Chapter 2014: Ending the War

The war has ended.

This war ultimately ended in the defeat of the French; the adjutant said this in his final advice to Smith:

"General, if I were you, in the current situation, I would flee immediately. The Insurgent Army will absolutely not let a single French Soldier live..."

Smith watched as the Insurgent Army captured the French Soldiers who had already been routed on the battlefield.

He chose to flee without the slightest hesitation.

Moreover, he believed this was the most correct decision he could make right now: to flee!

Continuing to fight with their current combat capability was simply impossible; it was better to escape in time.

After thinking of this, Smith left, taking his few personal guards to flee.

Nashadier observed the trail of Smith's escape from afar through a Telescope; Harris was about to take the remaining Cavalry to pursue, but was stopped by Nashadier.

He told Harris: "Forget it, no need to pursue. We still need Smith to report to Dawn to reduce the pressure on the Dragon Flame Army side."

"You haven't returned to the tribe for a long time either. After clearing the battlefield, go back and take a look."

Harris and Henry nodded; Henry and Nashadier led the Warriors of Valhalla away from the tribe.

After Harris took over, he stayed in the Wahala Tribe for a while before leaving; they were all people who hadn't returned in a long time.

They were very worried in their hearts about what the French might have done to their tribe.

Soon the battlefield was cleared; Nashadier later tallied the losses of this war: they had a total of 3,423 casualties, and sixteen Cannons had been destroyed by the French forces.

And the French forces had casualties of over half.

The remaining French Soldiers were all captured by the Insurgent Army.

In this battle, they seized over a thousand usable Muskets; this was not a small number.

There were also thirty-five Cannons and forty crates of Cannonballs.

Seeing such a bountiful harvest, Nashadier sighed.

He knew very well what kind of combat they would encounter next on the plains of the Wahala Tribe.

Their troops would very likely be routed by the French forces in the next battle.

Next, their Insurgent Army would be facing enemy forces several times their size.

After thinking of this, Nashadier sighed.

The next battle would certainly be a brutal one.

Their soldiers set up camp on the Valhalla Grassland to rest in place.

Henry and Harris, along with those Warriors who had left their homes in the Wahala Tribe, returned to the Wahala Tribe they valued to see their relatives.

Just as they returned to the Wahala Tribe and saw the chieftains of the surrounding tribes all gathered in their tribe, the two frowned and asked: "What are you doing here?"

One of the chieftains said: "Congratulations, congratulations! The Insurgent Army won the battle, and the French have been driven away."

"It's just that I don't know why the General went back on his word after saying we should cooperate. Could it be that you look down on the warriors of our small tribes?"

Henry and Harris looked at each other and frowned, responding: "This march was hasty, so we didn't notify you. Are you here to blame us?"

The expressions of these tribal chieftains changed, and they immediately revealed smiles: "We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare."

"We are here to congratulate the two of you..."

"The French are gone, there are no more colonists in this region, and the Wahala Tribe should raise the banner here."

Harris sneered: "And then we form a so-called alliance?"

"When it comes time to discuss merits and rewards later, there will be a share for you too."

These few chieftains said with a smile: "We also contributed, didn't we, Commander Harris?"

"And forming a tribal alliance is a good thing for both you and me."

Henry also sneered; looking at these tribes that wanted to snatch credit after the fact, he was speechless to the extreme.

Their troops were not far from the battle location; if they had wanted to provide support, there would have been no difficulty at all.

But ever since the battle began, these tribes had all been watching from the sidelines; clearly, they had no intention of attacking to help.

After thinking of this, Henry also snorted coldly and cursed: "Get out! We disdain to associate with your injustice!"

Hearing this, these few chieftains were instantly enraged.

"Don't think that just because you beat the French you can throw your weight around here. Let me tell you, Henry, the Wahala Tribe shouldn't even think about monopolizing this place."

Henry said indifferently: "Do you small tribes want to try?"

These few chieftains suddenly felt the temperature in the air drop significantly; a coldness that reached an extreme point stimulated them so much that they dared not act rashly.

They stared at Harris and Henry and said in a deep voice: "Consider yourselves fierce!"

"Let's go!"

"Hmph!"

Just as these few chieftains left, Harris said out of the blue: "You can leave, but remember, starting today your tribes are annexed into Wahala. Otherwise, I will send troops to attack until you submit. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Hearing this, the chieftains' expressions changed.

They had always known that Harris was a man who meant what he said.

He was also a man who never tolerated any sand in his eyes.

His words were always backed by action!

If he said he would send troops, he would absolutely send troops. They stood up and left without a word, acting as if they had heard nothing just now.

But after leaving the Wahala Tribe, they turned and ran, fleeing at top speed back to their own dens, not daring to come out.

Harris sneered, looking at this group of people, and only evaluated them as: "Fence-sitters, swaying with the wind."

Henry fully agreed with Harris's evaluation; in the eyes of the two of them, these guys were just such things.

They had originally agreed to help but went back on their word; when they were fighting the French forces, these troops chose to watch the battle.

This was already an act of betrayal; with such a thing having happened, their troops could no longer accommodate them.

Thinking of this, Henry did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy for these tribes.

After casting these messy, vexing matters aside, they arrived inside their own tribe.

Looking at the once peaceful and martial tribe, it had withered significantly after they had left.

Looking at the households that were still there, only some families were missing their men, while others remained intact.

That the French had not actually ravaged their tribe was something they had not expected.

But as they walked deeper inside, their expressions grew increasingly grim.

By the end, their faces were so dark they were practically dripping water, and endless rage burned within their hearts.

Before them, at each and every household, one, two, or three heads were hung upon the door beams!

And these households with hung heads corresponded exactly to the number of days since they had left the Wahala Tribe.

For every day they had been gone, the French had killed one household and hung the heads on the door beams!

"Ah!" Henry could not endure the grief and fury in his heart and let out a miserable roar!

Harris gripped his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, yet he still could not feel the pain.

Their hearts ached as if they were being gouged by a knife!