Chapter 210: The Competition Concludes

Looking at the current situation, those few captured Slaves, even if they had already been frozen to the point of losing consciousness and their brains were reacting slowly, were by this time completely clear about the fate they were about to face.

Those people from the Nuliqu where the incident occurred saw the few people already kneeling there and guessed what was about to happen, while those from the Nuliqu where no incident occurred looked at that place with great confusion, not knowing what Baifeng was going to do.

They had heard before that the Baifeng Tribe did not have the custom of using people for sacrifices, and the facts were indeed so; among so many Slaves, not a single one had been taken for sacrifice up to this point.

Once everyone had arrived at the place in an orderly fashion, Baifeng began to speak, recounting the crimes these Slaves had committed, and then announced their fate: to be beheaded before the spirits to wash away the crimes they had committed. Hearing the truth of the matter, those Slaves also had expressions of "so that's how it is," not feeling afraid, but instead feeling that what Baifeng did was indeed correct.

The current Baifeng Tribe had also increased its Iron production, so they had made thick and heavy Ghost-Slaying Broadswords and equipped a portion of the Soldiers with this kind of Knife. This Knife was also very practical on the battlefield; after all, the weight was there, the chopping was very smooth, and it was most suitable for beheading.

The ropes of those four people were untied, and then they were pressed down to kneel on the ground. At a command, four Soldiers swung their Knives simultaneously, and one after another, they severed their heads; the blood sprayed very high.

The corpses were not cleaned up either; after all, in such cold weather, they would not rot or stink even if left for a long time, nor would they attract flies and the like.

Having intimidated the crowd and simultaneously expressed the fairness of the Baifeng Tribe's competition and their firm resistance to such incidents, the competition for the Slaves then officially began.

It was just that the Slaves' competition really had nothing worth watching; apart from fighting for their lives, there was nothing worth commenting on. The ill-fitting and thin clothing greatly affected their performance in the current low temperatures, and they had no technique either. In Baifeng's view, they were just a bunch of skinny monkeys. However, Baifeng still persisted in watching, hoping to find a few good seedlings to cultivate.

In two days' time, the competition ended. There were no twists or heart-pounding processes, and the competition grounds were relatively silent, without any laughter or cheers, because someone winning represented a leap in class, and the gap between them and the Slaves who were originally the same was suddenly widened. The watching Slaves naturally would not cheer for the winner; there was only jealousy in their hearts.

On the contrary, the people of the Baifeng Tribe clapped and cheered when they saw more exciting scenes. They were watching without any utilitarian motives, perhaps even treating it as a performance to amuse themselves, but Baifeng felt somewhat stifled watching it.

Those who successfully entered the top three laughed loudly, while those who just missed out pounded the ground and wept bitterly; it was just that little bit of difference, and then the world would change in an instant.

In the competition, Baifeng did not find the Bailixi he wanted, or perhaps his requirements were just too high. In any case, Baifeng did not feel there was much to gain from this competition, but taking a few winners and cultivating them well could still result in qualified Soldiers.

Baifeng did not give a closing speech, nor did he go to distribute the prizes, so he let the Shaman take his place to handle things. In any case, the Shaman would have to take over the rewards in the end, so it was just right for him to handle everything now.

The winning Slaves gained their freedom, while the remaining Slaves returned to their dim and cold rooms, discussing this competition. Although they felt uncomfortable in their hearts that others had won on the competition grounds, it had truly allowed them to see the credibility of the Baifeng Tribe, giving them a future with a little hope. At the same time, this competition was also a topic of conversation for them to pass the time for a long time to come.

Everything was packed up, the white Lime lines on the ground were wiped away, the corpses were thrown away, and the bloodstains were buried, as if nothing had ever happened.

Baifeng returned to his workshop again to ponder the matter of making Gunpowder. In the end, he decided to try wrapping the Gunpowder in paper and using a Fuse.

The paper he had made was already dry. He rubbed the stack of paper to separate it, then separated it sheet by sheet. This time it was Bamboo Pulp Paper. Baifeng tried it; the toughness was not that good, and it tore as soon as it was pulled, but fortunately, it was relatively thick and not afraid of being poked through.

The first thing Baifeng did after getting the paper was to go to the toilet. It just so happened that he had the urge, and he really disliked the feeling of using dirt clods to wipe his butt.

Baifeng was very satisfied with the final usage review, but after using it, he regretted it. The first piece of paper in this world should have been used for something more meaningful; if it could record history, that would be most suitable. But now the paper had entered the place of the five-grain cycle. If one had to force an excuse, the paper returning to the fields could be considered a contribution to the reuse of resources.

The second thing was to make a Gunpowder Fuse. As he made it, Baifeng felt he was very barbaric; after all, the paper wasn't made to wipe his butt, yet he was using it to make parts for this kind of weapon of mass destruction.

Baifeng twisted a piece of Fuse that wasn't very long, because the longer it was, the more it tested his technique. Baifeng didn't need to install such a long Fuse, and another thing was that it was relatively thick; after all, it was rolled with paper, so it was hard to make it thin.

Baifeng lit a section; the Fuse burned relatively slowly, and although it made a hissing sound, it did indeed burn through successfully.

Confirming it could be used, Baifeng found a new Bamboo Tube, filled it with Gunpowder, and then put the Fuse inside. Afterwards, the other end was sealed with mud, and a large firecracker was considered finished.

However, the experiment had to be done stealthily; if someone saw it, there would be no sense of mystery.

Baifeng went behind the house, where there were few people and it was empty. He placed the firecracker on the ground and then covered it with a layer of soil, only he didn't put soil on the Fuse and the mouth of the firecracker, just in case it was extinguished by the pressure.

The Fuse was very long, at least compared to those Fuses of later generations, it was incredibly long.

Baifeng carefully lit the Fuse and then ran several meters away, nervously waiting for the result. The Fuse was long enough for Baifeng to have plenty of time to walk away, but he was still a bit afraid. It seemed that after people get older, their courage gets smaller. In the past, Baifeng could even pinch a fast and short Fuse of a firecracker with one hand to light it for fun, but now he didn't even dare to do that slowly. This might be related to the fact that the power of Gunpowder in later generations was getting greater and greater, which had scared him before.

The firecracker did not fail Baifeng's expectations; it exploded with a muffled sound, and the soil was kicked up in a burst.

Baifeng jumped up on the spot in excitement; this showed that the Gunpowder and firecracker he made were both successful. It was just that the power seemed to be relatively small now, but this was easy to solve. As for the power, he just needed to load more powder, and then the Gunpowder still needed to be granulated so that the power could reach its limit.