Chapter 1566: I Cannot Catch Up

At the same time, Xingtian also ordered everyone to search the Battalion grounds for such arrows. Since there was this one, there would naturally be more. Every arrow here was of extraordinary value; after all, the arrowheads were made of metal. Xingtian also recognized that it was Iron, the same material as the Weapons he had been rewarded with by Shennong after they were captured.

When this metal fell into his own hands, even if it was only a little, he was happy because it was very precious. But it also presented Xingtian with a very thorny problem: his enemies could shoot such metal into his territory without the slightest bit of heartache. Just how many metal Weapons must they have in their hands? Was it so many that they could never use them all up?

Looking at his own men, although there were over three thousand people equipped with metal Weapons, compared to his enemies, it seemed a bit insufficient. Moreover, the Iron Weapons he had obtained were all longer than theirs. A considerable portion of his own Soldiers still used metal Weapons that were not Copper Swords or Copper Knives, but Copper Spears, where only the tip was metal.

It was not to say that this was bad; such Weapons were not only longer but also consumed less metal. However, this could reflect from another angle: for a tribe that could use Iron to manufacture such long Knives and Swords, would they have few Iron Spears and Iron Lances in their hands? The quantity was likely far beyond his imagination. If his enemies were fully equipped with metal Weapons, then this battle of his really seemed difficult to fight.

Why did Shennong believe last year that the Jiang Yuwang Tribe had defeated the enemy because of a small amount of Iron Weapons? Because they did not believe a tribe could have everyone using such good Weapons. Those who could use such good Weapons must be the most important Soldiers or Leaders. That so many Iron Weapons were obtained by Jiang Yuwang proved their great battle results. As for the other Stone Weapons, there was no need to give them to Shennong, and Shennong would not want them either.

So last year Shennong believed it, and Xingtian believed it too. But now that Xingtian looked at it this way, they had all been deceived. Those Weapons could probably even be traded for things if they were taken to trade with the other side.

Several Soldiers' corpses were also brought over at this time. Without exception, each of them had an Arrow stuck in their body. The corpses were still warm, but the people were gone.

However, there was still one person with an Arrow stuck in him who walked over by himself. Blood bubbles were already starting to emerge from the corners of his mouth and nose. When the crowd saw his appearance, they hurriedly cleared a path.

"Tribal Chief... save... save me..."

Xingtian hurriedly went over to support the Soldier, his face full of concern. He looked at the Soldier's chest and back, only to see an Arrow stuck deep into the front, the arrowhead buried inside, invisible to the eye, and it had not pierced through the back.

Xingtian knew the Soldier definitely could not survive, because a beast struck in the chest like this would certainly not survive either. Now the Soldier's breath was constantly weakening, and Xingtian could only comfort him: "Endure it, I will pull the Arrow out for you; this will save you."

"Okay... Tribal Chief, pull it..."

Xingtian's care for these Soldiers was genuine, not just for show, but pulling the Arrow to save someone was merely a comfort. Saving him was definitely impossible; how could one save him?

Xingtian gripped the Arrow shaft hard and began to pull, but the arrowhead had barbs and had broken a rib to get inside, so it was very difficult to pull out. Xingtian's pull instead made the Soldier scream in agony, blood foam constantly flowing from his mouth. Xingtian did not dare to pull anymore, fearing that this pull would directly kill the Soldier.

But there was no need to worry anymore, because the Soldier simply lay down and began to gasp for air. Before long, he had no breath left and died. A fire was smoldering in everyone's hearts, not to mention that other Soldiers' corpses were constantly being brought over. This sneak attack by Huaxia was tantamount to mobilizing all their rage; they had never been this angry before.

A total of a dozen or so people dared to break into their Xingtian Tribe's Battalion, kill so many people, set a fire, and then just run away casually. This was a great humiliation; who could stand it? Xingtian could not stand it.

At this time, two more people who had been hit by Arrows arrived, but their Arrows had not hit vital points, so they would not die. Xingtian personally pulled the Arrows for them. The pain made both of them shed tears, and they almost bit their teeth to pieces, but they still held on, though they were bleeding very heavily.

Xingtian grabbed several handfuls of grass ash from the side of the campfire and smeared it onto the wounds to stop the bleeding. This was their customary operation.

Subsequently, Xingtian pulled the Arrow out of the body of the Soldier who had just died with force, then roared: "They have bullied us like this; we must take revenge! Liugong! Take eight hundred men and kill them with me! If they dare to attack us, then we will go and attack them!"

"Yes!"

The Soldier named Liugong immediately began picking men. Many Soldiers participated enthusiastically, all very proactive; there was no need to select at all. But Xingtian said how many, so it was how many. He did not think it was necessary to commit all his forces at once, and he still had to guard against Huaxia sneaking in again.

The final number was not eight hundred; it was estimated that it definitely exceeded one thousand, because eight hundred was just an approximate number and would not be that precise, as the Xingtian Tribe had no military construction or organization, unlike Huaxia.

Among these Soldiers, not every one was an elite; two-thirds were ordinary Soldiers, but they were as excited and eager as the elites. In the Xingtian Tribe, if you did not work hard to perform and show your martial prowess, you would always be a low-class Soldier. Only Soldiers who could fight better and fought more could gain Xingtian's attention and recognition, thus becoming elite Soldiers and obtaining higher treatment.

Just as they finished preparing, Suzhong arrived panting. He ran until he knelt before Xingtian and was almost vomiting, because he had run too fiercely, completely using a sprinting speed to run a long-distance race.

Xingtian did not expect Suzhong to still be alive. Seeing his appearance, Xingtian had to let him catch his breath before speaking.

Suzhong gasped for air and said intermittently: "Tribal... Tribal Chief... they, they Huaxia... came to attack... came... twelve... twelve people... riding beasts..."

Xingtian steadied his emotions: "They have already left after the attack. We lost a dozen or so Soldiers and were just preparing to go take revenge. Why are you only saying this now? I thought you were already dead."

Suzhong's face turned white: "Tribal Chief... we, when we were negotiating... it didn't go well, but, but... they didn't kill me, they let me... come back. The other side is the Xuanyuan Huaxia... tribe.

I was halfway there... when I encountered them riding beasts... chasing after me. They even toyed with me... and then said they were coming to attack us...

I started running, but, I couldn't outrun them... they were too fast... I couldn't catch up!!!!"