Chapter 768: The Entire Tribe Surrenders

The tribespeople looked at the Tribal Chief lying on the ground, already unaware of life or death, and for a moment they lost their backbone, not knowing how to decide; yet most were restless—not going out meant death, while going out offered a chance to live.

Fu saw the Tribal Chief and could not bear it, mainly fearing he was truly dead; he endured his fear to approach that position, then crouched down and removed the broken wood pressing on the Tribal Chief, only to see that the Tribal Chief's exposed areas had many bruises, looking just like a dead person.

Blood could also be seen in his nose, though it had already dried; looking at the rise and fall of his chest, it seemed he was not yet dead and should still be alive; he wanted to pull the Tribal Chief up, but he only had one arm he could use, and his thin body could not move the strong Tribal Chief at all, but being tugged by him like this, Ma still let out a groan.

Fu happily said to everyone: "The Tribal Chief is alive, the Tribal Chief is not dead!"

Only with these words did everyone's mood improve slightly; at least their eyes all looked over, though even if the Tribal Chief was alive, he was like he was asleep, with no reaction.

Fu gathered his courage and patted the Tribal Chief's face twice, but the Tribal Chief still did not wake up; he did not know what to do with the Tribal Chief now, but the urgent matter was to let everyone make a decision—whether to go out and surrender, or to stay together and continue to resist; Fu now had not a shred of desire to resist, as he had long recognized the gap with Huaxia, and being able to persuade everyone to come out was the safest way.

He stopped worrying about the Tribal Chief and continued to say to everyone: "Everyone, hurry and decide; anyway, fighting them is not even worth thinking about, we cannot beat them, and they still have thunder; the Tribal Chief has already fallen, so what can we do? Therefore, either flee, or listen to Huaxia, let us go out and see if there is a chance to survive."

Fu added one last sentence: "Decide now, there is no time; they are not willing to wait too long; I begged them, and they were willing to let me come out and talk to you; they are already preparing to release more thunder."

This sentence from Fu caused enough psychological shock to the tribespeople; someone finally could not hold on, the Spear in his hand dropped to the ground, the wooden stick making no sound as it touched the dirt, and he stood up tremblingly, then slowly walked toward Fu: "I am willing to go out."

With someone taking the lead, everyone's psychological defense was completely broken; next, it was one person after another walking to Fu's side; they did not dare to go out directly, for if they went out directly, they did not know what they would face; with Fu by their side, they could feel a bit more at ease.

Almost everyone had come over; what remained were the Soldiers still hiding in the trees, and the hunters in the distance who were still anxiously rushing here; until now, they did not know what had happened to the tribe.

Fu took the first step, and the tribespeople all followed behind him, walking out of their hiding place and exposing their figures; as for the Tribal Chief and the other tribespeople who had fainted, everyone acted as if they were already dead, no longer considering their feelings or their thoughts.

Xiong's patience was about to vanish when he finally saw Fu bringing his tribespeople out, and seeing that they were not carrying any Weapon, he breathed a sigh of relief; Xiong also shouted at Fu: "Fu, have your tribespeople all crouch on the ground."

After hearing the shout, Fu had the tribespeople do as told, and he himself also reluctantly crouched down.

Seeing that the other side had already followed his requirements, Xiong also issued an order to the Soldiers: "Everyone, surround them."

Then the Soldiers instantly rushed over from the small path and the places where they had long dispersed, their Armor clashing with a 'clack-clack' sound; dozens of people created the deterrent force of hundreds.

When everyone drew their Knife and surrounded those who had surrendered, the people of Chishe finally saw the appearance of the enemy; no wonder Fu said there was no way to fight—these people were all extremely tall, half a head taller than their Tribal Chief, and they were also incredibly strong; they wore gorgeous clothes, and there were even clothes that reflected light like stone; the Weapon in their hands looked terrifying and shone terrifyingly; they had never seen it, perhaps it was the most precious, best copper.

Now they had completely lost hope for resistance; with the Knife pointed at them, there was only fear in their hearts, and they only hoped that Huaxia would keep its promise and not kill them.

Xiong left a portion of the Soldiers to guard these people and selected ten Soldiers, giving them the order: "Search the surroundings to see if there are any people hiding; if they have fled, do not chase them; also, for those in the trees, have them all come down, and watch your own safety."

The Soldiers immediately held their Weapon and rushed toward the wooden shed area in the back, looking for places where people could hide; every wooden shed was also carefully searched, and in the end, they only dragged over a few people who had fainted—they had been stunned by the explosion in the blast zone, and they had no way to determine how serious their injuries were.

Two Soldiers also carried out a few infants, who were very thin and were now crying incessantly from fear; those who could walk had long since followed the crowd and were crouching.

Seeing the infants being carried over, Xiong immediately asked: "Who is the mother of these children? Hurry and hold them."

Three women stood up tremblingly; although they did not dare to raise their heads, their eyes had already glanced toward their children; they took their children in disbelief, and just as they were about to crouch down, they heard that most terrifying Soldier say: "You don't need to crouch; just stand out, watch your children on the side, and those few small children, come out with your mothers; just stand on the side."

The children understood nothing, but the women felt extreme fear; killing children was too common; when a tribe was wiped out, children were definitely to be killed first; tribespeople, Soldiers, children—the only ones who could be left were some women and men who posed no threat; they thought they were about to face this process now and wanted to hide, but their children recognized them, and there was no way to hide.

There was no choice, so they had to stand up in fear, pulling their children to stand on the side.

Those hunters in the trees, under the threat of the Huaxia Soldiers, also had to come down from the trees; they had not heard Fu's words to the tribespeople, but looking at the situation, they already knew the outcome; now was not a situation that their few people could salvage.

A few sharp hunters had long since taken advantage of the chaos to flee; only these dozen or so people remained here, facing the potentially miserable ending to come.