Chapter 1486: Letting You Win a Little

The Soldiers also believed in Zhang's strength, so they all retreated two steps symbolically. The savage opposite saw that Zhang understood his intention and grinned so wide his teeth were bared, yet he was too confident in himself, not even noticing the difference in physique between the two sides.

If there were full-length mirrors in this era, one only needed to place one in front of that savage and let him compare the difference in physique between himself and Zhang, and he would certainly abandon his ignorant and foolish idea at the first moment.

In this era, generals and officers who can lead armies must, besides wisdom, have physical fitness that keeps up; after all, they all need to take the lead and charge on the battlefield, rather than relying on their own wisdom to conduct command like in modern times.

Like the one who is indisputably ranked first in modern military history, who had barely even touched a gun, yet the wars he commanded were almost all fought with god-like military prowess. But this era is different; one must first value one's own combat power before considering the ability to lead troops in battle. Even people with questionable intelligence like Chi can become generals because of their combat power.

After Huaxia, there is a need for comprehensive development; not only must the physique be strong, but the ability to lead troops in battle must also be strong, so that one can become a famous general of a generation.

The savage confidently picked up his Spear, and his stance was not bad; at the very least, he was an excellent Soldier and an excellent hunter.

Zhang thought for a moment and did not use the Spear; after all, he already occupied a great advantage, so he chose to draw his side-Knife.

In the mindset of Huaxia, even if a Knife uses more Iron and has a larger lethal area, one inch longer is one inch stronger. If one can use a Spear, one does not use a Knife. The Knife is used in narrow mountain forests and can be used as a firewood knife to clear paths.

But as soon as the shining Changdao was drawn, the savage's expression changed, and he could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He pointed at Zhang's Knife and said, "Good." Then he pointed at his own cast, irregularly shaped bronze Spear head: "Not good."

Zhang was speechless. He had wanted to make a concession, but this savage thought he was trying to take advantage, so he could only sheath his Knife and pick up the Spear again.

Setting his stance, he shook the Spear, and some blood on the red tassel was flung off. The savage stopped nitpicking, set his stance, and charged toward Zhang.

Zhang dodged to the side and then used the Spear to smash against the savage's spear shaft. The force was so great that the savage felt his spear shaft tremble; fortunately, he did not feel it break.

His attack failed, and Zhang's Spear thrust over at the same time. The savage hurriedly smashed horizontally to block, but Zhang used the Spear to flick an S-shaped line, a move of White Snake Sweeps the Ground, aiming straight for the savage's lower abdomen.

The savage was frightened and hurriedly retreated. Zhang pressed on step by step, the Spear in his hand beginning to point and thrust rapidly. The savage could not parry in time and retreated into the crowd of savages. The savages all sensibly cleared a space, but Zhang's Spear-Sword had already pierced into the savage's flesh, pulled out, then pierced and pulled out again.

After several consecutive thrusts, although they were not very deep, they had all pierced the savage's skin and flesh, and blood was flowing out rapidly. The savage was already completely in chaos; his parrying was powerless, and his counterattack was a joke. The Spear was almost slipping from his hands.

Zhang saw it was about enough, so he pulled back his hand. The savage took the opportunity to endure the pain and threw the Spear out. It ended up sticking into Zhang's abdominal armor with a 'Ding!' sound, and then nothing happened; the Spear also fell to the ground.

Zhang saw that this person had no etiquette or morality to speak of, so he unceremoniously pierced his chest. The ribs were a bit stuck on the Spear head, so he twisted it before pulling it out.

When the other savages saw their Leader in such a miserable state, there were actually a few who wanted to rush up, but the Huaxia Soldiers moved faster. They had been watching all along, took two small steps, and raised their Spears. Those savages with ideas all lost their momentum.

Zhang still wanted to persuade them to surrender, but unfortunately, the old savage man who could act as a translator was currently bubbling blood from his mouth and could not even speak.

So Zhang used his Spear to point at the savages' Spears, signaling them to put them on the ground, just to see if they could understand. If they had no intention of continuing to fight, he would still call for the Wujian to see if they could be persuaded to surrender. If they could not be persuaded, he would kill them; taking those women and children back would also suffice, and they would be easier to manage.

Fortunately, these savages could understand, but no one wanted to be the first; everyone was a bit embarrassed. Zhang sent someone to call the Wujian, but in the eyes of the savages, it looked like he was about to order them all killed. Since they could not understand, they stopped pretending immediately. In an instant, many savages threw away their Weapons one after another, then hugged their legs and squatted on the ground; some even lay flat on the ground.

Only a few, who seemed determined to die rather than surrender, or were afraid that their outcome would be worse after surrendering, went all-in and started rushing up desperately. Of course, they were knocked down by the Soldiers in a few moves. By this time, these men of the Wulenge Tribe had all been dealt with, leaving only the terrified women and children watching from afar.

The Wujian still had to be called; otherwise, the inability to communicate would be a problem. To round up those livestock, one must rely on these savages. After all, the livestock also recognize their owners, and it would be a bit troublesome for the people of Huaxia to get close and catch the lead sheep, not to mention these large numbers of livestock, which seemed to be divided into several groups, and there might be more than one lead sheep.

The Wujian were very honest and really did not run away. The temperature in the valley was relatively low, and they were still naked, shivering in the wind, and all a bit nostalgic for the dry and warm cave dwellings of Huaxia.

With a few calls, the Wujian scrambled over. From a distance, they could clearly see the one-sided battle. They also knew that the few people left in their tribe could not possibly be opponents of Huaxia, so they did not expect their own people to win, nor did they hope their own people would win.

Because if the Wulenge Tribe lost, they could get the food they could eat and the position of Leader that Huaxia promised after they returned. But if Huaxia lost, they would be sinners who betrayed the tribe and would definitely be severely punished by their clansmen, have their limbs cut off, their internal organs removed, and be hung on trees to feed wild beasts. That process was very torturous and very terrifying; they did not want to experience it.

Now it was time for them to perform again, so they ran faster than one another. When they arrived in front of the Huaxia Soldiers, they showed a sufficiently humble appearance.

Zhang and the group of Soldiers were quite satisfied with the appearance of these Wujian. Not to mention that their self-awareness was in place, they could also speak two languages. Such people were most suitable for managing these savages. The position of Leader promised to them still had to be given.