Chapter 1460: Unexpected Wealth

Hun squatted down and stared into Bosa's eyes: "If you were truly about to die, you wouldn't even have time to beg for mercy. The fact that you can speak now means you can still be saved. Now, tell me your affairs properly, and I can have someone save you."

Seeing that he could no longer threaten them, Bosa could only hope that Huaxia would keep their word and save his life.

"Fine, then ask away. Ask quickly, I really feel like I'm about to die."

"Good. Then tell me, how many people are in your Wulengebu, and how large is it? You haven't answered me yet."

Bosa's face was full of pain: "I don't know how large it is either, because I haven't been everywhere. Anyway, it is just very large."

"As for the population, there are thirteen large tribes and over seventy small tribes. As for the number of people, I don't know how many there are. I haven't seen them, so how would I count them?"

"How many people are in a large tribe, and how many are in a small tribe?"

Bosa pointed to himself: "A tribe that has a Bosa is a large tribe. To be called a large tribe, there must be at least a thousand cattle, over ten thousand sheep, and over a hundred donkeys. Only then can it be considered a large tribe. The population of such a tribe is basically over ten thousand people."

Hun's eyes lit up as he listened. This Wulengebu was actually this wealthy? They actually had so much livestock? How did they raise them, and what was a donkey?

"Small tribes don't have a Bosa. They... anyway, as long as they can raise livestock and not starve to death during a Winter, they count as a tribe. Basically, the small ones have a few hundred people, and the large ones have over a thousand. The number of livestock varies; some have many, some have few."

Bosa finished explaining everything he knew clearly. Hun and the people from the Regimental Headquarters looked at each other. The information Bosa knew was indeed better than what those savages had said, but the number of livestock those savages mentioned didn't seem to match what this Bosa said. Could it be that this Bosa was deliberately using larger numbers to deceive them, so they would be tempted to attack the Wulengebu?

Hun squatted down and pinched Bosa's face: "Bosa, you had better not talk nonsense. You say one of your tribes can raise that many cattle and sheep—how is that possible? How much grassland do you have to feed that many cattle and sheep?"

"You can look at the land here; it is all grassland. We are also raising cattle and sheep here. The place where you live is where we keep our sheep. We Huaxia also domesticate livestock, so your words cannot deceive us. Tell me, how does one tribe manage to raise over ten thousand sheep?"

Bosa struggled to break free from Hun's hand, gasping for air, with black blood flowing from his stomach: "I am really not lying to you. We raise them separately. One Jaji occupies a small piece of territory and domesticates a portion of the livestock, so the entire tribe can raise this many cattle and sheep."

"Jaji? What does that mean?"

"A small tribe that cannot be called a tribe usually consists of a few dozen people, raising a few dozen to a hundred head of livestock. They also have to hunt and forage to survive. But there is a connection between every Jaji. Once there is a herd of wild beasts or enemies, we can immediately contact each other and resist together."

Everyone was shocked. How did this sound so similar to the villages of Huaxia? Could it be that the development of this Wulengebu was already this advanced?

"And what is a donkey?"

"A donkey has long ears and a long tail. It looks like a cow but has no horns; it looks like a sheep but is larger, with longer legs, and it runs fast."

Hun continued to press: "What other livestock is there that we don't have here?"

Bosa's mouth began to turn pale, but to save his life, he kept talking without stopping: "Changmaoniu. Their hair is longer than your cattle, the color is very black, and their horns are very sharp. They are especially ferocious. We cannot raise them; they are as terrifying as bears."

"I didn't ask what you can't raise, I asked what you are currently raising!" Hun's questioning speed increased.

Bosa was led by the nose by Hun and could only speed up his response: "Camels, but only two tribes raise them. I only saw them at the Shenhu when I was young; I haven't seen them anywhere else."

"What about your weapons? What kind of weapons do you use? Are they copper, iron, or gold?"

"Hard gold. It is hard gold. Our Wulengebu has quite a lot of hard gold. Our tribe uses hard gold weapons quite often. There is also a type of soft gold that cannot be used for weapons. Iron—we have traded iron with you Huaxia; we have heard of it, but we haven't used it, and I haven't seen it."

Hun stood up and asked the people from the Regimental Headquarters: "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

Cegang squatted on the ground, using a stick as a pen to record Bosa's words on the ground. Because the incident happened suddenly, he didn't have time to find paper and pen. If he didn't record it, he might forget it later.

Everyone thought about it, and there was nothing left to ask now. This time, the questions were truly finished.

"Then what about him? Should we treat him or not?"

Regarding Hun's question, Ce thought for a moment and decided to say: "Let's treat him. I don't know if he can be saved, but since he told us everything he should have, we should treat him. We can't be untrustworthy, right?"

The others didn't care. These words were just for Bosa to hear, because everyone could see and guess that with an Arrow shot into his stomach, what chance of survival was there? If they didn't pull it out, he might live a little longer. Once pulled out, he would likely twitch and die on the spot. Whether he could be saved was the doctor's business, and also Bosa's own business. Since they had agreed, it didn't matter.

Thus, Bosa was dragged away for treatment. In reality, everyone knew it was just going through the motions. As for the other one, he was dragged back to be beheaded directly as requested. But if they were to save the other one, the chances would have been higher, as he was only shot in the shoulder and it wasn't fatal.

Unfortunately, he didn't speak the Huaxia language, and his status wasn't high, so he was of no use. He watched Bosa being so hurried and flustered, talking so anxiously to the Huaxia people, and roughly guessed what Bosa was doing. He was definitely selling intelligence to save his life, so now Bosa and he were no longer heading in the same direction.

When they arrived at the sheep pen, he was forced to kneel. The herdsman in charge of the execution used the Wulengebu language to threaten and admonish the remaining people one last time, then pronounced the man's fate.

But everyone didn't see Bosa, so they were all loudly asking. Bosa was still their spiritual mentor and pillar of support. If Bosa died, they would truly have to resign themselves to their fate.

The dying man spoke loudly about what Bosa had done and cursed Bosa, but before he could finish speaking, the herdsman touched his neck: "That's enough, no need to say more. Time to die."