Chapter 807: Besieging the Huaxia Battalion

Several tribes gathered together once again, then prepared to attack Huaxia. In their view, their current number of Soldiers, which exceeded two thousand, was more than enough to deal with Huaxia easily. After finishing off Huaxia, they could even plunder other small tribes along the way—provided, of course, that those small tribes did not unite to oppose them.

To avoid having the same thing happen to them as happened to the Bairong Tribe, they also left behind a sufficient number of Soldiers to guard their own camps, lest they be raided by other tribes with the same idea.

Having arranged everything, they believed the time was ripe. Huaxia should now be severely weakened, with few combat-ready Soldiers left, and they could easily finish them off.

However, when they arrived at the Huaxia camp, they were shocked by the scene before them. A large number of corpses lay scattered across the ground. By the light of the torches, it was unclear which were Huaxia's and which were the Bairong Tribe's.

Yet, the people of Huaxia were now riding oxen, forming a wall at the entrance of their camp. It looked intimidating, but they still felt that with their numerical advantage, Huaxia had absolutely no chance.

Xiong had finally waited for these savages, and things were basically developing in the direction he had anticipated. As for the fact that the opposing force was more than ten times his own, Xiong was not worried in the slightest.

The Bombs had been taken out and prepared, and the Bomb Throwers were ready at any moment. His gun had also been taken out of the cloth, the Gunpowder loaded, and the projectile rammed home; he was just waiting for a leader to step forward and experience the power of Huaxia.

Those few Tribal Chiefs walked forward, their bodies still covered in the blood of the Bairong Tribe. They looked like greedy demons now. One of the Tribal Chiefs said brazenly, "Where is the Tribal Chief of Huaxia? Come out quickly!"

The others also cheered him on: "Come out, come out! You violated the rules of the gathering and must be punished!"

With them causing such a scene, the other tribes saw clearly that the gathering was no longer a safe place; it had become chaotic and barbaric. For small tribes like them, there would be no safety to speak of. What they should do now was leave immediately, so they could preserve their own tribes.

As for the slightly larger tribes, some wanted to leave, but others were thinking of fishing in troubled waters, wanting to take the opportunity to plunder a bit before leaving. The more chaotic the situation, the more opportunities they had. They felt that by staying here, they still had a chance to protect themselves.

Those few tribes had united thousands of men, but they would certainly suffer some losses during the fighting. For tribes like them, it would be a bit strenuous to take them down, so they would likely let them go and only rob the smaller tribes.

Of course, there were also many tribes that still could not understand the situation at all, thinking it was just a conflict between these few tribes. Once they finished fighting, the gathering would continue as normal. Even those who were afraid were unwilling to give up on the tribe that had spent so much time and energy to get here, preparing to gain benefits through trade, and just leave like this; the loss would be too great.

The Huaxia ox team slowly cleared a path. Xiong rode a sturdy bull draped in Crocodile Skin Armor; even its Ox Horns had been polished and were exceptionally sharp.

All Huaxia Soldiers wore leather armor, mainly because Iron Armor was too heavy, which would increase the burden on the march and make movement less convenient. The protection of leather armor was sufficient, and even vital parts were reinforced with Iron Armor. In this era, such defense against savages who could only use Wooden Spears and Stone Axes required no panic. The Iron Armor was meant for resisting tribes like the Xuanyuan Tribe that had more metal weapons.

Xiong carried his gun on his shoulder and scanned the savages. With their torches, they did look quite fierce. If not for the fact that Huaxia had Bombs, Xiong truly would not have had the confidence to win this battle.

"Which tribe are you from? Are you reinforcements for the Bairong Tribe? You say I violated the rules of the gathering, so tell me, what did I violate?" Xiong's tone carried a hint of mockery.

Seeing the Huaxia Tribal Chief come out, yet still being so arrogant, the people of the Tribal Alliance wondered if he could not see the situation clearly. With that pitifully small number of Soldiers, did he actually want to fight them?

A savage flicked his hand: "You don't need to worry about which tribe we are, and you don't need to ask what rules you violated. We are in charge of this gathering now. If I say you violated them, then you violated them. Hand over all your wealth as punishment. As for your Soldiers, I might consider not killing them."

The other Tribal Chiefs thought this one was not using his brain. Although they had no intention of telling Huaxia what rule was violated, there was no need to say it directly, was there? Wouldn't that scare off other tribes?

A slightly more steady savage added: "Look at these corpses here; they are the evidence that you violated the rules. In the gathering, it is not allowed to kill people. Moreover, it seems you killed someone the moment you arrived. Now the Jiangshui Tribe no longer exists, and the Wulenge Tribe is gone too. In order for the gathering to continue in the future and provide a place for all our tribes to trade, we feel that this gathering should be protected by us."

He then pointed behind him: "We have so many Soldiers, enough to manage this gathering, right? Huaxia, you had better put down your Weapons, hand over your wealth, and distribute it to everyone. That way we can forgive your mistakes; otherwise, we will have to take action to punish you."

Xiong let out a slight sneer, which made the savages even more displeased: "What are you laughing at? Don't you understand? With just this many of you, you still want to fight us?"

Xiong did not speak, but looked behind him and cast a glance. Xi appeared once again.

"Which tribe of savages are you, actually wanting to take control of this gathering? Do you have the qualifications?" Xi walked out from between the oxen with large strides, though to be honest, he was a bit afraid.

The savages saw that another person had come out from Huaxia, and this one was not riding an ox; his status should not be higher than the one just now.

"And who are you? Which one of you two is the Tribal Chief? If you waste our time any longer, we're going to attack!"

Xi pushed to the very front: "I am the Shaman of the Jiangshui Tribe, my name is Xi. Our Jiangshui Tribe did not perish; we just all left the cursed place. Now, Huaxia is our master."

Honestly, I dare not even imagine how small tribes like you dare to think about robbing Huaxia. Let alone you, even our Jiangshui Tribe didn't dare to move against them before. You know of the Suiren Clan and the Shennong Clan, right? Huaxia is a large tribe as powerful and on the same level as them. If you dare to make a move, I guarantee that tonight, these few tribes of yours will disappear from the earth."