Chapter 1589: A Few Fools Get Captured

However, all the Huaxia Soldiers had learned one sentence in the Wulenge language: "Drop your Weapon, surrender and you will not be killed."

"Hey, can you understand us? How dare you come over here?"

The Huaxia Soldiers shouted, while Wulian and his men were both confused and afraid; they had agreed to come together, so why were they the only ones left? This was indeed Wulian's fault, as he did not even know to look back once. If he had looked back at that time, he might have been able to see the savages walking back.

Tuomao's plan was full of holes, but it just so happened to encounter this greenhorn First Soldier, who had nothing but physical strength, yet lacked the slightest bit of combat experience, or even any experience at all, and was being led around in circles by others.

Seeing these savages so confused, the Huaxia Soldiers did not think much, knowing they could not understand, so they shouted in unison the only sentence they knew in the Wulenge Tribe language: "Drop your Weapon, surrender and you will not be killed!"

Wulian understood this sentence early on, and they were also tempted. When you are surrounded by a group of enemies with better Weapons than your own and in greater numbers, and they are shouting slogans so in unison, the sound reaches straight to the bottom of your heart. Furthermore, this was the enemy's base camp; he had brought the Wulenge Tribe Soldiers here to fight, and there had been a certain amount of hope, but now, with just these few people, they would certainly die.

Wulian no longer had the pride of the First Soldier, nor that spirit of a warrior who viewed death as a return home; his brothers were the same. They were all shaken. When the Huaxia finished shouting for the third time, a Wulenge Tribe Soldier clattered and threw down his Weapon.

Wulian glanced at it and said nothing, instead asking the Huaxia a question, but he said a long string of words that not a single Huaxia person understood. They just kept repeating that one sentence: "Drop your Weapon, surrender and you will not be killed," and pushed their Spears a bit closer.

Wulian finally obediently put down his own Weapon, and afterwards, they were prodded with Spears and taken to the Huaxia camp. They could no longer touch their Weapons, which were eventually picked up by the Huaxia Soldiers.

Then they were tied up tightly with ropes, and after that, no one paid any attention to them. No matter how they shouted or what they said, no one cared. Finding it was of no use, Wulian and the others stopped struggling.

It was just that Wulian had not expected that he, the First Soldier, would be defeated so frustratingly, so... in any case, everything was a bit too different from what he had imagined. His life was already over; he could not return to the Shenhu, and his women and his cattle and sheep were gone forever. He only hoped that Huaxia would not kill him and would just treat him as a Slave; such a sturdy Slave as him would still be very useful.

"Division Commander, you tell me, what is wrong with them? Just those few people, coming over to throw their lives away, or are they trying to numb us?"

Zhang also could not see through this maneuver; could it be some kind of brilliant tactic?

"I don't understand, I don't understand, but we must not be numbed. We must keep a close watch and not let their main force actually slip in."

"That is for sure, Division Commander, don't you worry."

The next day, when the sky was bright, not a single savage had been seen coming over since last night. Huaxia now felt that the people of the Wulenge Tribe might have all run away, because the sounds of cattle and sheep could no longer be heard. Normally at this hour, the cattle and sheep should be eating the Grass covered in dew while the weather was not yet hot; it was impossible for there to be no movement at this hour, and the Wulenge Tribe could not have tied the mouths of all the cattle and sheep.

Thus, the strategy was temporarily changed: the Cavalry would go ahead to scout for ambushes, and then the Soldiers behind would follow. They would not wait to attack in the afternoon; if they were really going to run, they would be far away by the afternoon.

At this time, the several tribes of the Wulenge Tribe had already scattered, each choosing a direction to go. One of the tribes was even bolder, heading north and preparing to circle behind Huaxia. Although bold, if it succeeded, it would be quite safe; after all, Huaxia would not expect anyone to do such a thing.

The other tribes just set off normally, gambling on their luck to see whose luck was bad enough to be caught.

The largest tribe, which was Tuomao's tribe, said they were going to take the most dangerous path, which was straight ahead, but in reality, after walking forward for a distance, they turned north. He wanted to cut in front of another tribe heading north; as long as he walked faster, the danger would be for the tribe behind him.

However, they only thought that if they walked through the night, they would pull away the distance, and they completely did not expect that Huaxia had no baggage and their marching speed was quite fast. It did not take long for them to reach the place where they had camped yesterday. However, the corpses of Heshuo and the others were still lying there, unmoved; a night had passed, and they were already infested with maggots.

The Cavalry that had acted yesterday had not paid attention at first, but after a rough glance, they discovered that the number of dead was actually quite high, more than the people they had killed yesterday. Upon closer inspection, the head of one of the people displayed there was clearly not cut off by them.

Regarding this abnormal situation, they immediately reported it to Zhang. Zhang covered his nose, came over to take a look, and discovered that several of them were very sturdy and should have been Leaders or the like, but they had died so miserably, as if they had been killed by their own people.

If one were to make a reasonable guess, could it be that there was a disagreement over how to deal with Huaxia? There should have been no one prepared to surrender; perhaps they were divided into two factions, one favoring war and one favoring escape.

As of now, the ones favoring escape had won, because nothing was left here, and those favoring war had been killed. There were also a few fools they had captured, presumably the scouts they had seen yesterday, who had returned and told their clansmen about the situation, and with the Cavalry showing their faces, it made this small tribe realize they could not win, so they chose the most correct direction.

For Huaxia, the next step was naturally to pursue; they had no other choice. Since they had finally encountered them, how could they let them go? But after carefully examining the tracks, they found traces in many directions; it seemed they had split up and run.

Huaxia could not just pick one at random to pursue; if they were going to pursue, they would pursue the one that looked the most cost-effective, the one that looked the largest in scale.

Thus, once the direction was determined, they continued the pursuit without stopping. The direction happened to be the Tuomao Tribe; with those sheep hooves and sheep dung as signposts, those little plans of Tuomao were of no use at all.

Wulian and the others were tied up and driven along, but because they had not yet been completely beaten into submission, they were not yet made to do hard labor. Once they could capture a few more people, they would let them replace the Soldiers to carry these supplies.