Chapter 1622: Seeking Answers

Baifeng sent out the few Soldiers in the camp to clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and capture Slaves. At the same time, he arranged for the cooking Squad to prepare good food and dishes for the Soldiers returning from the great battle. This time, he had all the meat they brought with them stewed in one pot; even if it was salted or cured meat, it was still quite a delicious treat, as there was no other meat to eat here.

Baifeng sat on his chair quite comfortably, humming a little tune. The camp was also in a very relaxed atmosphere, not only because they had won this war, but also because it was clear at a glance that the war had been won easily and there could not have been many casualties, so what was the need for any somber emotions?

But soon, a Soldier running over with quick steps broke this tranquility.

"King! We have captured Xingtian alive, but he insists on coming to see you."

Baifeng became interested: "See me? Alright, but he actually wasn't killed by Xuanyuan. What does he want by saying he wants to see me?"

The Soldier shook his head: "He didn't say, but he doesn't look like he's prepared to surrender. He is already heavily wounded, but he is truly too formidable. We are escorting him over, and he is unwilling to hand over his Weapon either. King, perhaps you should take precautions; he is a bit too fierce, and I fear that two or three people won't be able to stop him."

Baifeng was a bit excited now. He could meet the God of War, a living person like a hegemon, a human who could be considered a superman; he had to meet him. However, he also had to take precautions. The chance of Xingtian surrendering was too small; after all, in history, even Shennong surrendered, yet Xingtian still refused to submit, and even after his head was cut off, he still wanted to seek revenge on Xuanyuan.

"Let him come over; I also want to see him."

At the same time, Baifeng also had someone bring out his gun. After Baifeng carefully inspected it, loaded the Black Powder, and pressed in a slug, the flint and everything else were fine, so Baifeng felt relieved and placed it by his side.

Although the power of this Black Powder Gun was still not great enough, it was no problem to shoot through a human at close range. Otherwise, Baifeng would have had no need to build it. It was just that loading was troublesome, and if used too many times, the inside of the barrel would get clogged and had to be cleaned carefully, otherwise, it would explode.

Baifeng sat steadily on his chair, watching a group of people holding Weapons escort Xingtian over. Xingtian's condition at this moment looked quite poor; after all, blood was still flowing. If he were willing to surrender, there would still be a chance to save his life, because the wounds did not look fatal, just too numerous. They were a bit terrifying and ghastly, and he could even bleed to death.

Xuanyuan was also to the side, looking back at Baifeng, then sat on a chair brought to him by his tribesmen and took a large gulp of water from a gourd; the smell of blood on his body was quite choking.

Baifeng ignored Xingtian and instead asked Xuanyuan first: "How is it? Are you injured? Where is Shennong?"

"I am fine. This Armor of yours is indeed useful; it blocked quite a bit for me. I didn't see Shennong; Limu took people to capture him. I estimate it won't be long before he can be captured back. Dead or alive doesn't matter; as long as he can be captured back, then this war of ours can be considered over."

Seeing that Baifeng ignored him, Xingtian took two more steps forward, but the Huaxia Soldiers hurriedly used their Spears to hold him back, not letting him advance any further.

Looking at Xingtian now, he was truly outrageously domineering, which reminded Baifeng of the basketball player Shaq, but looking at that body mass, he was even stronger. One arm felt thicker than Baifeng's thigh. No wonder he could be like a human-shaped Bed Crossbow; if he didn't have strength, then who would dare say they had great strength?

Fortunately, his hair was already matted to his body by blood at this time, otherwise, if he had displayed a "hair standing on end in anger" in front of Baifeng, Baifeng would probably have been scared into jumping up from his chair and running. Even with Xingtian in this state, Baifeng still had no confidence he could beat him; in any case, one person definitely wouldn't be enough.

The large axe in Xingtian's hand was somewhat chipped. He asked Baifeng in a muffled voice: "You are the Tribal Chief of Huaxia, Baifeng?"

Baifeng looked Xingtian in the eye: "Yes, I am Baifeng. You are in this state, yet you still insist on coming to see me. Why?"

Xuanyuan was to the side, silent; he did not hope for Xingtian to say anything about surrendering.

Fortunately, Xingtian did not have that thought: "I just wanted to see what the Tribal Chief of a tribe that could possess so many powerful Soldiers looks like. Also, what is the deal with that Heavenly Thunder of yours, and that wooden frame that can throw stones so far."

Regarding Xingtian's questions, Baifeng answered truthfully: "The Heavenly Thunder you speak of, we call it a Bomb. It is made by combining many things and mixing them together; it explodes upon contact with fire. As long as the quantity is large enough, it can blow people to death. Of course, this is not something people of your era can understand; at least after another thousand years, maybe it will be possible to make it."

Xuanyuan took a tactical drink of water, choked by Baifeng's words. This Baifeng was far too confident. He thought that at most in a few years or a dozen years, he would replicate the Bomb, but Baifeng said a thousand years directly—was he really not bragging?

Actually, Xuanyuan was also curious about how Baifeng made those things; they didn't look like things people could imagine or create at all. It was too outrageous.

"A thousand years later? Then how did you make it, and how did you know?"

Baifeng gave Xingtian the answer that was easiest to accept by comparison: "Because I am the Son of the Heavenly God. In my head, I carry a lot of knowledge taught to me by the Heavenly God. I have long since made many things you wouldn't even think of. The Bomb is just one of them. If you go to our Huaxia City and see it, you will know."

Xingtian ignored Baifeng's temptation and did not pursue the truth of the so-called Son of the Heavenly God theory, only asking: "Then that wooden frame, what method was used to make it? Why is it that just a few pieces of wood are more powerful than Kuafu? Even Kuafu doesn't have that much strength."

Baifeng had a Soldier pick up two stones and a wooden stick from the ground. He placed one stone on the armrest of his chair, rested the wooden stick on it to make a seesaw shape, then placed the other stone on the far end of the stick. With a light press of his finger, that stone flew out.

Baifeng did not explain further, saying only one sentence: "It is just like this. See if you can figure it out."

Xuanyuan watched this action of Baifeng's, his mouth agape in surprise. He did not expect the principle of the catapult to be so simple, but the two things didn't look related at all!

After watching, Xingtian just stared blankly for a few seconds; it was unknown whether he actually understood. However, he suddenly said to Baifeng and Xuanyuan: "I want to challenge the two of you. If you can defeat me, then the Shennong Clan will be considered wiped out by you."