Chapter 1573: Personal Martial Prowess

"Tribal Chief, are we just going to let it go like this? I am not reconciled!! How about we give it a go!"

Xingtian held his arm horizontally, blocking everyone: "No, no, we cannot be this impatient. Revenge must be taken, but not this time. There is definitely someone lying in ambush ahead. If we just go up there like this, I fear the losses will be even greater. Go back first! Retreat!"

Xingtian's word was greater than everything. Even if they were still unwilling, they could only retreat angrily now. Xingtian's gaze remained fixed on the front, fearing that those in ambush ahead would suddenly rush out and catch them off guard. Fortunately, everything was stable, and nothing happened. They returned to the camp safely.

Facing such indignant public sentiment, Xingtian could only say that the situation this time was different. The enemy they faced was indeed different from the past; their weapons were better, and they were smarter, so they had to fight steadily.

Xingtian felt a bit of lingering fear at this moment. He had charged over so fiercely the first time; fortunately, he had not encountered that kind of thunder that could explode on the ground, otherwise, he really might not have been able to escape.

After this battle, he had also figured it out: that thing required people to throw it, and it was a big bun. As long as they stood far enough away, or left before it exploded, it was not unsolvable.

It was just that facing that kind of beast that was extremely fast and could be ridden, he was still a bit powerless. Since they could not beat them, they could only defend.

"Have people chop down wood, tie it around the camp, and surround our place. Erect more around it so that their beasts cannot run over."

"Also, prepare more crossbeams. If that thing comes over, carry them over to ram their legs. I don't believe they can still run if their legs are broken!"

After Xingtian gave the order, it was immediately passed down again. Then, the ordinary tribesmen of the Xingtian Tribe, as well as the Slaves, began to be responsible for this order. No matter how tired they were, they had to get to work.

Xingtian also suddenly thought of one thing and asked casually: "How is that kind of Arrow I asked to be made? Has it been made?"

"Has the Arrow been made?"

Because there was no clear person in charge, they could only shout to determine who was making this thing. Soon, after various transmissions and shouts, an Arrow made of bamboo was handed over.

The first thing Xingtian did was frown, because it was made too crudely. He took a look with his eyes; the bamboo was not straight, and while bird feathers were inserted at the back, they were wrinkled, and the tail was not fixed with rope.

The Arrowhead was wood; it had been whittled from wood, then roasted over a fire, and inserted into the bamboo tube.

A whole bundle of a dozen arrows was almost all like this; not one good-looking one could be found. Xingtian was very speechless. He took out a Huaxia Arrow for comparison; the difference was not just a little bit. Not to mention the Arrowhead, the material of the Arrow shaft, and the tail feathers of the other one were all very neat. This one he made was wrinkled—was it of any use?

He asked for a bow again, used strength almost to the point of snapping it, nocked the Arrow his own people made, and shot it out.

It could only be said that as long as the strength was great, the power of the Arrow was also great. The Arrow sank very deep into the soil, but Xingtian had aimed at a tree to the side. This kind of Arrow could be used as long as the person pulling the bow had enough strength, and it could fly very far, but there was absolutely no accuracy. You could only guarantee it would fly forward and not turn around to shoot you, but you could not judge where it would land.

The Huaxia Arrow was different; the accuracy was very high, and it was very obedient. Xingtian broke all the arrows he had made and threw them away, ordering again: "The arrows I want must be the same as Huaxia's, just as straight and just as good. The Arrowhead can be wood or stone, but the other parts must be exactly the same!"

"Xingtian and the others retreated?"

The group in ambush discovered something was wrong. The Cavalry went back to take a look and found that the Xingtian Tribe had truly retreated. Their ambush naturally had no meaning, so they all put away their Weapons and returned to the camp.

Several Cavalrymen went back and reported the situation to Baifeng, recounting the state at the time word for word. Especially when talking about Xingtian, the few were vivid and dramatic.

"His hair was floating up!"

"Just like when birds fight, the feathers were all puffed up!"

"He was fierce; terrifyingly powerful. That Spear flew over, and I almost couldn't dodge it in time. I felt his arm was a Bed Crossbow; it was too terrifying."

Everyone did not have the slightest bit of belittlement for the enemy; it was all sighs about Xingtian. After all, having encountered such an opponent, who would not feel nervous?

After hearing the specific description, Baifeng let them leave, and only then did he communicate with Xuanyuan.

"Xuanyuan, this time we have truly encountered a powerful opponent. His personal martial prowess is strong; one person can equal a Bed Crossbow, can threaten our Cavalry, and can win in close combat one against three or four—and he was fighting our Huaxia Soldiers."

"He can personally charge into battle; their morale is strong enough, and he can retreat as soon as he says so in such an angry situation. That brain is not usually good, and being able to guess so easily that we had an ambush—this is truly not an ordinary person. I really have my eye on him. If only he could be brought to our Huaxia; it is a real pity he was given to Shennong."

Xuanyuan teased Baifeng: "Do you think such a person would leave the Shennong Clan? If he really joined Huaxia, would you still be able to sleep well? Aren't you afraid he would pierce you through with a Spear?"

Baifeng followed Xuanyuan's line of thought: "Indeed, I like him but I am also afraid. I don't know if you are afraid; you have always liked talent. You like this kind of talent too, right?"

"Of course I like him. According to your Soldiers' words, I fear only those giants of the Kuafu Tribe could compare to Xingtian. And since you have praised him as smart, he is certainly a talent. If he could be kept, of course I would want to keep him."

"But Baifeng, he certainly won't surrender so easily. For the sake of a living Xingtian, are you going to sacrifice the lives of more of our Soldiers? Do you think it's worth it?"

Baifeng immediately denied it: "Personal martial prowess is certainly important, but our Soldiers are even more important. In front of our Huaxia Weapons, one Xingtian cannot equal many people; he is just a Strong Crossbow. If there is an opportunity, we must kill him first."

"Not to mention this, what do you plan to do next? You have completely angered him, but his counterattack this time has not yet begun. What do you want to do, how will you arrange it? Tell me your thoughts, Baifeng."