Chapter 1585: The So-Called Number One Soldier

Not until they felt they had scouted in sufficient detail did they sneakily retreat; along the way, Wulian was still somewhat worried, mainly feeling that the configuration of these Huaxia people was a bit fierce.

The number of people in their Wulengebu was greater than the Huaxia people, yet they discovered that the Huaxia team was exclusively male, all of them Soldiers, without a single woman to be seen; this was a very terrifying thing, because the Wulengebu people he had organized seemingly did not have that many men.

Although he could not see whether their Weapons were good or not, he could see that their physiques were quite strong; Wulian did not dare say that he, as the number one Soldier of the Wulengebu, could take on several of them at once. With similar Weapons, he only felt he could take on three or four; this was a quite conservative estimate.

In his own tribe, if it were a fight with wooden sticks or bare hands, he could take on over a dozen people alone; if it weren't for this, could he be the number one Soldier of the Wulengebu?

This was also where Tuomao had some concerns, because Wulian was too good at fighting; if a real fight broke out, his own people would suffer great losses. If there were no prior preparations, Wulian could take out all those Tribal Chiefs by himself. That physique and that strength were not fake at all, so he also really wanted Wulian to participate in the war against Huaxia; in that case, their chances of winning would be even greater. Wulian alone could count for ten people.

Wulian moved quickly across the barren slope, but along the path the Huaxia people had taken, he had already discovered a lot of dripping blood on the road; he only hoped this was the blood of sheep, not the blood of their tribesmen.

Fortunately, fortunately, the largest amounts of blood they saw were found in the place where the sheep were herded, and they did not find any human corpses, so this must be the blood of sheep.

Picking up speed to return, they discovered that there was still some scattered blood on the ground; the Huaxia people didn't seem to have captured that many sheep to take back, did they?

Tuomao saw that Wulian and his group had returned, so he immediately told the others: "Wulian is here, keep your mouths shut. If you don't know what to say, then don't say anything; let me do the talking, don't let anything slip."

"Understood!"

As for their emotions, so many of their own people had died, so they certainly could not be happy; one by one they were all hanging their heads, and they were not happy at all because they had killed Heshuo. They hadn't originally planned to kill Heshuo so quickly; it was just that Tuomao hadn't been able to hold back.

"Wulian! Wulian! Did you see the Huaxia people?"

Wulian heard Tuomao's shout; he had never seen Tuomao be this enthusiastic toward him since their first meeting. A Tuomao with such an appearance was definitely up to no good; previously, when talking about Huaxia matters, he would never have used such a tone or expression.

Wulian saw the corpses behind Tuomao and instantly felt uneasy in his heart, because he did not see his brothers. Those brothers of his were the group he was closest to; he had brought them from the Shenhu Tribe, and each one was an excellent Soldier, and his feelings for them were extremely deep—they were not just some random savages.

"Heshuo? Heshuo? Where are you all?!"

Tuomao immediately pressed the corners of his mouth down, clenched his fingers, and shouted to Wulian with a sorrowful expression: "Wulian! Heshuo and the others were killed by the Huaxia people; we lost so many tribesmen!"

Wulian, who had almost never experienced any war, naturally had not experienced much death. The Shenhu Tribe was a stable, wealthy, and peaceful tribe; there were not so many deaths there.

Now, hearing that his good brother was already dead, such news stunned Wulian, and the few people beside him were also stunned for a moment.

Afterward, Wulian shouted loudly: "Heshuo!"

"Brother!"

The group's footsteps began to quicken, changing from a jog to a sprint. They rushed in front of the pile of corpses, searching for Heshuo's body. Seeing Heshuo's head placed right next to his body, and the bloody, broken appearance of the severed part, Wulian felt extreme discomfort in his heart. A feeling of wanting to vomit surged up; he felt his stomach churning, and that discomfort had already surpassed his sorrow.

The others were all in a similar state; none of them had ever seen such a bloody scene, and one by one they all began to retch. However, this appearance made Tuomao and the others extremely puzzled. They sniffed hard, but did not smell anything that would make one vomit. Of course, if these corpses were left for three more days, they would definitely vomit after smelling them, but why were they vomiting now?

A Tribal Chief asked Tuomao in a low voice, somewhat puzzled: "They... they haven't killed anyone before, have they? They haven't fought in a war?"

Tuomao also suddenly felt this guess was a bit reasonable. A group living in the wealthy and stable Shenhu Tribe, where would they get a war to fight?

Most of the wars of the Wulengebu were fought by tribes like theirs; the Shenhu Tribe just guarded a Shenhu and enjoyed life. It was not impossible for someone called the strongest Soldier to have never experienced war; he might have only fought with wild beasts.

However, with Wulian in such a state, how could he fight against Huaxia? Those Huaxia people used their Knives without any hesitation, killing as soon as they spoke, and their martial power was strong. What use was a Wulian like this? Would he fall to the ground and start vomiting after slashing someone once?

Tuomao's intent to kill rose again; such a Soldier was of no use at all, it would be better to...

A Tribal Chief pressed down on Tuomao's hand, because he saw that Tuomao's hand was already resting on that Sword.

"Wulian? What is wrong with you all? The Huaxia people killed your brothers and killed our tribesmen; what are you doing lying on the ground, what are you vomiting for?

Is this the so-called number one Soldier of the Wulengebu? You are even more timid than the jumping rabbits on the grassland! What use are you? Too incompetent, you don't deserve this title of number one Soldier."

Being insulted like this, Wulian felt some grievances and a sense of defiance in his heart; he wanted to take up his Weapon immediately and attack Huaxia.

"I want revenge! I want to kill them! I want to kill the Huaxia people! Give me men, I will lead men to kill them!!!"

Wulian's eyes were bloodshot, snot was running from his nose, and there was saliva and vomit at the corners of his mouth. Added to his somewhat rugged, savage face, he looked exceptionally ferocious now, and still a bit scary.

But it was a pity, Tuomao and the others already knew that Wulian just looked fierce; psychologically, he was already lacking by a large margin. As for his saying he wanted men to attack Huaxia right now, that was not even worth thinking about. Did he really think of himself as a commander? Let him be the vanguard and cannon fodder tomorrow.