Chapter 78: Returning to Peace

The most dangerous part of this war was when Xiong and the others acted as bait to lure the enemy; by the time they reached the city walls, the enemy's stamina was mostly exhausted, while Baifeng still had many soldiers with energy to spare.

With Strong Bows, sharp blades, and high walls, the battle was like a slaughter; Baifeng had never had a very clear understanding of his tribe's combat strength, as it had never been tested in actual combat.

Now that the mule or horse had been brought out for a spin, the results were so good that Baifeng was still a bit surprised; he had been too cautious before, and with such a team of Soldiers, he could have been bolder. His tribesmen, having gone through a war, also understood their own strength and had changed from within, which would make them even stronger in the future.

It was just that the herd had been driven into the pen, but the battle ended so quickly that the herd had to be driven out again to continue foraging; not only the herd, but even Xiaoniu, who had a good temper, was a little unhappy.

Lin and other Soldiers controlled the few surviving savages, and Baifeng walked over to the side, only to feel like vomiting from their blood-red eyes and the stench on their bodies; even the corpses covering the ground were not as disgusting as a Cannibal Tribe.

Baifeng endured the discomfort and asked them how many of his tribesmen they had killed, and why there was only one Knife.

Those few savages were already terrified and stammered that they didn't remember how many they had killed, only that many had run away, and that they had only managed to snatch one of the beautiful Knives they were holding.

Baifeng guessed that those tribesmen had been seriously injured on the way while fleeing with their Weapons and hadn't held on, or had been attacked by other wild beasts; there shouldn't be any other cannibal tribes.

He asked again if all their tribesmen were here, and those few people said yes.

But Baifeng didn't see a single child, only some half-grown boys and girls, so he asked if they were telling the truth. Those few savages all swore that what they said was true, that the children of their tribe had all died out, and even those just born couldn't survive a single winter or summer.

Baifeng thought to himself that if the adults were in such a ghostly state, how could the children survive? As long as he was sure there were no other Cannibal Tribes, it would be fine. So, he waved his hand in disgust and let Lin kill them too; those few savages only begged a few times before they stopped moving.

The battle was over, and the battlefield had to be cleaned up properly, otherwise, an epidemic might break out; fortunately, they weren't his own tribesmen, so the savages could just be buried in a big pit, as he feared the whole tribe would be covered in corpse ash if they were burned.

They dragged the corpses to a place far away from the tribe, dug a large pit, lined it with a thick layer of Lime, threw the corpses in, covered them with another layer of Lime, and only then covered it with earth.

All the bloodstains along the way were covered with Lime; Baifeng never felt this was troublesome, and he even did it himself, driving cart after cart of Lime out of the city to cover the contaminated land.

Everyone who participated in the war had to take a thorough bath, and their clothes had to be scalded with boiling water; regardless of whether it could achieve the effect of sterilization, this was all he could do, and at least it looked clean.

After resolving the hidden danger of this Cannibal Tribe, the Baifeng Tribe began to get back on track; there was no need to be panicked every day, and the sorrow of losing tribesmen gradually faded during the continuous labor.

Those Weapons that had gone missing were found one by one during the Hunter Team's outings later on, but there was no trace of the people; after all, with so many wild beasts, it was impossible for them to let go of a delicious meal of meat.

The planted crops had already begun to head; after the most meticulous cultivation of this era, both the height of the plants and the size of the heads currently displayed were far stronger than the wild ones.

The Rice had also begun to bloom successfully; at least for now, it looked like a success, and he only hoped that the seeds could be filled out, so as not to let down the painstaking efforts of the tribesmen.

Baifeng's Brick house had also been completely finished; he had paved the floor with Cement and plastered the outer walls with Cement as well. Although in Baifeng's view this was just the worst kind of unfinished house, in the eyes of the tribesmen, this house was simply indescribably beautiful.

They all expressed that they wanted to build such small houses for themselves in the future, and Baifeng naturally encouraged everyone to build them early and move out early.

The gray-white Cement walls were still very special in this world; Baifeng originally thought this was fine, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he would find that someone had scribbled things on his walls.

The angry Baifeng was about to call someone to ask who did this, when Sui on the side reminded him that these were rock paintings, used to praise Baifeng's deeds.

Once Baifeng heard this, he looked carefully; he didn't expect that from his birth by Heaven and Earth, to finding a place to live, making water pipes, planting crops, hunting, and so on, it was all painted on the walls in sections like illustrations.

This made Baifeng a little embarrassed; although the drawings weren't good-looking, and were even just simple stick figures, he really wouldn't have been able to tell if Sui hadn't reminded him.

However, since the tribesmen were willing to do this, it meant they acknowledged him, so Baifeng didn't ask who drew it anymore.

While waiting for the grain to fill, the thing that worried Baifeng the most arrived: it was now the rainy season in this place, and the rain now fell whenever it wanted, and the rainfall was heavy; there might even be hail, which had scared Baifeng to death last year.

Now he had a house to live in, the tribesmen all had places to live, and the drainage in the tribe was done quite well, so he wasn't afraid of being flooded; it was just that if a heavy rain fell now while the grain was filling, it might lead to a serious reduction in production or even a total crop failure.