because he could scout out Huaxia's location and Huaxia's strength, thereby helping the tribe annihilate Huaxia.

Now what he had to do was endure; Huaxia let him eat, so he would eat. This was a good thing; at least he didn't have to worry about starving to death.

A broken bowl, and then he was served a bowl of something like mud; Bosa even doubted if it really was mud, but the fragrance kept drilling into his nose. He tentatively took a small sip and discovered it wasn't mud at all, but food; it was delicious, and it even had salt!

He was so afraid that Huaxia would take it back that he quickly gulped the whole bowl of soup into his mouth; the hot soup burned his throat until it hurt, but he endured it all, and then looked longingly at the pot.

The Huaxia Soldier tapped the pot with a wooden spoon: "What, still want to eat?"

Bosa looked up: "Can I still eat?"

The Soldier smiled slightly: "Of course you can, as long as you can tell us about your Wulenge Tribe's affairs, let alone this pot, in the future, for the rest of your life, you can eat like this every day, until you're full."

Bosa's face fell, and he put the bowl directly on the ground, indicating his attitude; the Huaxia Soldier also smiled: "Hey, didn't expect you to have such backbone, not bad, not bad."