Chapter 630: The Curse of the Chased

The Soldiers charged quickly, and the formation of the savages fell into chaos in an instant. The Soldiers did not return empty-handed; as they charged through, they casually hacked and killed several people to establish their authority before turning back. How could their Huaxia Cavalry not kill anyone during their first charge?

The savages, already terrified by the Huaxia Cavalry's charge, lost all desire to resist upon seeing limbs instantly hacked off by sharp Weapons. Instead, they hurriedly sought to find Zhu and push him out; only if their Tribal Chief went out would they have a chance to survive and continue talking.

Zhu had already been dragged out of the room by his panicked tribesmen. Gone was their former respect; he was merely shoved until he reached the very front.

The few Soldiers who had just achieved victory were still riding the high of their excitement, their faces flushed. The horses beneath them were also somewhat restless, wanting to charge once more with them.

The horses of the others also began to grow excited because of the masters on their backs. In any case, the entire Cavalry Regiment was like a pack of wolves that had caught the scent of blood, ready at any moment to step forward and tear into their prey.

However, Luo did not let the Soldiers attack again; his purpose of intimidation had already been achieved. A youth who looked young but appeared to be in good physical condition had been crowded to the very front.

Luo guessed that he might be the Tribal Chief of this tribe, so he leaned forward slightly and asked from horseback: "Are you the Tribal Chief of this tribe?"

Seeing that the situation had reached this point, Zhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and step up, hoping to stabilize the situation: "Yes, I am the Tribal Chief of this tribe, our Yanhu Tribe. My name is Zhu!"

Looking at the expressions and demeanor of the others from the so-called Yanhu Tribe, Luo knew that this tribe was not very united. This Tribal Chief perhaps was not that important either, and his ability was clearly lacking; he wondered how he had even become the chief—was it just good luck?

"Alright, Yanhu Tribe, Zhu, is it? I am Luo, Regimental Commander of the Huaxia Cavalry Regiment. The place where you are currently located is our Huaxia territory, and those houses were built by our Huaxia. Why are you here? Give me an explanation!"

Seeing that the opposing side had few people, Zhu was still thinking about how to stall for time. As long as the two thousand Soldiers who had gone out to hunt returned, this crisis could be easily resolved. If they were to start a war right now, he would have absolutely no chance of winning.

Seeing that Zhu had not yet replied, Luo changed his method of questioning: "Then tell me, why would a tribe as large as your Yanhu Tribe be wandering, and why wander all the way to our territory? From which direction did you come?"

Although no one spoke, many people pointed their fingers toward the northwest.

Luo hissed, and after carefully recalling, he said: "The northwest? The only large tribes there are the Wulengge Tribe and the Jiangshui Tribe. I have truly never heard of your Yanhu Tribe. Could it be that you are from even further away, and after being driven out, you didn't dare stay in the Jiangshui Tribe's territory, so you came to me instead?"

Upon hearing the words "Jiangshui Tribe," Zhu asked in great shock: "You know our Jiangshui Tribe?"

Luo seized the keyword: "Your? Does that mean you are from the Jiangshui Tribe, escaped, Slaves?"

Although Zhu had held a very low status when he was in the Jiangshui Tribe, he felt he was much better than a Slave; he could not possibly be a lowly Slave.

So he said somewhat agitatedly: "We are not Slaves! We are, we are... what does this have to do with you? What, are you very familiar with our Jiangshui Tribe?"

Luo smiled and said: "We once traded with the Jiangshui Tribe. When we left the gathering in your territory, we also killed many people from the Wulengge Tribe. I think that ever since we brought out Iron Knives for trade, you should have understood the strength of our Huaxia."

"Although we want to maintain a friendly relationship with your Jiangshui Tribe, that does not mean we are afraid of you, or that we would let your Jiangshui Tribe run wild in our Huaxia territory. Let me tell you, the number of us here is enough to slaughter all of you."

Zhu very much wanted to tell Luo and his men not to be so arrogant, but the other side's combat record was right at their feet; his own tribesmen had been hacked to death with ease by the others without being able to do a thing.

He could only vent his impotent rage: "We are not the Jiangshui Tribe now, we are the Yanhu Tribe!"

Luo smiled even more cheerfully: "That makes it even simpler. Since you have no relation to the Jiangshui Tribe, I don't need to consider the Jiangshui Tribe's issues. As for you lot, our Huaxia can kill you at will, and it won't matter."

At this moment, someone from the Yanhu Tribe could no longer stand it. They squeezed to Zhu's side and whispered some things to him. Afterward, Zhu asked with a look of great terror: "Your Huaxia, are you the ones who traded the cup used by the Heavenly God to us, and the water that the Heavenly God drank?"

Luo nodded: "Yes, that's right, we are the ones who traded it. Since you know this, it shows that you indeed have a connection to the Jiangshui Tribe."

Having received confirmation from Luo, Zhu's eyes gradually turned red, and then he said through gritted teeth: "Do you know? Just because that cup of yours was dropped and shattered by our Tribal Chief, the Heavenly God sent down punishment upon our Jiangshui Tribe. The earth cracked, the river changed its course, trees fell, mountains were filled into gullies, and people fell into the fissures and were buried in the soil."

"In the end, only those of us who survived remained. Originally there were many more people, but on the road of wandering, they slowly died off."

Now it was Luo's turn to be shocked. From Zhu's words, he deduced that the earthquake at the beginning of the year had hit this Jiangshui Tribe the hardest, to the point of near-extinction. However, they had taken this as a divine punishment and did not realize it was a disaster unrelated to any god.

At the same time, everyone's trust in Baifeng was reinforced once more. Although everyone in Huaxia already trusted Baifeng one hundred percent—whatever Baifeng said, they trusted absolutely—it did not affect the fact that the speculation Baifeng had previously made was verified at this very moment, and everyone's trust in Baifeng exploded.

Zhu also saw the shock on the faces of Luo and his men. After all, this matter was indeed too significant. However, the Jiangshui Tribe was already gone, so it didn't matter how one put it; what did it matter if they knew?

But Zhu was still somewhat angry, so he directly questioned loudly: "Our Jiangshui Tribe was almost wiped out because of a single cup. What about you? Since you were the ones who brought the cup, have you dropped and shattered a cup? If not, I curse you to drop and shatter a cup, and then accept the punishment of Heaven!"