Chapter 771: Selecting a Guide

Xiong naturally would not consider the feelings of the slaves. Huaxia naturally has Huaxia's ways of doing things; every decision has its internal reasons. Many Huaxia officials might not even be able to fully grasp them, so is there any need to explain so much to a group of slaves who do not even recognize characters? If you feel Huaxia is not good, then run away. If you dare not, or do not want to, then just be a good slave, endure to build up seniority, and there will always be a day when you get ahead.

Fu had completely decided that he wanted to follow the people of Huaxia. Staying here, not only was there no future, but perhaps once the Huaxia people left, he might even be hacked to death on the spot by his own tribesmen. How to choose was already very clear.

However, Xiong felt that one such person was definitely not enough, and Fu's arm was still injured. It had just been stitched up, and whether it would heal well or fester and cause death was uncertain. Perhaps he would die halfway, and then they would be in the dark again, so they still had to find a guide.

Thus, Xiong asked everyone again: "A few more people are needed who have been to the place of the Golden Autumn Gathering, preferably those who are more familiar with it. I have already told you the terms; come to Huaxia, and you will only live better. Of course, staying here, there is also a period of time for you to choose. Whether to go or stay, it is all up to you."

"Alright, now whoever wants to go, stand up. I guarantee that starting tonight, you will be able to eat your fill every day and will not go hungry again."

Although the people of the Chishe were keeping their heads lowered, they were also using the corners of their eyes to look around at their tribesmen, seeing if anyone would stand up. In a tribe, there are always those who are unwilling to remain like this forever, but this choice was too difficult for them. The future was truly unknowable, and wanting to make a decision made them feel immense pressure.

There were a few people who wanted to stand up now, but dared not. It was as if their legs were about to cramp, and they shifted their bottoms. Time was slowly passing, and Xiong did not have that much patience. Too much time had already been wasted here today; if no one came out voluntarily, he would have to pick people at random.

Finally, someone struggled to make a decision, closed their eyes, and stood up. They dared not look at their tribesmen, and they did not know how to face them. With the first person taking the lead, two more immediately stood up, and there were a few others who still dared not stand out.

Three people; Xiong felt the number was sufficient, but still asked: "You have all been to the Golden Autumn Gathering, right?"

Fu interjected: "Leader, previously our entire tribe went to participate in the gathering together, so they have all been there too."

Xiong did not reply to Fu, but waved his hand at the few people who had stood up: "Good, come over here. It will just be you few."

Hearing that the people had already been chosen, the few who had not yet made a decision did not need to choose anymore; there was no share for them. However, they also felt a sense of relief, not having to suffer through the torment anymore.

The bodies of these three people were not very good either; they were much shorter than the people of Huaxia and very thin. Xiong was almost as big as the three of them combined. Xiong did not even dare to pat them, fearing he would knock them over with one slap.

Thus, he said coldly: "Fine, since you have chosen to come to Huaxia, then work hard. You will soon know that your choice was correct. There are still many good things in the future."

The people had been chosen, and the problem of the route that had been bothering Xiong was solved at this moment. With a few guides familiar with the route, the time he had wasted here would all be made up for on the road.

As for the remaining people, Xiong did not want to say anything more; after all, what should have been said had already been said. But since they were still squatting on the ground, he could only say to them: "Alright, now go do whatever you need to do. When your Tribal Chief wakes up, tell him about this matter and let him make the decision for you. Either leave, or wait for me to come and take you to Huaxia. There is no third choice."

"I hope that when I come next time, I will not have to use force against you again."

Following this, Xiong raised his hand, then made a fist, and shouted: "Fall in!"

All the Soldiers immediately put away their Weapons. In front of the stunned people of the Chishe, they performed a display of marching. Their uniform clothing and neat steps had already left them dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Xiong led everyone away at a jog, stepping back onto that small path, preparing to return. As for those few guides, including Fu, they could only follow the footsteps of these people, slowly leaving the land they were most familiar with. In the end, they did not even have the courage to look back.

After the people of the Chishe saw that the Huaxia people had truly left, they found it incredible. They squatted until they could no longer hear any movement before a hunter slowly stood up. Then, cat-footing, he walked to the side of the small path, listened carefully with his ear, and only after hearing that there was truly not a sound did he dare to peek.

Seeing no figures on the road, he then turned around and said to his tribesmen, who were still in extreme fear: "They have really left. Everyone get up."

The people of the Chishe then stood up from the ground as if relieved of a heavy burden and ran toward their shacks, as if entering those fragile shacks could ward off all harm.

As for the Tribal Chief Ma, several Soldiers saw him lying there motionless. Although they did not have the thought of killing him to replace him, the words of Huaxia had already stirred their hearts. Who would not want to gamble on an opportunity?

They could not defeat the Huaxia people, and they possessed the power of Heaven. If they did not leave here, they would only suffer when the Huaxia people came next time. If they left, they would once again become a wandering tribe. Although there was much land and the world was vast, finding a place suitable for survival was truly not easy.

How to choose, they had no answer for the moment. As for the present, they should first carry the Tribal Chief back, put him in a shack, and see when he could wake up.

Xiong and his group had already successfully returned to the side of Dahu. The camp by the lake had already been set up, and the cattle and horses had eaten Grass for a long enough time and were now also resting. They did not believe that the Soldiers of Huaxia would suffer a loss at the hands of a small tribe, so they were not panicked at all.

To them, Xiong's return was inevitable and expected, and the fact that he brought back a few wild men meant that this negotiation must have gone very smoothly.

And Xiong, when facing the Soldiers, only said: "We have guides now, so the road ahead will be much easier to travel, and the time will be much shorter."

Afterwards, he arranged for the logistics personnel to build a Tent for these few people from the Chishe and prepare some relatively sumptuous dinner for them, letting them eat their fill first.