Chapter 767: Fu's Persuasion to Surrender

"It's real, it's really thunder!" He gripped the thatch on the ground tightly with his thin hands, his legs still trembling. He dared not stand up, fearing another bolt of thunder would strike. But no one paid him any mind; everyone's eyes were fixed firmly on the target.

The explosion instantly turned the fragile wooden shed into debris, and saltpeter was still smoking on the ground. The flash of light from that moment ignited the dry grass on the shed, but they were all blown apart and did not burn together.

Ma happened to be hiding behind that wooden shed. He saw something thrown over and thought it was just a stone being tossed. He was about to mock them, but the sudden thunder and a massive force knocked him to the ground. He now felt pain all over his body; it was as if ten thousand birds were chirping in his ears, and he could hear nothing. His head was spinning, and he couldn't even stand up.

He was completely dazed, seeing that his tribesmen around him had also mostly fallen to the ground, motionless. Only one person, like him, was staggering in circles, looking as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

His head was dizzy, and his eyes felt almost useless. After his head turned, all he saw were tribesmen who were so terrified they were lying on the ground, not daring to move, or even kneeling on the ground, crying and praying.

He wanted to say something, but his mind was like a mushy paste. He couldn't even lift his hand, and he lost consciousness directly.

The hunters hiding in the trees were not hit by the shockwave, but they witnessed with their own eyes that after that strange object was thrown, a ball of fire appeared in that spot, accompanied by a loud noise, and then the wooden shed shattered. They were so frightened in the trees that they hugged the branches tightly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Xiong saw that the effect was very good. Although he didn't know if anyone had been killed or injured by the blast, the deterrent effect had certainly been achieved, so he shouted loudly: "How was my thunder? Is the power great? Didn't you want to use lightning to strike me? Come on, I'm waiting."

But after the words were shouted, for a long while, he did not hear a single reply. The Soldier beside him asked Xiong in confusion: "Marshal, their Tribal Chief, could he have been blown to death?"

Huh... Xiong thought, that was not impossible. This would be a bit difficult to handle now, so he had to change his tactic and shout: "The rest of you who are alive, come out and put your Weapons on the ground. I can spare you. If you are still unwilling to listen, then I will drop more thunder and blow you all to death, leaving not a single one."

"This is the last chance. Listen well, this is the last chance. Whether you are hiding in the back or hiding in the trees, come out, and I can spare you. If you don't listen this time, then there will not be a next time. My time is very tight, and I don't want to continue wasting it."

For some reason, perhaps because there was no Leader, the entire Chishe still didn't have much movement. Xiong was not sure now; if he threw more Bombs and really blew them all to death, not only would he waste so many people, but he would also waste their Bombs. For a moment, Xiong couldn't make a decision, but waiting like this, Xiong had no patience left.

The thrower suggested to Xiong: "Marshal, should we throw another one?"

Before Xiong could speak, Fu, who had already been scared to the point of wetting himself, crawled over with one hand and said in an almost pleading tone: "Leader, Leader, please give us another chance. I will go out and speak; I will go and call them, okay?"

Xiong thought this was the most appropriate way, so he said to Fu: "Fine, go and persuade them. But if you are killed the moment you go out, we will not save you, and your tribesmen will also face our wrath."

Fu stood up, supporting himself with the tree trunk: "Leader, I can definitely do it. I will go and persuade them, I definitely can."

Afterwards, Fu stumbled out onto the path. The people of Huaxia were ready at all times, watching to see what kind of attack Fu would face. If a volley of Spears were thrown, they would immediately disperse and charge out; this was a tactic everyone knew well.

It takes time to throw a Spear and then grab another, and a small tribe certainly wouldn't have a large stock of throwing Spears. Stone Spear tips were not easy to craft; one needed suitable stones, skilled craftsmanship, and enough grass rope or tree bark for binding. How many such Weapons could a small tribe have? If they were Wooden Spears without Stone Spear tips, the threat to Huaxia would also be limited.

Therefore, the moment Fu walked out, the moment Xiong drew his Changdao, he told everyone what to do next. Everyone was already prepared to charge out at any time.

However, Fu walked a long way without being attacked. Fu walked with extreme fear toward the explosion point, where the smoke had cleared and only a pit remained, but out of fear, he chose to take a look from afar and walk around it.

At this time, his tribesmen had no idea what to do. Facing such terrifying enemies, they had already lost the confidence to fight. They wanted to surrender, but they didn't dare to be the first one. Everyone was waiting to see who would take the lead, but they couldn't wait. Time passed second by second, and for all of them, it was torture.

Just as they were cowering, Fu's somewhat timid figure appeared before them. However, their first reaction was not to attack, but to want to turn and run. After seeing clearly that the person was Fu, they wanted to kill Fu, but then felt they shouldn't. Perhaps Fu could give an answer to all of this.

Fu saw his terrified, hiding tribesmen and said in an almost pleading tone: "Don't hide, come out. As long as we admit defeat, they won't kill us. I have seen their power; we cannot beat them. They have Weapons we have never seen, Weapons that the Tribal Chief could never touch. The clothes they wear are made of something better and harder than gold-copper; our Knives and axes can't even cut through their clothes."

"They ride strong cattle, and even what came here is only a very small part. More people are waiting by the Shenhu. Their Leader said that if they haven't returned by this time tomorrow, the rest of the people, no matter what, will kill us all."

Looking at the shocked but somewhat skeptical eyes of his tribesmen, Fu continued to explain: "They are Huaxia, a powerful tribe from afar. After the Jiangshui Tribe suffered a disaster, they went there. Huaxia is their master. They are mainly here to attend the Golden Autumn Gathering this time; dealing with us is just incidental. This place is now all Huaxia's territory; no matter what, we cannot continue to survive here."

"They promised me that as long as we are willing to join Huaxia, they will provide us with protection and find us a better, wealthier territory more suitable for survival."