Chapter 806: The Fastest Way to Plunder

Sensing his own disadvantage, Bu began to retreat gradually, preparing to wait for his main force to arrive before continuing the attack, but a Huaxia Soldier slashed his thigh with a Knife, adding a new wound to the one that was already aching.

Furthermore, without giving him a chance, he was dragged away directly, and until he was surrounded by two sturdy large oxen, his heart turned completely cold.

The people of the Bairong Tribe had not yet discovered that their Tribal Chief had disappeared; they only felt that their teammates were becoming fewer and fewer, and those still alive began to panic, their eyes looking toward the location of their tribal camp from time to time, hoping for their tribesmen to come and save them, while their hands continued to attack wildly and without method.

However, they were very unlucky and could no longer wait for reinforcements, because several other hostile tribes, without any discussion, simultaneously began to intercept the reinforcements; originally, only one tribe intended to take advantage of the situation to attack the Bairong Tribe's camp, but they encountered people from several other tribes on the way.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend; although the relationship between them was not that good, they all felt that everyone was a normal person, and with a troublemaker like the Bairong Tribe around, their relationship actually became much better.

After seeing the people from the other side, there was no excessive discussion, and they simply said to get it done; thus, four tribes besieged one, and even though the Bairong Tribe had half of their Soldiers guarding their home, their meager reinforcements could not stir up even a ripple under the combined siege of the several tribes.

Those who dared to resist were all killed, and those who were eyesores were also killed, but many living people were still left behind; this was a gathering, after all, so weren't these ready-made Slaves?

The several families did not argue, and whoever caught them kept them; they even immediately rushed toward the Bairong Tribe's camp, and after burning, killing, and looting, the Bairong Tribe was completely annihilated.

The other tribes at the gathering now had no confidence in their hearts, because the rules of the gathering had been broken; tribes could kill each other, and without a behemoth-like large tribe to maintain order, did small tribes like them still have any safety to speak of?

Many tribes had gradually developed the idea of leaving this place; they could choose not to participate in the gathering, but their own tribe must be preserved, and perhaps they would never be able to come to the gathering again, unless another large tribe like the Jiangshui Tribe appeared to maintain the order of all this.

After realizing that no reinforcements had arrived for so long, Bu's heart died completely; he had already guessed what had happened, and he had predicted everything, except he had not expected this Huaxia to be so powerful, nor had he expected those few tribes to be able to unite at this time; now he no longer had such grand ideas, only wanting to keep himself alive.

The wound on his thigh was still bleeding incessantly, and he felt himself growing weaker and weaker, even starting to feel a bit dizzy; he clutched the wound tightly, wanting to make the blood flow slower, but it seemed to have no effect, and he could clearly feel his blood flowing out continuously.

Huaxia kept killing until there was not a single living enemy in the camp, and only then did they gather their team; at the very front, they erected an Ox Cavalry formation composed of twenty oxen, and they all held long Spears in their hands, while the other Soldiers also held Bow and Crossbows, ready at any moment, because Bu had said there were still helpers.

When had people like Fu, who came from small tribes, ever seen such a tragic scene? This was also their first clear and visible realization of Huaxia's combat power; such a team, killing their Chishe, wouldn't it be as simple as cutting Grass? One must know that the Bairong Tribe was much more powerful than the Chishe, and their Chishe belonged to the category of small tribes that even the Bairong Tribe dared not offend.

Although they saw Huaxia's combat power, they also knew that Huaxia's most ruthless and powerful ability had not yet been displayed; if a bolt of lightning were released here, it would be impossible for any other tribe to dare to come and look for trouble with Huaxia.

Huaxia waited until the sun was about to set, but still did not see any wild people coming; Xiong felt very puzzled, so he had someone ask the wild people who were bold and still watching from the sidelines: "Does this Bairong Tribe only have this many people?"

The surrounding wild people spoke all at once, and although there was no exact number, Xiong understood that the Bairong Tribe had many more people than this; as for why their Soldiers had not come yet...

Soon, a wild person came to answer, and the wild person who had watched the whole process shouted loudly: "The Bairong Tribe has already perished, destroyed by several other tribes joining forces!"

The Huaxia Soldiers also looked at each other in dismay; it seemed this Bairong Tribe had not just provoked Huaxia alone, and it seemed they had indeed provoked enough people; with them taking the lead, the other tribes now could not help but take action as well.

The Soldiers pressed Bu in front of Xiong; by this time, the sky had turned dark at a very fast speed, and the only things that could bring light were the bonfires burning wildly all around, and Xiong could not tell if there was any problem with Bu's complexion.

Xiong wanted to ask some questions, but once he thought that this Bairong Tribe had already been annihilated, Bu no longer had any value and there was no need to keep him, so he did not ask his questions, but just waved his hand and said: "Throw him out and let him fend for himself."

Bu was dragged away just like that and thrown directly into the pile of dead bodies, and Bu also despairingly prepared to wait for death.

The several tribes that had harvested a large amount of wealth from the Bairong Tribe now had their greed completely unleashed; robbing a tribe would not only go unpunished but would also yield a large amount of wealth; how much could they earn by coming to a gathering once, yet robbing one tribe had already yielded so much.

Then why would they trade anything? Since several tribes combined were so powerful, and now the other tribes had no power to resist them, they might as well just rob all the tribes; the wealth they obtained would be enough to support more tribesmen, and if the tribe could develop and grow, then why bother coming to a gathering.

Thus, after a brief discussion, the several Tribal Chiefs decided to take action; the first target was still Huaxia, and since Huaxia was so wealthy, it would be a lie to say they weren't envious, and now they finally had a legitimate reason.

Xiong felt that things would not end so easily; human desire for power and wealth could never be satisfied, and when those few tribes discovered the benefits of direct plunder, they would certainly not be willing to continue accumulating wealth so slowly.

Huaxia's wealth had already been targeted by all the tribes here, and they had also begun to stop following the rules; for Huaxia, this was a crisis, but it was also an opportunity for Huaxia to take control of this gathering; Huaxia should take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate all enemies, display their strength, and maintain the order of this gathering.