Chapter 327: Old Enemies

The people of the Luoneng Tribe did not know what to do. Although, on average, it was only a mouthful of soup per person, the people of Huaxia were not stingy at all; they gave them so much food without the slightest hesitation. Moreover, they also saw that this food was almost half of the Dry Rations that Huaxia had brought with them.

However, the people of Huaxia were not thinking about the heartache of losing food, but rather that they had brought too few Dry Rations. They had only brought enough to last two days, but suddenly there were over two thousand more mouths to feed. Even if they ensured they were full and had sufficient combat strength, giving all the remaining Dry Rations to the Luoneng Tribe meant that not a single person in the Luoneng Tribe would get much. If these people did not eat well, it was hard to say how much time would be dragged out during the journey tomorrow.

After seeing the food, the people of the Luoneng Tribe forgot about everything else and just waited for the food to be distributed. Originally, Xiu intended to follow their previous methods, but he was sternly stopped by the Huaxia Soldier who was distributing the food, and was required to distribute it evenly to every person to ensure that everyone could eat something.

Xiu's little bit of authority was useless in front of the Huaxia Soldier, so he had to obediently listen to the Huaxia Soldier's words. He put the baked Dry Rations into the dozen or so large pots provided by Huaxia, added water to boil it into a paste, and then distributed a little bit to each person, fearing that it would not be distributed evenly in the end. Fortunately, he was cautious enough; when everyone had received some, there was still some left in the pot. He had no authority and dared not make the decision on how to handle this, so he asked Baifeng. Baifeng just said to let the weakest people of the Luoneng Tribe eat it.

The members of the Luoneng Tribe who had all eaten food did not have such deep resistance toward Huaxia, but they still could not understand why they were being given food. After thinking for a while, Xiu repeated the words Baifeng had said to him to everyone in a way he felt was easier to understand.

After listening, everyone discussed it in a hubbub, seeing if it was true. In the end, although they could not be sure, everyone hoped it was true. Judging from the attitude toward them along the way and the situation of being given food, at least Huaxia would not be too harsh to them, at least better than their current situation in their own tribe.

Although Baifeng did not know the conversation of the Luoneng Tribe people, looking at the mental state of the entire tribe and the way they frequently looked toward them, their thinking should have already changed somewhat. Baifeng was not anxious about this; he had his own ways to solve it.

In the evening, he and Changle sat down and had a good chat. This was also a very important thing to strengthen the bond between father and son. Changle told Baifeng about some of his recent discoveries, including the new plant species he had discovered, interesting things along the way, and how he discovered the Luoneng Tribe and how he communicated with them. Finally, he told Baifeng the most important news: the people of the Luoneng Tribe knew information about horses.

Baifeng was very supportive of Changle's work and was very happy to hear that he had results. When he learned there was information about horses, he began to take it seriously; after all, this was truly too important for their nation.

Discovering horses, catching horses, then breeding and domesticating them—this required a very long time. Baifeng did not know if ten years would be enough, but no matter how much time it took, Baifeng had to obtain horses. This had strategic significance. Even if his generation could not make horses reach the state that cattle had in their nation, he could let Changle and Yulong continue to work on it, and sooner or later they would succeed. Once successful, on this piece of land, their Huaxia would be in an invincible position.

However, the night was deep, so Baifeng did not go to ask Xiu in detail, but after chatting with Changle a bit more, he went to sleep.

No one from the Luoneng Tribe stood guard at night. They fell asleep early under the protection of the powerful Huaxia Soldiers, sleeping more soundly in the wild than they did in their own tribe.

The Huaxia Soldiers did not make any requirements for the Luoneng Tribe to stand guard. What was the difference between letting a group of people who had difficulty walking and could see nothing at night stand guard and simply giving up their own lives? So, they still trusted themselves more.

Early the next morning, when the people of the Luoneng Tribe woke up, the Huaxia Soldiers were already packing up the camp. The Tents and such were almost finished being dismantled, while they had only just gotten up. They were still more or less embarrassed, appearing as if they did not know their place.

Yet the people of Huaxia still did not scold them for this. The hearts of the Luoneng Tribe people felt even more embarrassed; even if they were scolded, they would have felt better in their hearts.

Today, the people of Huaxia counted the Luoneng Tribe as labor that already had physical strength. Although they did not let them carry more things, they would no longer specifically wait for them in terms of speed, but traveled at their own normal speed. The people of the Luoneng Tribe had to try their best to keep up with the pace; otherwise, they would appear useless.

On the road, Baifeng called Xiu over to ask questions, specifically about horses. However, Xiu had not seen horses too many times, so he called over some people in his tribe who had seen horses more often.

Through talking with them, Baifeng summarized some useful information. The size of the horses was a bit smaller than the cattle he rode, not as sturdy as cattle, but still quite tall. They were basically black and brown, and their numbers were extremely huge, only they could not tell how many herds there were; anyway, whenever they saw them, there were dozens or hundreds of horses together.

But the problem was that the activity range of the horses was in the territory of the Cannibal Tribe. They called them Danfu; actually, it didn't matter what they were called because their languages were not mutually intelligible. If they saw a lone Cannibal Tribe member, they would immediately kill them and leave the corpse in the wilderness. If the Cannibal Tribe caught a lone human, it was like a wild beast finding prey. Anyway, both sides were hunters and both were prey, but the Cannibal Tribe had the advantage. The name Danfu was just a code name.

When Baifeng heard the three words "Cannibal Tribe," the back of his head went numb, he didn't know why. Moreover, listening to the location they described, it seemed to be the place where he had transmigrated. He had tried to use coal smoke to kill them back then; he didn't know if it had succeeded. However, it looked like, regardless of whether it succeeded or not, those few Cannibal Tribe members were only insignificant ones in that place.

It was also his good luck back then that he was actually able to escape from that place, and he didn't know if his former tribesmen were stupid or lucky to be able to multiply and live in the territory of the Cannibal Tribe.

However, now that the horses were in the territory of his enemy, whether it was to take revenge and vent his anger, or to pave the way for his horse-raising cause, this Cannibal Tribe had to be wiped out.