Chapter 452: Huangpin's Escape Once Again

Xuanyuan was extremely shocked and felt it was inconceivable. Why had Baoxi suddenly died? He asked Limu (incorrectly written as Fengbo in the previous chapter, now corrected) repeatedly if he had seen it clearly, but Limu was very confident in his own eyes and guaranteed to Xuanyuan that Baoxi was definitely dead.

Regarding this news, Xuanyuan could not recover for a long time; it was not that he felt pity, nor was he glad, he just felt it was too sudden.

However, he did not dwell on it too much. After pulling his thoughts back, he began to move forward even more cautiously, because he did not know why Baoxi had died, but he could infer that the Suiren Clan would likely be in great chaos next. If he remained in the tribe, he would definitely be able to secure great benefits for the Xuanyuan Tribe.

But Zhishou had clearly told him that as long as he met Guangchengzi, the things he would obtain would only be more than what he could get from carving up the Suiren Clan, and the benefits would last longer, capable of blessing his descendants, unlike these short-term, immediate interests.

Xuanyuan also knew how to analyze the pros and cons. He was clear about the speed of Huaxia's development. If he could obtain various knowledge like that of Huaxia, then he could rely on the platform of the Xuanyuan Tribe, which possessed a vast territory and population base, to rapidly catch up with and surpass Huaxia.

After resting for a night, Xiong set off on the road to the Old City with a very urgent mood. He set off just as the sky was turning light, and there was still thick frost on the ground, but they were all traveling on foot, which did not have much impact on them.

Because they were familiar with the road and were not afraid of danger, they did not have the Soldiers of the New City send them off; they just continued on with those same people.

Baifeng had already received the news of Xiong returning to Huaxia yesterday. His heart was also very excited. Xiong was his right-hand man; as long as Xiong returned, he could completely let go of matters regarding fighting in the future, not needing to run to the city walls to fight himself, but could instead control the overall situation from the rear.

Considering that Xiong would bring many people this time, he had the Ministry of Revenue prepare early. The officials of the Ministry of Revenue had already set up tables, erected Tents, and started fires, so that once those people arrived, they could line up to register.

However, there were almost no vacant houses left in the Old City. Although they had considered this situation and built some houses with large shared sleeping platforms, they had already been occupied by many of the captured Slaves. If it were not for the fact that a portion of the Slaves had already been sent to the Coal Mine, there would not even be a place to make do for the day.

The final destination for these people could only be the New City. There were still many vacant houses in the New City. When the New City was designed, all facilities were designed to be very numerous, and many houses were built, but unfortunately, there were too few Huaxia people, so even the New City could not allocate many people.

Xiong stepped onto the solid road he had been away from for a long time with a happy mood, feeling that his confidence was much more sufficient. Those wild people, because of continuous shocks, were now much calmer; it was just a very impressive road, that was all.

Xiong even started to sing loudly while walking to express his happy mood, roaring: "Han Xin leads the horse~ into the deep mountains! Looking from afar~ a thatched hut~..."

The other Soldiers also followed Xiong and started roaring chaotically. Even though they had no idea who Han Xin was, and even less idea what this was singing about, Baifeng sang this anyway, so they learned it too. They did not have any technique, they just roared, but it could not be considered unpleasant.

Baifeng actually wanted to create some music or something for Huaxia to enrich their spiritual world, but unfortunately, he could not play a single musical instrument; he could only beat a Drum a few times. But in this era, there must already be people making music; otherwise, what were the musical instruments unearthed in historical ruins? It was just that no one in Huaxia knew how.

What the core of traditional opera was, Baifeng had never told anyone, because it could not be explained, and he did not have the ability to write a new script. He himself only knew those few segments back and forth.

Just when Xiong and the others were singing happily, Huangpin and the others had already explored a very long distance for several consecutive days. At this time, Huangpin was walking sneakily on the road, but having found no results for so long made him feel very uneasy.

Just as they were walking, they suddenly heard strange sounds coming from not far away, followed by more human voices mixed together. Huangpin immediately felt his gluteal muscles tighten and his legs go weak. Without a word, he started climbing over the fence. The other Soldiers, seeing this, did not give way at all, and in the end, they directly pushed over that section of the fence that had been tied up casually in the first place.

Before Huangpin could even give an order, everyone fled in panic in all directions. This led to their escape directions being chaotic. Huangpin could not organize an effective escape plan at all, and he did not dare to shout loudly; that was a suicidal act.

In the end, only a few people were left by Huangpin's side, re-enacting the scene from their last escape. Huangpin felt as if he were dreaming; it was possible that he was still in that terrible night, trapped in a very long dream within a dream.

Having had the experience, Huangpin knew what he should do, so he hurriedly took the few Soldiers he had left and started running along the previous route. He had already thought about what the next step was, but he was afraid that this time he would not be able to outrun the wolves raised by Huaxia.

When Xiong led the team past the section of the road where the fence had been pushed over, he immediately raised his hand to call a halt to the team. With the scene before them, any normal person would know that the scene before them was not right.

All the Soldiers immediately drew their Weapons and began to stand guard. Xiong looked around, and after discovering that he did not see any enemies within his line of sight, he walked over with large strides to examine it carefully.

Chaotic footprints, and many were barefoot; the mud was new, and at the position where the fence was pushed over, the soil surface had also just been turned up. The people definitely had not gone far.

Whoever did this was definitely an enemy. The people of Huaxia would not go and push over the fence unless a vehicle hit the fence, but there was not a trace of that to be seen here.

The reason why Huangpin and the others had been wandering for days without being discovered was that the Huaxia Soldiers did not observe so carefully. Now, with Snow and frost and such sliding on the road, it was already very dirty, and with carts and cattle running every day, if one did not specifically look down and observe carefully, one would really not notice these special footprints.

Xiong immediately ordered the one hundred Huaxia Soldiers he led to leave about twenty people behind to continue moving forward with the others. If they encountered a vehicle, they were to stop it and pass the message. If they did not encounter one, they were to hurry to Huaxia to report.

He then took the remaining Soldiers, quickly jumped over the overturned fence, and began to track them based on those traces. He also quickly discovered that many of the footprints had no directionality, as if the group of people they were tracking did not know each other, were randomly thrown together, and each ran their own way.