Chapter 763: Unique Counting Methods

Regarding the disposal of the Chishe and this captive, it can be said that the Han had questions, but Xiong had already made his decision. He said to the captive, who was still kneeling with his head bowed: "Fine, then I will give you a chance. As long as your Chishe are willing to submit to our Huaxia, not only will I not kill you and your tribesmen, but I will also take you to a more fertile and safer land to survive."

The captive bowed his head and bent his waist repeatedly: "Thank you, Leader, thank you, Leader..."

Given that the captive might unconsciously use his injured arm while on the road, the medic used rope and sticks to fix the captive's injured limb to his body, just like fixing a fracture, leaving him no way to use it.

When the medic brought the rope, the captive thought he was afraid he would run and wanted to tie him up. The captive did not dodge, but instead indicated: "Leader, rest assured, I definitely won't run. If you want to tie me, feel free to do so."

The medic did not tease the captive at this moment. Although the medic smiled, the captive's stomach felt like it was going to cramp, but the medic's kind smile never stopped.

"This isn't to tie you up; it's to fix this arm of yours. If you move it again, the stitched wound will burst open again. Not only do you not want to get needled again, but I also don't want to waste the effort to stitch you up a second time."

Also, don't be so afraid of me. Although it hurts a bit when I treat you, I am not torturing you; I am saving you. If I hadn't removed that arrow just now and stitched up your wound, do you think it would have healed on its own? This arm of yours would have rotted away, and you would have died too.

I have always been one to treat illnesses and save people, and this is the first time I've been treated as someone who tortures others. Besides, in your current situation, if this wound isn't taken care of, it will also have the possibility of rotting, and you would die in a few days. Now that I have done what I should to treat you, as long as you cooperate well, if there is inflammation, I will find a way to get you some medicine to see if I can save your life. You might not necessarily survive as it is."

After listening to the medic, the captive still felt confused. He didn't understand the meaning of many words, but he roughly understood that this was to save him. If his arm rotted, his life would be gone, so the captive still knelt to the medic and said: "Thank you, Leader."

The captive dared not guarantee whether there was a Tribal Chief of Huaxia among the people here, but the Tribal Chief of a large tribe usually would not run to a place too far away to take risks. To avoid calling the wrong person, calling them Leader or Chief was the safest. However, everyone here seemed to be a leader, with an intimidating aura.

Of course, the sturdiest one who asked him questions should be the one with the highest status. The captive could only listen to whoever spoke now.

Things should be done sooner rather than later. Being able to finish early and then go to that so-called She Shan to attend the gathering would be best, so Xiong did not let everyone rest and directly ordered the captive: "You lead the way in front. We will go to your tribe to take a look and have a talk with your Tribal Chief."

The captive agreed repeatedly, but after walking two steps, he saw Xiong preparing to ride an ox. His face turned somewhat ugly as he turned around and said: "Leader, the road to our tribe is a bit difficult to walk. I'm afraid the oxen you are riding cannot pass."

Xiong glanced at his purely cavalry troop. Indeed, because there was no road along the way, he had to carefully and seriously choose the route. Since the Chishe said it couldn't be passed, he couldn't force it; that would be somewhat dangerous for them.

"How many people are in your tribe, and how many Soldiers are there?" Xiong decided to ask about the strength of this tribe first, and then arrange the manpower.

"Ah, this, I don't know. I can only count to seven; I can't count past that..." The captive looked very bewildered as he spoke. Xiong could see it wasn't fake. People who couldn't count were not rare in this era, and it was possible that the Chishe didn't use a decimal system. Even if they could count, the numbers they said might have discrepancies with how Huaxia understood them.

Xiong had to change the way he asked: "Then look, when your tribesmen stand together, are there as many as our people here?"

The captive did not answer directly, but looked at the people in groups. His brows were knitted together, and he looked like he was counting very painfully. Perhaps he was also arranging his tribesmen in his mind and comparing them. In any case, Xiong found it exhausting to watch, but to obtain a relatively accurate number, he could only endure letting him finish.

Not until everyone was almost out of patience did the captive decide, and then he said to Xiong: "All the people in our tribe should be the number of people you have here counted twice, and then count up to here."

The captive pointed his hand at the position of a Soldier.

Xiong took a glance. As long as the discrepancy mentioned by this captive wasn't large, it should be about five hundred people. According to the ratio of men, women, and children in this era, their Soldiers should be about two hundred. For these people, this posed absolutely no threat.

However, for the sake of insurance, Xiong still asked him: "How did you count that out?"

The captive said very embarrassedly: "I took the names of everyone in our tribe, and then called them out against these Soldiers. By the time I finished saying all the names I remembered, it just happened to reach him."

When he said this, the Huaxia Soldiers all found it very interesting and let out a burst of laughter. Even Xiong was amused. After laughing, Xiong pulled up his belt and praised the captive: "You really are a talent to be able to think of such a method. But it's fine; this is more accurate than you guessing."

Afterwards, he ignored the bewildered captive and said to the Soldiers: "Thirty men from the vanguard, five from the Archer and Swordsman, five from the Crossbowman. Every other man step out, bring your Weapon, and come down to form a line."

Hearing the order, the Soldiers immediately followed Xiong's requirements, brought their Weapons, flipped off the oxen, and immediately formed a line, standing in order. This scene left the captive shocked and unable to close his mouth.

Xi and those Slaves knew that the Huaxia Soldiers were well-trained and had extremely strong combat power; after all, they had also been trained to form lines. But they didn't expect that they could reach this level. They wouldn't even dare to imagine it in their dreams. What tribe could defeat such a troop?

In Xiong's view, such a troop of forty men was enough to deal with the Chishe. Moreover, in order to have enough deterrent power, he took the gun he had wrapped in cloth off the ox's back. He didn't unwrap the cloth and just carried it on his back. He didn't intend to use the gun unless necessary.