Chapter 1567: One Against Three

"Alright Suzhong, you stay here. I will lead the men to take revenge. Tell me, what is the situation on their side? How many people do they have, and what are their weapons like?"

Suzhong's eyes showed a hint of panic: "Tribal Chief, they didn't let me enter the camp. I could only see many wooden sheds. There were many patrolling Soldiers there, and every one of them held an Iron Spear. Isn't it a bit too dangerous to charge in so rashly?"

Xingtian remained unmoved: "If we don't go and fight, how will we know how strong they are? And what about this grudge? We must go and fight!"

Having said that, Xingtian ignored Suzhong and set off directly with his men. Based on his past experience, the many men he brought were already enough; at the very least, they could take their revenge and still return. How many tribes could withstand such an attack from them? What more did the Huaxia Xuanyuan Tribe have? Could it be that they had an abundance of Soldiers?

And there was the Heavenly Thunder; he did not know if it was true or false, but if he did not go and see, how would he know?

Hun had already returned and reported the results of the battle. Although it was only a small victory, the goal had been achieved and it went very smoothly, so Baifeng let them go and rest. There would be no more actions during the day, and he would wait until nightfall to see whether to take advantage of the darkness to harass them again.

The fake camp was also under strict patrol at all times. On the trees on both flanks and on the ground, there were Soldiers patrolling back and forth, just to prevent a sneak attack. Since they themselves were capable of launching sneak attacks, how could the enemy abandon such a good method of attack?

Although Xingtian believed that he had a large number of people and strong combat power, he was not stupid enough to charge head-on. Revenge, after all, must be done by sneaking over, finding the places where their defenses were weak, then striking hard to wear down their combat power, and then retreating.

Therefore, he chose the left flank, because on his right side was the Boshui. Although Huaxia did not camp right next to the Boshui, the vegetation there was sparser, and a tribe with so many people living in it must have people constantly fetching water from the Boshui, making it easy to expose their target. However, mobilizing so many people was not for the sake of killing those doing chores, so they had to act from the left flank.

The distance was visible to the naked eye, but walking over was truly not close. It took a long time before they could barely see the figures patrolling the camp over there.

Xingtian immediately ordered the Soldiers to spread out more to shrink their target, so as to avoid being discovered too early.

But the patrolling Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers had already noticed the figures. After taking a closer look and confirming it was an enemy raid, they immediately blew their whistles to sound the alarm.

In the sparse forest, pigeon whistles rang out one after another, and the locations were all different. Xingtian also knew he had been exposed, but he would not give up the attack because of this. Instead, he decisively gave the order to start searching for targets immediately and attack upon sight.

The sentries were only responsible for vigilance and did not need to risk fighting one against many. Thus, those on the ground who could retreat did so quickly, waiting to join the support team and counterattack. As for those in the trees, they steadied their positions and remained motionless, continuing to hide themselves. When the battle began, the Crossbows in their hands would be used to fire cold shots, and they could also descend from the trees to catch them off guard.

Xingtian's speed was ultimately a bit slow and he failed to catch up, so he turned his target directly toward the Huaxia camp and charged straight in.

At the fake camp, the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe had arranged over a thousand Soldiers, and adding those ambushing and patrolling on the two flanks, the entire fake camp had two thousand people.

Upon hearing the pigeon whistles, the main force quickly gathered and charged toward the direction of the alarm. However, the right flank did not move, because they had to ensure that their side would not be sneak-attacked.

After joining the main force, the sentries stopped fleeing and immediately assumed a counterattack posture, ready to fight. The ambush troops on the left flank were the first to join up; their numbers had reached over four hundred, but they were still mainly Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers, whose Weapons and armor were somewhat inferior, while the Huaxia Soldiers looked like elites.

Xingtian held a large axe in one hand and a Shield in the other, taking the lead; he looked just like a bull standing on its hind legs, appearing exceptionally intimidating.

The Huaxia Soldiers were the first to attack using their limited number of Bow and Crossbows. Two waves of Arrow rain hit and wounded over a dozen people, and even Xingtian's Shield was pierced by an Arrow. But it was too late to continue using the Bow and Crossbows, so everyone put them away, picked up their Knives and Shields, and began to charge.

Three Huaxia Soldiers had a clear goal, pointing directly at Xingtian, because he looked like the leader at a glance. Although they were not sure if he was Xingtian, as long as they took him down, it would definitely be a great achievement. Besides, capturing the leader first to capture the gang was something they all knew well; as long as he was taken down, the others would fall into chaos.

Furthermore, the Xuanyuan Tribe's equipment was not good, so they definitely could not let them face such a fierce person; that would be throwing their lives away. Only those like themselves with superior equipment could do it. However, no one felt they could beat Xingtian alone, and two people would barely manage, so the three of them tacitly chose to go up together.

Xingtian enjoyed the feeling of being taken seriously and erupted with his full strength. Facing the siege of the Huaxia Soldiers, he was not afraid at all; the large axe in his hand looked as light as a feather.

A Soldier slashed with a Knife, but it was dodged, and then an axe strike came over. The Soldier hurriedly used his Shield to block and retreated, while the other two quickly stepped forward to follow up with attacks.

Xingtian withdrew his force, turned sideways to block with his axe, and chose to attack the person closest to him. This axe landed squarely on the Shield, and the Shield-bearing Soldier felt his arm go numb, and the Shield seemed to be cracking.

Not all of them had Knives and Shields like this; it was half and half, because the Huaxia Soldiers had a clear division of labor, and one person could not carry too many Weapons. The three of them were not carrying Bow and Crossbows.

Seeing their Tribal Chief being targeted, Xingtian Tribe Soldiers came up to relieve him and successfully pulled away one Huaxia Soldier. Now Xingtian was one-on-two, which was even easier.

But the main force's reinforcements had not yet arrived. These people were almost all fighting one against two, and they were at a great disadvantage in numbers, so the pressure was immense. Added to that, their Weapon configurations were actually similar, so they had no advantage at all and could only fight while retreating.

The Huaxia Soldiers all actively chose to engage the stronger Xingtian Tribe elites who held good Weapons, leaving the other ordinary Soldiers to the Xuanyuan Tribe people. For a time, they were locked in an inextricable battle.

Although the Huaxia Soldiers were elites who had undergone long-term training, the Xingtian Tribe elites were all forged in slaughter, so they were not a bit inferior to the Huaxia Soldiers.