Chapter 1584: Where Has No One Ever Died on the Land?

The brutal Huaxia have left. Those Soldiers and the Tribal Chief were all questioning Tuomao about what exactly the Huaxia had said. Fearing it would affect the morale of the army, Tuomao directly omitted the Huaxia's call to surrender and instead said: "They said that after the sun rises tomorrow, they are coming to attack us. Furthermore, they said their Knives are extremely sharp; they don't need a second strike to sever our necks."

Tuomao's expression was grave: "The Huaxia have threatened and insulted us like this; are we just going to wait to be killed by them? Hurry, send people now to see exactly how many Huaxia there are. We will drive the livestock far away today and have the women and children guard them. All men, take up your Weapons and attack the Huaxia!"

"Attack tonight?"

Tuomao felt uneasy: "No, better not tonight. Tonight we will move our dwellings to this hillside and wait for the Huaxia to come. We will stand above, which will make fighting easier. Let the Huaxia people climb the slope."

"Tribal Chief Tuomao, we all listen to you. You are the smartest person we have here."

Tuomao looked into the distance. He felt that Wulian might be returning soon, so he had people move the corpses of Heshuo and the others, along with the corpses of the tribesmen just killed, to one place, preparing to attribute everything to the Huaxia.

But looking at those tattered corpses, they didn't look like the work of the Huaxia at all, especially the wounds. The Huaxia, when they slashed, would either strike the neck directly or even decapitate the head; they wouldn't pierce through the waist like this.

If Wulian were a bit foolish and didn't look closely, that would be fine, but if Wulian looked carefully and discovered the clues, it would be bad. After all, they still needed Wulian and his few powerful Soldiers to contribute.

Thinking of this, Tuomao actually regretted killing Heshuo and the others. The main thing was that he hadn't expected the Huaxia to be so fierce; otherwise, he would have kept Heshuo and the others to fight the Huaxia tomorrow, and after the battle was over, he could have just killed them off during the night. That way he could have obtained everything. He had been too impatient.

Tuomao looked at the corpses, asked for a Stone Axe, and began hacking away at Heshuo's neck. The Stone Axe, which usually felt sharp, now felt a bit too dull. He hacked four or five times, but still hadn't completely severed the neck, and it looked as if the bones had almost been smashed to pieces.

Tuomao didn't care and continued to use force. After two more axe strikes, Heshuo's head finally fell off his neck. Although it was exceptionally bloody, in order to make Wulian believe it, he had no other choice.

He did not decapitate the others, but merely made a deep cut on the necks of the corpses that had almost stopped bleeding, creating the illusion that they had been slashed by the Huaxia. He piled all the unimportant people together and placed the corpses of Heshuo and the few Soldiers of his own tribe to the side, so that Wulian could see them at a glance.

The Wulenge tribe did not have the custom of burying corpses. They would place the corpses on high mountains to be eaten by wolves and wild beasts, and finally, they would kill and eat these beasts that came to eat the corpses. To put it nicely, it was called returning everything the Heaven God gave back to the Heaven God, but in reality, it was just using the corpses as bait. After all, there was so much meat, and since people couldn't eat human flesh, just abandoning it was a bit too wasteful.

But they only did this when a relatively large number of people died together. For those who died suddenly of acute illness, or those they considered to have died of old age, or those who died by other various means, they would not move their positions. Where they died, they would let them dissipate. The wise Bosa once said that on land where people have lived, people have died, so the soil beneath their feet is full of dead people; these newly dead ones should just be handled the same as before.

Wulian watched for a long time from the mountaintop and discovered that the Huaxia were already setting up camp. This was good news for him; at least it meant the Huaxia would not continue moving forward in the wrong direction. Moreover, they had sent some people out, and looking at the direction they went, they would definitely see the Wulenge tribe. So, Huaxia people, please do not run far away.

After some time passed, Wulian led a few people down, but their movements were sneaky because they wanted to see the detailed situation of the Huaxia; it was a bit hard to see from so far away.

However, their figures moving downward were clearly seen by Zhang and the others, because they had a Telescope.

Originally, Zhang was worried about whether those people were lying in ambush on the mountaintop, because the tactical conditions there were simply too good. But after observing for so long, he didn't see much movement, and coupled with Wulian and his few men sneaking down later, it made Zhang suspect more that there were only a few sentries on the mountaintop.

Added to the news brought back by the Cavalry, although that tribe was very weak, the configuration of men, women, old, and young they saw was basically fine and reasonable. Even if their elite Soldiers were truly lying in ambush on the mountaintop, there wouldn't be many, at most one or two hundred. Furthermore, from a positional standpoint, it was also unreasonable, because that mountaintop was too far from where they grazed; if a war really broke out, they would be completely unable to provide support in time.

Therefore, the doubts about the mountaintop were basically resolved. After seeing Wulian and the others come down, they again sent out a falcon to look. If there were still people above, the falcon would naturally express it in its own way, but they only circled once and then returned, indicating that there was really nothing left up there.

When Wulian and the others were walking down, they happened to see the returning Cavalry. Because the distance was close enough this time, they saw it quite clearly. When Wulian saw these Huaxia actually riding mountain winds, he was already so shocked he couldn't speak. This was too absurd; how did they catch up to the mountain winds, and how did they tame them?

Riding wild beasts wasn't impossible; he had ridden yaks too. It was just that the kind of yaks they tamed simply couldn't carry him, the speed was slow, and riding them wasn't comfortable; it was very unnecessary. Wild yaks were big enough, as big as a mountain, but who dared to approach them? No one dared to think about touching them. If they really had that ability, they would have tamed those huge yaks when they were taming, instead of the small yaks they had now.

More importantly, they saw the sheep being carried on the horses of those people; the blood had dyed the sheep's wool red, yet those Huaxia looked as usual, seemingly completely unaffected.

This gave Wulian a great sense of crisis. Being able to snatch so many sheep from their tribe and then retreat unscathed was not ordinary prowess. He feared his own tribesmen had suffered casualties.

Although anxious, Wulian did not dare to return immediately, but continued to lie there observing the situation of the Huaxia, watching them skin the sheep and eat the meat, his heart filled with extreme anger.