Chapter 809: Establishing Order (1)

The Bomb does not pick and choose its targets; it attacks indiscriminately. As long as you are within the Bomb's lethal range, it does not matter if you are a Slave or a Tribal Chief; you will be injured or even killed. Even a Tribal Chief could not possibly wear any armor capable of resisting a Bomb's attack; not even the current Huaxia possesses anything that can withstand the explosive power of a Bomb.

Huaxia is even less inclined to pick and choose people based on whether they are the Leader of their tribe. No matter how great a Leader they are, they are not as important as a single ox from Huaxia. Therefore, they only care about selecting humans who are still alive; as long as they do not see obvious wounds, or if they are only lightly injured and still have the strength to wail, those are the targets they are willing to select.

The rest are dealt with on the spot to avoid creating more trouble. As for the surrounding tribes that did not participate, after seeing such a powerful and violent Huaxia, they were so frightened that they did not dare to take a single step away from their own camps. They could not determine what kind of role Huaxia truly played—whether they were genuinely capable of managing the gathering and maintaining order like the Jiangshui Tribe, or if they were like the Bairong Tribe, waiting for an opportunity to seize their wealth.

Now, even if Huaxia wanted to hire them with salt, they would not dare to go out. Furthermore, it was already pitch black, and the mountain forests were not necessarily safer than this place; they could not escape even if they wanted to. Just like that, all the tribes around She Shan remained quiet, not daring to move a muscle, waiting only for dawn to run away as fast as they could.

Huaxia did not dispose of those corpses; after all, there were too many, and they also needed to rest. They did not know what they would have to face tomorrow, so for the first time, they slept a night in a pile of dead bodies.

Whether it was because they were disgusted and wanted to dispose of the corpses early, or because they felt that other things might happen in this place, everyone woke up very early. When the sky was just beginning to brighten and there was just a bit of visibility, the Soldiers of Huaxia were basically all awake.

They maintained their usual habits, getting up to wash first before preparing to deal with the corpses. However, since they were carrying so much salt, it was impossible for them to clean up personally.

As for the captives caught yesterday, Huaxia could be said to have completely ignored them, just throwing them all together. After the double blow to their bodies and minds, they no longer dared to make any other moves.

Moreover, last night Huaxia threatened them, saying that no matter how far they fled, as long as Huaxia wanted to, they could kill them instantly just like they killed their Tribal Chief. The captives naturally believed this deeply, and even with no one guarding them, they did not dare to run.

The late autumn night was not hot; it was even a bit cold. But by the time they got up in the morning, flies were already swarming everywhere, and even a large number of crows and magpies were already feasting. Only the wild beasts, perhaps fearing the large number of humans here, did not dare to come over. But with such a strong stench of blood, it is estimated that the area around She Shan was already surrounded by wild beasts.

The tribes waiting for dawn discovered that Huaxia had risen even earlier than them, and their hearts turned completely to ash. Once seen by Huaxia, they did not dare to move at all, fearing that if they moved even a little, they would end up with their tribe being wiped out.

The few tribes that came to besiege Huaxia yesterday had not received news from their Tribal Chiefs for a long time, but they heard a burst of thunderous sound. However, it was not raining. Because they were overly suspicious, they sent people to check on Huaxia.

It was just that they only saw the scene of Huaxia cleaning up the battlefield; they did not see what had happened, and no one dared to tell them what had occurred.

Shrouded in immense fear and without a Tribal Chief to make decisions, they did not know what to do. Furthermore, their few tribes were only temporarily allied; at this moment, it was even more impossible to go and communicate with each other. Otherwise, who would go, who would they find once they got there, and would they be killed as enemies? These were all problems.

In the end, two of those tribes chose new Leaders overnight and then quickly fled with their own wealth and the wealth they had snatched back. They had seen it very clearly: those who went to Huaxia could not possibly return. Although their tribes had suffered a serious blow, their own tribes were still relatively large; compared to a tribe of nearly ten thousand, the loss of a few hundred people was acceptable.

The remaining hesitant people waited anxiously until dawn without being able to reach a conclusion. One tribe even wanted to attack again at dawn to thoroughly figure out the result.

After this battle, Huaxia felt that they had completely subdued the remaining tribes and that no one would come to cause trouble for Huaxia again. Now, what needed to be done was to appease those frightened tribes and promote normal trade at the gathering; only then could Huaxia achieve its ultimate goal.

Otherwise, if they only established their might and scared all the other tribes away, then this gathering would exist in name only. Many tribes were already unable to come because of the great earthquake, and holding a gathering in this era was not an easy thing to begin with. If this gathering were to be ruined, it would likely be very difficult to find another one.

To dispose of the corpses, Huaxia remained overbearing, even directly displaying their sincerity. In bags the size of a fist, there was nothing but refined salt. They placed them in the middle of the main road and said to the tribes who were too afraid to come out: "Huaxia needs people to clean up these corpses. As long as a tribe is willing to come over, no matter how many people there are, they will be given a bag of salt. There are only fifteen bags of salt here, and only the tribes that come early will have them."

Huaxia was not afraid of wasting salt, and there should be tribes willing to come because what Huaxia was giving was truly too much. People die for wealth just as birds die for food; those destitute tribes would always be unable to resist the temptation, or rather, this was the greatest opportunity for their tribes to successfully survive the Winter.

Since returning might mean extinction, or that the tribe would find it hard to hold on and many tribesmen would die during the Winter, going to do this work did not necessarily mean death. The probability of the two was not much different, but working for Huaxia could also yield enough profit.

Thus, the first small tribe of less than a hundred people came out. Although the Tribal Chief prepared to let all the tribesmen work, the Huaxia Soldiers saw that this tribe was truly too pitiful; there were not many Soldiers, and there were actually quite a few thin women and children.

Such people could not be counted as labor; even their Soldiers could not be considered qualified labor in Huaxia and would have to be well-fed for a period of time before they could be assigned work.

Therefore, the Huaxia Soldiers said very directly: "Hey, you men just come; there is no need for those women and children. Let them go rest. You will get the salt all the same; just get the work done well."