Chapter 1559: Who Can Defeat Xingtian?

"Whoa..."

Hun and his Right Guard pulled their horses to a stop; the Right Guard was also somewhat shocked by the scene before them. Since when had Huaxia made such arrangements?

Hun took out his Telescope and looked carefully. The people busy inside were indeed from Huaxia and the Xuanyuan Tribe, no mistake. Perhaps some new tactic?

Through the Telescope, Shaoyin suddenly appeared and beckoned for him to come over.

Hun did not hesitate, taking his Right Guard with him as they moved quickly. Only when they arrived at the side did he realize that these wooden sheds were basically just for show. Some of the sheds behind the first row were only half-built, just stuck into the ground, with some branches and leaves thrown on top to look the part; they couldn't house anyone at all.

Hun dismounted and walked to Shaoyin's side: "Are these all fake camps meant to confuse them?"

Shaoyin asked in return: "What was your feeling just now when you came over? Does it look real? Where does it need changing?"

Hun stroked his beard, pondered for a few seconds, and then shook his head: "Although they aren't fully set up yet, from a distance, you can't tell the difference at all. But the quantity must be higher. With just this many now, it doesn't feel like enough; it feels sparse. We should have more to properly display our momentum, right?"

"That is our plan as well. We are going to stake them out all the way to that position; we've only just started building."

"That's fine. You keep busy; I'm going back to report to the King."

"Hey, hey, don't be in such a rush, Brigade Commander Hun." Shaoyin hurriedly pulled at Hun: "How long until they arrive? Are there many of them?"

"I don't think we'll see them tonight. Their speed is quite slow; we'll be able to meet them tomorrow. As for the numbers, there are many. I must return to report to the King."

Hun said no more and immediately mounted his horse again to report to the real camp not far away. It would take half an hour on foot, but only three or four minutes on horseback—this was the advantage of horses.

By this time, Baifeng's large tent had already been pitched, and Xuanyuan's large tent was right next to it. Xuanyuan had also learned from the style of Baifeng's tent; after returning, he had his tribesmen build one almost identical to it. It was tall and sturdy, though every piece of wood had to be carried with the army. It was spacious enough inside that, besides the place where Xuanyuan slept, there was room to discuss military affairs and receive guests—it was extremely luxurious.

"King!"

Baifeng was sitting under a canopy extended from the outside of his large tent, enjoying the shade quite comfortably. Xuanyuan hadn't expected Baifeng's tent to have this feature—he didn't have one—so he also took advantage of Baifeng's shade, along with some tea.

"Hun is back? Come, have some tea and rest a while."

Hun strode over and gave a military salute to Baifeng. His Right Guard came over as well. Baifeng poured a cup of tea for both of them: "Come, have a drink and moisten your throats."

Hun naturally did not dare let Baifeng stand up to hand him tea, so he hurriedly stepped forward to take the warm tea. However, he first handed it to his Right Guard before taking his own cup; this was the way a superior maintained the hearts of his men.

As a Brigade Commander, if he treated his right-hand men with courtesy, they would follow him to the death in the face of danger. And Baifeng, by simply treating both of them equally with a cup of tea—regardless of what Hun thought—would surely make that Soldier, who appeared to hold the rank of Platoon Leader, even more loyal to Baifeng, because Baifeng was equally good to every single Soldier.

Baifeng would not be so foolish as to give tea to officers but not to Soldiers. If there were too many people, he would give none at all; if he gave to one, he had to promise that others would have some later. After all, historically, there was a groom who, because he felt neglected, led his general straight into the enemy's camp.

"How is the situation? Can you confirm it is the Xingtian Tribe?"

It was time to discuss business. Hun set down his teacup, cleared his throat, and said: "King, looking at the way they are commanded, it should be Xingtian. It matches the description."

"Their numbers are extremely high. I conservatively estimate there are over two thousand Soldiers carrying metal Weapons, and the other Soldiers who look capable of fighting add up to nearly ten thousand."

"The rest appear to be women and Slaves responsible for logistics; they don't have much combat power."

"As for the distance, we shouldn't meet them today; they are still quite far away. By tomorrow morning, they will be able to see us."

"Do you think that if you weren't riding a horse and were holding the same Weapon, you could beat Xingtian?"

Hun recalled the Xingtian he had seen. Just that part he had revealed was indeed terrifying. Although he was strong enough himself, compared to Xingtian, he really didn't measure up. Even Xiong or Chi wouldn't measure up either.

"King, I really don't think I could beat him. Although I didn't see him clearly, I truly feel I couldn't win."

Baifeng pointed toward the Xuanyuan Tribe: "Then do you feel the Xuanyuan Tribe has anyone who could beat him? Limu? Yinglong?"

Hun glanced at Limu, who was still busy directing Soldiers not far away, and shook his head without hesitation: "I feel they still couldn't beat him."

These words of Hun's piqued Xuanyuan's interest. He felt that his Limu, and Yinglong whom he had subdued last year, were already strong and sturdy enough. Could it be that this Xingtian, besides being able to fight and command, was himself incredibly powerful?

Last year, Yinglong was still relatively thin, having been tortured as a Slave for so long. Xuanyuan had given him good treatment, and after a Winter of recovery, he had not only returned to his former state but was even sturdier. Because in the Xuanyuan Tribe, the food he could eat was better than when he was a Tribal Chief, and even salt was supplied to him without limit. Thus, his current state was at its peak.

Historically, Yinglong was able to kill the giant Kuafu, which showed that his physique and strength were exceptionally powerful. In this era, people were indeed physically savage, with tall frames and ferocious muscles.

This was related to the evolution of the body. Just like a silverback gorilla, a purely herbivorous animal, its muscle mass was several times that of an adult man, and it stood over two meters tall. This was related to its intestinal tract and various other factors.

The humans of this era were still relatively primitive and savage, so their internal digestive capacity and hormone levels were completely different from those of later generations. Therefore, in this era, tall and large Soldiers were not rare; it was just that most of them couldn't get enough food—they couldn't even get enough to eat on a purely vegetarian diet—so they couldn't form a situation where everyone was a Titan Soldier. However, the proportion of incredibly sturdy Soldiers was very high.

The Baifeng of the past had been tall, sturdy, and fierce, but over these years, he had neglected his training, and as he grew older, his muscle mass began to decline. Thus, he no longer had that deterrent power of the past and was no longer the strongest Soldier in Huaxia. Huaxia had indeed cultivated several strong Soldiers who looked very intimidating; in terms of strength and physique alone, they were indeed fierce.