Chapter 922: Expedition!

Hmm? They agreed just like that?

Xuanyuan agreed too readily, which even surprised Feilian himself, but as long as it was a promise made, there would naturally be no going back on it.

Thus, Feilian added: "Then it is settled. However, Tribal Chief Xuanyuan, because many of our tribesmen are still near Changyang Mountain, they might arrive a bit late. I will leave with a portion of the tribesmen now, and the rest may only arrive much later. Can you guarantee that you will not block those who come later and let them pass?"

"No problem. As long as they are people of the Fengbo Tribe, they may leave directly. I will not block them unless they attack us on my territory; otherwise, I will not lay a hand on them."

Now Feilian was completely at ease: "Good, Tribal Chief Xuanyuan. I will go back now to arrange for my tribesmen. At the latest, we will arrive here the day after tomorrow, and then pass through your territory to the Jiuli."

Xuanyuan waved his hand: "No problem, do not worry. In these two days, I will not arrange for Soldiers to go out hunting. You only need to pass through the land south of our camp; there is no need to go through our camp here. We will determine for ourselves whether you have left or not. Once you have left, we will naturally take over your territory."

"Good, then in that case, we shall take our leave." After saying this final sentence, Feilian left without looking back. Pengtu nodded to Xuanyuan in greeting, then followed Feilian as they walked away.

After they had all walked far away, Xuanyuan happily said to Fenghou: "Fenghou, meeting you is truly meeting a wise and capable person. I had actually buried you in the farmland before without discovering you. If I could have met you earlier, the Xuanyuan Tribe would likely have developed even better than it is now."

Fenghou was also humble: "Tribal Chief, no matter how talented a person is, they must meet an even more enlightened and powerful leader. If my leader had no ability, what use would it be even if I assisted him? With a Tribal Chief like you in the Xuanyuan Tribe, I am only providing a little bit of help."

Xuanyuan laughed heartily and affectionately took the hands of Fenghou and Limu. These two were both wise and capable people he had found in the wilderness; one was a woodcutter, the other a farmer. Who could say the Xuanyuan Tribe had no talented people? In Xuanyuan's view, their tribe had more wise men than Huaxia, and he did not even need to specially cultivate or educate them himself.

So many of Huaxia's officials were all slowly cultivated by Baifeng alone; in the end, he did not have such good luck as himself.

Baifeng did not yet know that the Xuanyuan Tribe had produced another wise Subject; he had not even heard this person's name before. Even names like Limu, Changxian, and Dahong were unknown to him before he came to this era. The people he knew were pitifully few; he only knew those who appeared in mythological stories, and even then, the relevant talents and deeds were not that accurate.

And one person who should have been relatively famous in this era, Kuafu, he had not heard a single piece of news about to this day. Does this person really exist? Baifeng thought there should be, but he was not sure if it was in this era. However, according to his experience, Kuafu was very likely the name of a tribe, not any one individual.

Just like Fuxi, which was the name of a tribe, and the Tribal Chief was called Fuxi. If Kuafu were a single person, some things in history could not be explained, because the legendary Kuafu died twice.

Historians call it "Kuafu's Two Deaths." One is the story everyone is familiar with: Kuafu chasing the sun and then dying of thirst. The other time was during the great war between Xuanyuan and Chiyou, when Yinglong killed Kuafu.

Which myth came first, Baifeng did not know. Although historians must have long since reached a conclusion, Baifeng was not a historian and did not study history. Perhaps he simply liked these things and had read the "Classic of Mountains and Seas," which was why he had a slight impression of them. But as of now, this mysterious, or rather, magical giant tribe, Kuafu, had not yet appeared in Baifeng's field of vision.

Now, he was already atop the gate of Huaxia City, having prepared the war drums. All the Soldiers, along with the not-so-numerous logistics personnel, were ready to set off. Officials from Lema City had also come to see them off. Yu, who had not been seen for several months but was even more high-spirited, was also by Baifeng's side.

Xiong was fully armed, riding a sturdy ox. The ox's horns were wrapped in Iron, and it was draped in Crocodile Skin Armor. He held a Changdao in his hand; at a glance, one felt that this person was invincible.

Baifeng began to beat the drum. After Xiong gave the order, he led the troops to start moving out of the city. It took a lot of time for the force of several thousand people to pass through the city gate in order, but the drum in Baifeng's hands never stopped for a moment, because once it stopped, it would be a blow to morale.

Moreover, Baifeng was playing the Huaxia war drum rhythm, Phoenix Three Nods, which was very strenuous to play, not to mention that Baifeng had not played the drum for a very, very long time, and had not exercised for a long time either.

In the past, he alone could suppress a group of rebel soldiers; at that time, he could be said to be at the peak of his martial prowess. Now, he found that his physical strength seemed to be failing. His former muscles had turned into fat; he had the frame but not much strength.

Baifeng could not help but sigh, is this what they call "flesh growing on the thighs"? Had he really grown old?

But even if tired, he had to persist in playing. The drumbeats continued until Xiong and the others had all left the city, then slowly stopped. Only then did Baifeng put down the drumsticks and asked loudly: "Xiong, can this battle be won?"

Xiong turned the ox's head, faced Baifeng and everyone seeing them off, and shouted: "King, we will surely win! Huaxia, will surely win!"

The Soldiers behind also immediately shouted: "King, we will surely win! Huaxia, will surely win!"

They shouted three times before stopping. Everyone who heard it felt their hearts surging. Those in the city who were seeing them off but were not qualified to be on the city wall were also incredibly excited by the shouting, and they too shouted in the city: "Huaxia will surely win."

After they finished shouting, Baifeng raised his right arm at a forty-five-degree angle and shouted: "March!"

Just like that, Xiong led all the Soldiers toward the Matou. Once they boarded the Boat, they would have to take off all their armor and such. However, this was also the first time letting the War Ox board a Boat. Even with long planks laid between the Matou and the Boat, it took people pulling hard for the ox to dare to go up. Fortunately, the number of War Oxen brought this time was small, even very few, otherwise they would have had to set off by land.

Baifeng inconspicuously shook his sore arms, signaling the end of this ceremony.