Chapter 413: Huangpin

Chi stopped the attack in moderation; for them, this time was merely a practice run. When they go into battle, it is impossible for them to only face such scattered soldiers, as that would be a waste of their combat power. Thus, Chi no longer paid attention to the fleeing enemies, turned the ox's head, and had everyone retreat back into the city.

Huangpin was staring fixedly from afar. He saw the city gate slowly closing bit by bit; he even saw the thickness of the gate and the Iron encased within it. Therefore, he was now very clear that they could not break through this city gate. After the gate finally closed, there were two loud bangs. He did not know what the source of these sounds was, but he could guess that it should be a method for reinforcing the city gate.

Baoxi finished watching this battle and felt that there was indeed no need to rush to his death now. Although he needed to trade heads for intelligence, he could not send the heads away while gaining no intelligence.

He saw very clearly that there was a Soldier inside who was always able to choose the right timing and the right route. Regardless of whether he was lucky or smart, it was necessary to ask him; he should be quite clear about everything in Huaxia right now.

So he called a halt to the Soldiers preparing to cross the river and let them go prepare to eat and rest first. It was already noon, and he himself was a bit hungry. Afterward, he had people bring back all those Soldiers from the opposite bank; he needed to go discuss countermeasures.

After hearing this, Huangpin and the others all felt a moment of relief. If they had continued to stay there, they definitely would not have survived the day. And Huangpin also had his own plans; he wanted to rely on his observations of Huaxia and the countermeasures he had thought of to earn himself a chance to survive.

They climbed onto the Bamboo Raft still stained with blood and bits of flesh, and swayed their way back to the shore. At this time, fires had already been lit on the shore, and they were preparing to cook.

Baifeng saw that the enemy had already withdrawn their troops and would not attack again for a while, so he ordered the Soldiers to change shifts and took these Soldiers with him to eat and rest.

This morning's battle was fought very comfortably. It just depends on whether the Suiren clan can come up with a countermeasure. If they can think of a way, then they still have a chance to fight; if they cannot think of a way, then this time the Suiren clan is destined to return empty-handed. He believed that Baoxi would not take human lives and force them to be sent to their deaths.

Baoxi returned and sat in his large Tent, where the bonfire was burning brightly, and he could not feel a trace of cold. Beside him were several women roasting meat for him. He took out the little Wine he had left, carefully poured out a cup, and tasted it slowly.

Sometimes he would suddenly have a thought, which was that he could not attack Huaxia, because if the people of Xia were killed, perhaps no one would know how this Wine was made. Even if he did not conquer it, what would he do if his relationship with Huaxia turned sour and he could not get the Wine?

But in the end, his ambition and the tribe's difficulties outweighed his desires, and he ultimately sent out the troops.

Most of the dozens of Soldiers who had crossed the river were already scared out of their wits. After all, there were over three thousand people, and by the morning, only this few of them were left. Yet they hadn't even been able to charge into Huaxia's city gate, nor had they been able to kill a single person from Huaxia.

Huangpin was very anxious. He had always been at the very bottom and had never felt that he was very capable or strong, but today he seemed to have touched upon a chance to change his fate. As long as his strategy could be adopted by the Tribal Chief and be effective, he would immediately achieve a leap in class.

A soldier reported to Baoxi that those Soldiers had all come over, but the large Tent was a bit small, so Baoxi stood up himself and went out, wanting to see which Soldier he had set his sights on.

The people outside stood in several Platoons, most of them hanging their heads, trembling with fear, with no Essence Qi or spirit to speak of. Baoxi immediately ruled those people out. Looking carefully again, there was only one Soldier who looked, apart from being a bit tired, as if his state was still quite good, and his entire figure was also like the one he had seen on the opposite bank.

It was a pity that the distance was too far at the time, and he could not see clearly, but among these people now, it should be him. So he walked up to that Soldier and asked, "What is your name?"

Upon hearing this, Huangpin's body trembled—not from fear, but from excitement. Afterward, he hurriedly said, "Tribal Chief, my name is Huangpin." He was terrified that he would miss this opportunity.

After Baoxi looked Huangpin up and down a few times, he said to him, "Come into the tent; I have something to ask you."

The joy on Huangpin's face could not be suppressed. He hurriedly lowered his head to say yes, then followed behind Baoxi into the Tent. As for the other Soldiers, they all breathed a sigh of relief; they did not want to face the Tribal Chief alone. However, they were also a bit curious as to why he had singled out Huangpin from so many people.

Baoxi sat on the ground covered with tiger skin of his own accord and then asked Huangpin, "What is your opinion of Huaxia, and do you have any countermeasures for attacking Huaxia?"

Huangpin knew his chance had come, so after quickly conceptualizing in his mind, he said, "Tribal Chief, after my several charges and experiencing Huaxia's several different attack methods, I carefully observed Huaxia's city. I discovered that the place where their city is easiest to break through appears to be the city gate, but in reality, it is not. That city gate cannot be opened from the outside by manpower."

Before Huangpin could finish, Baoxi raised his hand to call a halt: "You say this city gate cannot be broken open; why is that? What is your reasoning?"

Huangpin's waist bent a few more inches: "Tribal Chief, when we reached their city gate, I saw clearly that their city gate is made of giant wood, extremely thick and heavy, and there is a layer of Iron inside. Even if they let us use axes to chop, we would not be able to chop it open. Plus, it takes them quite a while to open and close the gate themselves, which is enough to show how hard the gate is to open.

And when they open and close the gate, there will be two loud bangs. Although I don't know the reason, I guess it must be used to reinforce their gate."