Chapter 848: The Zhangshan Tribe

Bringing two dogs to the side of the pigeon coop, Xiong first patted the dogs' heads, then picked up a feather that had fallen on the ground and placed it near the dogs' noses: "Come on, sniff this carefully, and then find the person who stole the pigeons for me."

The dogs understood what this action meant; it was definitely not about giving them the feather to play with, so they sniffed it carefully, memorized the scent, and then raised their heads to sniff the air.

With a single look from Xiong, four Soldiers carrying Weapons immediately followed the two dogs as they moved toward the area of the wild men's Tents.

In those wild men tribes, not every wild man was qualified to live in a Tent; many of them huddled together, staying by the fire to spend the night. Tents were still in short supply for them, and there was currently no time or enough space to build wooden sheds for them, so they could only make do however they could.

It was already a bit noisy by now; the cattle herds had calls rising and falling one after another, and there were sounds of other animals moving in the forest, so some of the wild men had also woken up, but they were simply unwilling to leave their Tents, waiting for the Huaxia to call out in unison, and then cook food to eat.

No one knew the exact time; some days it was early, some days it was late, but everyone wanted to sleep a little longer to avoid the cold, so even if they were already awake, they did not want to move.

However, today was clearly later than usual; it should have been time to cook by now, yet there was still no movement from the Huaxia.

The appearance of the wolves truly gave the wild men staying outside a fright, but seeing the few Huaxia Soldiers following behind with calm expressions made them feel at a loss.

They had no choice but to move to the side, attempting to dodge these two wolves, though those wild men who had seen these Huaxia wolves before were now more curious; they had told their companions about them earlier, but no one had believed them, and now the real evidence was right before their eyes.

The dogs walked all the way without stopping until they halted in front of a slightly dilapidated Tent. The people inside the Tent heard what sounded like the breathing of a wild beast outside and, feeling somewhat nervous, lifted the Tent flap. Upon seeing that it was actually two robust, large wolves, they were immediately frightened and shrank back, searching for their Weapons.

The Soldier saw the dogs still searching around the Tent and knew there could be no mistake, so he shouted: "All of you, come out!"

The people in the Tent heard such a resonant voice and thought the Huaxia Soldiers had already resolved the trouble, so they crawled out, though they were still extremely flustered; after all, they knew very well what they had done.

Sure enough, once they went out, what they saw were four Huaxia Soldiers standing as straight and sturdy as large trees. Their expressions were neither smiling nor frowning, looking more like a form of mockery, and these few wild men immediately felt that something was wrong.

And the wolves, which had darted out again, gave them another big fright. The few of them huddled together, forming a defensive posture, wanting to put up a fight, but seeing the Huaxia Soldiers' complete lack of reaction, they felt even more uncertain.

"You know very well why we came to find you, don't you?" a Soldier said with a cold laugh.

The few wild men feigned ignorance: "It's time to set off, right? We're already awake, we're already awake!"

The Soldier continued to press: "What did you do last night?"

"We didn't do anything, we were just sleeping." They continued to deny it.

"Where are our pigeons? Have they already entered your stomachs?"

The complexions of the few wild men changed instantly; they stepped back twice and waved their hands repeatedly: "No, no, how could that be? We didn't eat the pigeons."

At this moment, one of the dogs dug a feather out of the mud and presented it to the Soldier's hand as if claiming credit. This scene made the few wild men feel as if their worldview was about to shatter. How could the Huaxia not only raise cattle and horses but also raise wolves? And the wolves could listen to them! Most absurdly, the wolves could even find feathers in the mud. When they were processing the pigeons, they had never imagined such a situation would occur.

From the moment they discovered that the Huaxia actually had pigeons, the desire to eat them had already emerged. It just so happened that last night was unusually quiet, and coupled with being extremely exhausted from the journey, everyone was sleeping very soundly. These few people felt their stomachs were empty, and looking at the roaring bonfire burning nearby, the thought of stealing pigeons to eat also appeared in their minds.

So, the few of them steeled their hearts and snuck over to the Huaxia Battalion, finding the pigeon coop covered by animal skin. If it weren't for the pigeons constantly cooing, they really wouldn't have been able to find it quickly in the pitch-black night.

The pigeon coop was made of bamboo, and they even marveled at how well-made the coop was, but after studying it for a long time, they couldn't figure out how it was supposed to be opened. Furthermore, because someone had come, the pigeons' cooing became louder and more frequent.

They were a bit afraid that if they were discovered, it would be a disaster, so they directly used force to snap the thin bamboo strips of the pigeon coop, then reached in and grabbed the pigeons out. The pigeons' cries were too loud, so they twisted their necks at once, and naturally, it became quiet.

Because they were in too much of a hurry, the broken bamboo strips even sliced a long gash on the arm of the person who caught the pigeons. Once the pigeons in one coop were caught, the pigeons in the neighboring coop were still crying very loudly, and the cattle also began to low. The few of them didn't dare to touch the rest, so each of them grabbed one or two and quickly ran back.

After returning to the Tent, they put the pigeons down and listened quietly. Only after there was not a sound did they uncontrollably, in their joy, sneak out of the Tent to roast the pigeons.

They wouldn't consider plucking feathers or anything like that; they were already starving mad. They pushed aside some Charcoal and threw the whole pigeons directly in to roast; the feathers naturally burned away. Although the smell was a bit foul, it didn't affect the aroma of the meat.

The few pigeons were quickly eaten, two per person, and only then did they fall asleep satisfied. They felt their plan was flawless; as long as they weren't caught on the spot, they believed they would never be found.

Who knew that the Huaxia's methods would directly shatter their worldview? Arguments were already impossible to make in the face of the feathers, and when the dog went into their Tent again and brought out even more, the facts were set in stone; they could no longer argue.

The Soldier asked: "Which tribe are you from? Who is your Tribal Chief? Call him out."

The wild men were in despair, but in the face of the unsheathed Knife, they had no choice. "Zhangshan Tribe. Our Tribal Chief, the Tribal Chief is named Gong."

"Gong, oh, I see." That Soldier walked straight toward a Tent and then kicked the side of the Tent a few times: "Gong, is it? Come out quickly, stop playing dead."

This tribe, unfortunately, was the one he had lobbied, or rather, he hadn't even had to use his mouth; it was the Zhangshan Tribe that had taken the initiative to find him. He naturally agreed, so he was very familiar with the Tribal Chief of this tribe, as well as his strangely shaped, dilapidated Tent.