Chapter 1621: The End of the Battle of Changyang

"Tribal Chief! Tribal Chief, hurry and escape!"

A group of Shennong Clan stragglers, holding sharp knives, surrounded Shennong. Shennong's hands trembled as he loudly questioned, "Why have you come up here! Why are you not out there fighting to hold them back!"

One of the Soldiers spoke up loudly: "Tribal Chief! In this situation, there is no way to stop them anymore. It is only a matter of time before they reach Changyang Mountain. Once they come up and capture you, Tribal Chief, then our Shennong Clan will be completely defeated."

"But if you, Tribal Chief, withdraw with us, we can go to the Xiqi Tribe or the Ting'ao Tribe. Regardless, as long as we can reach other tribes, and as long as you are alive, our Shennong Clan will not be extinguished."

Having said this, he gave a look, and the other Soldiers crowded around, wanting to forcibly take Shennong away. Seeing this situation, Shennong realized he had to run. Just as the Soldier said, if he stayed alive, there would still be a chance, and it would not lead to the extinction of the Shennong Clan.

Looking below, the enemy was almost up, so without needing to be held, Shennong shouted, "Fine! Let's go! Hurry and go!"

Thus, nearly a hundred fleeing Soldiers took Shennong and began to wind their way behind Changyang Mountain, wanting to escape this place. Seeing this, Limu immediately took a squad of Soldiers and shouted as he went to pursue them.

Shennong had already abandoned his wealth and everything he owned; he only sought to leave this place quickly. The direction they were heading now was toward the Ting'ao Tribe, where his ancestral mother's tribe was located. There, he believed he could develop the Shennong Clan once again.

The situation on the mountain had become completely one-sided. The main Xingtian Tribe Soldiers had almost lost their combat effectiveness, or rather, had completely lost their will to fight. The Huaxia Soldiers they faced were so well-equipped that they couldn't even cut through their clothing. Under the night sky, they hadn't noticed, but seeing it now, the others were wearing Iron clothing—how could they fight? It was purely suicide.

Many people began to do as the Slaves did: they put down their Weapons, lay on the ground with their bellies exposed, and prayed not to be killed. Being captured alive meant nothing more than becoming a Slave, but if they were killed, their lives would be gone.

They closed their eyes, but to their surprise, the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers truly ignored them and walked right past them, which left them exceptionally delighted.

The situation had become completely clear. Those willing to surrender had surrendered, and those unwilling were fleeing for their lives. No one was willing to fight this unwinnable battle anymore. They had been protecting Shennong, but now that they couldn't even see a shadow of him, what was there left to fight for?

The Huaxia Cavalry drove across the wilderness, hunting down those attempting to escape. However, they basically killed them as soon as they caught up. It was clear they had no intention of surrendering; they had obviously seen that those who surrendered were not killed, but since they were still running, they could only be killed.

Xingtian had been surrounded. No matter how powerful he was, he was still human. Under the wheel-battle tactics, his strength had been exhausted. He had killed many people, but now no one dared to rush forward rashly. Xingtian was also wounded in many places, but he still stood firmly. Perhaps his final desperate struggle could still kill a few more people. Since he was already bleeding incessantly, it was better to wait until he was too weak to stand. Because at this moment on the battlefield, he was the only enemy left to target; the others were either dead, wounded, or had surrendered. All the Soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, with only a few Heavy Armored Infantry guarding Xingtian.

Covered in blood, Xuanyuan pushed through the crowd and appeared before Xingtian.

"You must be Xingtian. I am Xuanyuan. You are the most powerful Soldier I have ever seen. Now, the Shennong Clan can be considered destroyed by us; we only need to capture the fleeing Shennong."

"I see you are a talent. As long as you are willing to surrender and join our Xuanyuan Tribe, I will give you more wealth and land than you had in the Shennong Clan. You can still be a Leader, a Soldier. How about it?"

Xingtian moved slightly, and the Huaxia Soldiers tightened their grip on their Weapons.

"Xuanyuan? You don't look that impressive, yet we were actually destroyed by you. Where is the Tribal Chief of Huaxia? I want to see what he looks like. Also, I want to know where these Weapons of yours came from. If not for your Heavenly Thunder and those big wooden frames..."

"Even if you were wearing this kind of Iron clothing, I would not be afraid. I want to see the person who created these things right now. Xuanyuan, did you make these?"

Xuanyuan shook his head: "No, they are not mine. They were created by the King of Huaxia, Baifeng."

"Good, then I will go see Baifeng."

Xuanyuan's Knife tightened in his grip. He did not want Xingtian to live to see Baifeng, because he did not want such a powerful Soldier to be gained by Baifeng. If he really let him see Baifeng, he feared he would not be able to resist Baifeng's honeyed words and temptations.

Before Xuanyuan could speak, Shaoyin, also covered in blood, came out and said: "Xingtian, our Tribal Chief is at the foot of the mountain. If you want to see him, you can, but put down your Weapon and we will take you."

Xingtian looked at the notched great axe in his hand and the broken Shield he had discarded, his eyes firm: "No, I will not throw away my Weapon. I have not surrendered yet. With so many of you pointing your Weapons at me, are you afraid of me?"

"Are you a bunch of cowards like mice, or is your Tribal Chief that kind of person?"

Shaoyin was not provoked by him, but he understood that in the current situation, and given Xingtian's injuries, he certainly had no chance of harming the King. So Shaoyin agreed to his request. Xuanyuan secretly thought this was bad, but he could not say anything more. He could only make arrangements for Yinglong and the others to clean up the battlefield properly and provide support for Limu to capture Shennong, while he himself followed along. He had to be involved in the assignment and handling of Xingtian; otherwise, he could not imagine how terrifying Xingtian would be if he held a Huaxia Iron Shield, Huaxia Iron Weapon, and wore Huaxia Heavy Armor.

Just like that, a group of people, their Weapons never resting for a moment, pointed them at the heavily wounded Xingtian and brought him down the mountain to see Baifeng.

At this moment, Baifeng was extremely content. This war had been a complete victory, and there were no more troubles. Although he didn't know if Xingtian would have his head cut off by Xuanyuan and buried separately, resulting in a monster with no head, breasts for eyes, and a navel for a mouth appearing here, nor did he know if Shennong had been captured alive or killed.

But the general direction of history had not changed; only the location of the war had changed from Banquan to Changyang Mountain. However, since historically Xuanyuan had cut off Xingtian's head and buried it at Changyang Mountain, it meant that Banquan was not far from Changyang Mountain. Perhaps he should go and pay his respects to this "historical site"?