Chapter 762: Striving for an Opportunity

"As for the gathering, no one dares to stay at the original place anymore. After all, even a tribe as massive as the Jiangshui Tribe was destroyed, so what could we possibly count for? Therefore, we chose a new location to conduct trade. Because neither the Jiangshui Tribe nor the Wulenge Tribe were there, it was managed by the White Velvet Tribe, which was the most powerful at the time, but everyone does not submit to them, and no one is willing to share food or supplies with them."

After hearing this, all doubts could be explained. Regarding this, Xiong only said one sentence: "Then your Tribal Chief is truly quite eloquent, and the place was chosen well."

The captive did not know if Xiong's words were a compliment or a threat, but still asked timidly: "You are not from the Jiangshui Tribe, are you? What is your relationship with the Jiangshui Tribe? Are you here to seize our territory?"

Xiong did not speak, but Xize straightened his chest and walked over: "I am a former Shaman of the Jiangshui Tribe. Our Jiangshui Tribe was not cursed, nor was it any kind of punishment, but rather suffered a powerful and terrifying natural disaster. To escape that disaster, we left here, went to Huaxia, and in the end, all joined Huaxia."

"Now, we are also here to reclaim these territories, but these territories will no longer belong to the Jiangshui Tribe, but to our Jiangshui Tribe's master, Huaxia."

"The master of the Jiangshui Tribe?" This short sentence left the captive shocked beyond measure. Could such a powerful Jiangshui Tribe become someone else's subordinate, or even a Slave?

But he looked more closely at the equipment of these people from Huaxia; everyone was wearing magnificent clothes, and some were wearing armor that flashed with light. He did not know what material it was, but it should be something similar to gold.

What they were riding were all massive cattle. Any one of those cattle would be enough for their entire tribe to eat for a long time. Moreover, these cattle were not things that could be hunted easily; wanting to hunt them was not simple. These people from Huaxia were actually able to ride them, and the cattle did not resist, being very docile, which made the captive doubt his own eyes.

What made him feel the most incredible were those few riding Jiao. On their former territory, Jiao could be said to be an animal symbolizing power and speed; it was impossible for anyone to be able to catch one. Their neighbor, precisely because they once obtained a very small Jiao and raised it, took the Jiao as their totem and renamed themselves the Jiao Tribe.

But the people of Huaxia were riding such adult, strong Jiao. If the Jiao Tribe saw this, they would definitely think they were seeing Heaven gods.

Facing such a powerful tribe whose origin and purpose were already known, the captive now did not have the slightest thought of resistance. In their view, the Jiangshui Tribe was already so powerful that they dared not have a single thought of opposing them. Now that a tribe had come to which even the Jiangshui Tribe had to bow their heads, what could a pitiful tribe like theirs do?

Thus, the captive struggled to turn over on his side, used his hand to support himself, and then knelt down cross-legged. The pain in his arm made him unable to bend his waist, but he still tried his best to express his humbleness and submission.

"Powerful Huaxia, I am willing to persuade our Tribal Chief to return this piece of territory, but can you spare our tribe? Our tribe is willing to acknowledge Huaxia as master, or let our tribe leave here; we will find another place in the distance to survive."

Xiong appeared very cold toward this and did not answer directly, but instead asked him: "Do you know where the current gathering is being held, what the scale is, and how many tribes will participate?"

The captive did not have any emotions because Xiong did not answer him, and he did not dare to have any; he just answered very obediently: "I know the location of the gathering. It is under She Shan. The scale of the gathering is not as large as before. How many tribes there are, I do not know."

"She Shan? Are there many snakes there?"

The captive answered Xiong's question earnestly again: "The reason that place is called She Shan is because that mountain looks very much like the head of a snake, so it is called She Shan. However, there are indeed quite a lot of snakes."

Xiong was silent for a while. He was thinking about the plan for the gathering later. Now that place could be said to be in a situation where there is no leader, and the tribe preparing to manage them was not recognized by anyone, so that was exactly the opportunity for Huaxia.

Taking this opportunity to establish the prestige of Huaxia, it would be best to be able to directly take in a portion of the tribes to follow them on the return journey. Of course, it was not to take them back to Huaxia, but to let them live in several very suitable places he discovered on the road at a distance far enough from Huaxia City.

Give those poor and weak tribes a piece of more fertile territory to let them survive, but they should belong to the jurisdiction of Huaxia. What they need to do is to help Huaxia develop those lands, laying the foundation for Huaxia to build cities and towns in the future.

They are people of Huaxia, but Huaxia does not need to consider their work and resettlement issues. After Huaxia's city construction passes, then consider how to resettle them. If they are too poor and weak, they can also look at the situation and send them some food to get through the Winter.

This vision was proposed by Baifeng long ago. If Baifeng had not spoken of it, Xiong naturally could not have made such a major decision without authorization. Of course, there was more than one plan, but Xiong felt that the feasibility of this one was the highest, and Baifeng also pushed this plan primarily. As for how to implement it specifically, it required Xiong to make his own decision after inspecting the site.

Xiong did not speak, and the captive did not dare to raise his head. He even closed his eyes tightly. He did not know what he was about to face. Was it that he saw he was injured and useless, so he would kill him directly, or was it to let him lead the way to the Chishe?

If it were the latter, although he might be cursed and hated by his own tribesmen, or even fight to the death to kill him, he felt that this was an opportunity for himself, and also an opportunity for the Chishe.

The Chishe was too weak. The land here was more fertile than their former territory, and there was such a clear Dahu to provide a constant source of water.

But they did not have a good enough opportunity to develop and grow rapidly. Could a large tribe like the Jiangshui Tribe be developed immediately in a few years? Even dozens of years would not work. The Jiangshui Tribe had developed for who knows how many generations. For small tribes like them, one is destroyed and another appears, but the Jiangshui Tribe has always existed.

They also did not know how long they could occupy this fertile land here. Perhaps today, or perhaps tomorrow, it would be reclaimed by Huaxia. The fate of their Chishe was already sealed, so it was better to try their best to fight for an opportunity.