Chapter 1563: A Boring Negotiation

"Are you the envoy sent by Xingtian? I am the envoy sent by the Xuanyuan Tribe and Huaxia. As for my name, there is no need for you to ask. Tell me, why have you come here?"

Regarding Limu's preemptive strike, Suzhong was not afraid, but instead retorted: "This is the territory of our Shennong Clan. Why have you come here? Do you intend to go to war with us?"

Wasn't this obvious? But Limu could not say it like that; everything must have a justifiable reason, right? So he gave the reason they had been using all along: "Your Shennong Clan has many tribes that cannot bear the tyranny of the current Shennong, so they asked us to come and help them. It is not that we wanted to come, but that the people of your Shennong Clan invited us."

Regarding this reason, Suzhong was also quite angry: "You are not people of our Shennong Clan, why must you meddle in our affairs?! If they want to leave the Shennong Clan and defect, we will naturally go and resolve it. Do we need you to meddle?"

"Our Xuanyuan Tribe is also a branch of the Shennong Clan; we all share the same ancestor. If we trace it back further, this generation's Shennong is still our Tribal Chief's uncle. So, the affairs of the Shennong Clan are the affairs of our Xuanyuan Tribe. Why can we not meddle?"

"You! You!" Suzhong felt he was a bit unable to out-argue the person in front of him, so he directly made a threat: "Regardless of whether you were truly invited or if you wanted to come and fight on your own, but now, this place has been taken over by our Xingtian Tribe. We are acting under the orders of Shennong to pursue and attack the fleeing Jiang Yuwang and the other tribes. You must not block the way here."

"You must either leave the Shennong Clan immediately and return to your own lands, or wait to be defeated by our Xingtian Tribe and become Slaves. See how you choose for yourselves!"

"Then there is nothing to talk about. Since we have accepted the request of your tribesmen, we must see this matter through to the end. Moreover, the affairs of the Shennong Clan are the affairs of our Xuanyuan Tribe, so we must meddle. Your Xingtian Tribe had best surrender or retreat, otherwise, do not even think about advancing a single step. Wait for us to strike you down!"

Suzhong took a step back and continued to make threats: "So you will not listen to us? Are you prepared to go to war?"

"Of course. Is your Xingtian Tribe prepared? Since we cannot reach an agreement, then let us fight. You can go back now and tell Xingtian that we will come to attack you at any time!"

"Fine! I will go back and tell our Tribal Chief right now!" Suzhong was suddenly stunned. Oh? Letting me go back? Not killing me?

His heartbeat accelerated, and he took a few more steps back, saying loudly: "You just wait, our Xingtian Tribe will also come to attack at any time!"

Limu did not say much more and, feeling bored, turned around to head back. As for turning his back to the enemy, he was not afraid at all, because the Huaxia Crossbowmen were all prepared there. If Suzhong made even one wrong move, he would immediately turn into a hedgehog.

Suzhong, feeling as if he had been liberated, also retreated repeatedly. Only after reaching a distance he felt was safer did he turn around and stride forward. Then he began to jog, and finally, he began to run quickly. Of course, what he was thinking about was telling the Tribal Chief the news as soon as possible; the people on the other side were too arrogant.

Limu, returning, wanted to ride the horse back again, but unfortunately, after looking around, he did not see anyone. Upon asking, he found out that after they threw him down, they had left directly. Limu only felt it was a pity; the short journey just now had made him feel exceptionally stimulated. He had wanted to continue enjoying it, but the Huaxia people were too stingy, so he could only walk back himself.

The outcome of this negotiation had long been destined; it was only necessary to confirm once more that the people in front were indeed from the Xingtian Tribe. Baifeng also immediately dispatched the Cavalry to go and scout now to see how the Xingtian Tribe's camp was set up. If it seemed about right, he would harass them and put "the enemy camps, we harass" into practice.

Hun, refusing to yield to anyone, chose to lead the team. Every actual battle was a process for him to accumulate experience and also a process for him to accumulate Military Merit. Since the King had given him such an opportunity, he had to grasp it firmly.

He led the team and left like a flash. On the way, he encountered Limu, who was walking in a depressed manner. Hun braked and asked: "Limu, what did the Xingtian Tribe's envoy say?"

Limu did not like the feeling of having to look up at someone riding on horseback, so he shifted his gaze and stared straight ahead, saying: "What else could he say? It was nothing more than threats. He wanted us to surrender or have us retreat. So I told him to go back and tell Xingtian that we are prepared to fight them and to have them prepare to surrender."

"Then what are you all going to do? You aren't going to fight Xingtian, are you?"

Hun gave an affirmative answer: "That's right. Since the enemy has been confirmed, then we go and fight. It just so happens we can also scout their camp situation. We are going now, you walk slowly."

Before Limu could say another word, Hun spurred his horse into a gallop. They even bypassed the fake camp and charged directly into the sparse forest on the side. This time they dispatched twelve riders, which was four Small Teams, carrying bows, Fire Arrows, and Short Horse Spears—these Weapons.

They used Short Horse Spears because the terrain and vegetation of this era made it difficult for horse spears several meters long to be effective. Conversely, a slightly shorter horse spear that was still longer than a strong Spear could exert a relatively greater effect in such an environment. They also had Knives, but they tried to kill the enemy before the enemy could touch them.

A dozen or so cavalrymen, holding horse spears, galloped across the Wasteland. Suzhong, now reduced to a jog, felt great unease in his heart because he heard the sound of beasts running, and the number was not small. He looked toward the direction of the sound, but there was only some dust and smoke, and he could not see the people clearly.

However, he subconsciously felt that those were definitely the people riding beasts they had seen yesterday. It could not just be simple beasts; it must be the enemy catching up. He felt he could not outrun them, so he wanted to find a tree to hide behind first.

Unfortunately, his speed was too slow. Before he reached the tree he was aiming for, those people behind had already caught up. At this moment, he also saw the full picture; that attire was completely unlike what a human should have.

Riding tall and sturdy beasts, they seemed to be wearing clothes made of metal, holding very long Weapons that flashed with a cold light. It was truly too terrifying. And the sound of those horse hooves trampling the ground in unison made him feel exceptionally fearful.