Legendary Clan Chief-Chapter 17 - 16 Containment_1

17: Chapter 16: Containment_1

17 -16: Containment_1

“Mu Wu Feng, you cannot escape.

Hurry and come back with me to apologize to the elder ancestor!

Perhaps you can still be spared from death.” Escaping from the Withered Wood Tribe, the three hundred Guardian Clan Soldiers led by Mu Wu Feng were reduced to less than two hundred after a fierce chase.

With thousands of the tribe’s old and young in tow, it was a tumultuous and bloody escape.

Blood stains stretched for hundreds of miles, and a large part of the group was made up of infants, causing a significant lag in the escaping group’s speed.

Seeing the relentless pursuers behind, the group was hindered by the many old and young people, the pursuers kept snapping at their tails, refusing to let go.

Mu Wu Feng was forced to respond, hoping that they would have some compassion “Chief Bai Fu Zheng Kai, our elder ancestor is ruthless, harming our tribesmen, how can you just stand by and watch these children being taken away?”

The leader of the pursuers, a giant man, showed no emotion in the face of Wu Feng’s plea.

He was adamant, demanding they surrender: “Silence!

The elder ancestor’s orders are above criticism!

Will you not dismount and submit?”

Ah!

Ah!

The two sides clashed fiercely; soldiers continually fell from their horses and were trampled into a bloody pulp by rampaging warhorses, screaming before they met their end.

Hearing the screams continually getting closer from behind, Mu Wu Feng’s heart bled.

These brave men did not die on the foreign battlefield but were killed by their own.

“Brother Mu, take care!”

At this moment, a young man riding alongside Mu Wu Feng shouted and vigorously turned his horse around, charging towards the back of their group.

“Comrades, if you’re a man, follow me!

We need to buy time for our children to escape!”

Hearing his call, hundreds of men broke through the messy ranks and rushed towards the back of the group.

These hundreds of people, led by the young man, blocked the only pathway of the pursuers.

Kill!

Facing nearly a thousand pursuers, the men felt no fear, no desire to retreat.

They bravely raised their weapons, charged fearlessly against the pursuers behind.

“Little Yan…

Ah!” Looking back at his brothers, who were ready to die, Mu Wu Feng let out a long howl “Everyone, run!

Throw away all the pots and pans, as long as we are alive, there is hope.”

These hundred men charged the pursuers fearlessly, causing a sound of clashing metals.

But they were few against many, like a wave in the sea, they soon lost their momentum.

After breaking through the pursuers, only the young man remained standing alone in the wilderness, surrounded by dozens of riderless warhorses.

Lightly patting his warhorse, the young man named Yan looked at his fading tribespeople, then at the riderless horses around him.

He broke into laughter, then painfully raised his war saber.

“Kill!”

Against the setting sun, he charged fearlessly into the vast wilderness, slashing a bloody path.

Soon he disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a lone warhorse in the wilderness, neighing as if calling for its master.

“Centurion, why?

Why did this happen?”

Seeing his brothers who had lived and fought together not dying on the foreign battlefield, but fell under the blades of fellow soldiers, a young soldier wept and yelled at Zheng Kai.

He didn’t understand why such a thing happened, why did they kill their own kin, why would the elder ancestor want to harm the children in the tribe?

Ignoring the young soldier, Zheng Kai looked at the chaotic corpses and warhorses in the wilderness with a stern face.

Seeing that Mu Wu Feng and his people had escaped far away, he turned and rode off with a whip of his horse.

“Centurion, what about these corpses…”

Having failed to capture Mu Wu Feng and his group, Zheng Kai was contemplating how to avoid Mu Yan’s wrath.

When a sergeant under him asked a question, Zheng Kai interjected harshly “Since they wanted so much to be loyal to the tribe, let them be.

Let their bodies rot in the wilderness, that will teach others the consequence of defying the elder ancestor!”

…

At this moment, in the assembly hall of the Gu Yuan Tribe, dignitaries like Ironstone, Ding Shan, among others, were seated in order, ready to report the situation of the tribe to Xiao Chen.

Seeing Xiao Chen nod, Ding Shan stood up first to report to him, “Chief, all the stored weapons are now distributed to our warriors per your instructions, and they’re training with them.

Also, all medicinal resources for cultivation have been gathered for our soldiers, in hopes that they can breakthrough before the great battle arrives.”

Following Ding Shan, the Grand Elder rose to report the cultivation status of the tribe members to Xiao Chen, while other internal affairs elders such as Elder Xiao Tan and Second Elder Lin Shan reported the tribe’s situation one by one.

“Qing Er, are we well-stocked on medicinal herbs for treating wounds and stopping bleeding?”

Mu Qing, seeing Xiao Chen turning to ask him, promptly stood up and said, “Brother Xiao…

Chief, I have prepared plenty of hemostatic grass and wound healing medicine as per your instructions.

Rest assured, it won’t hamper your plans.”

After hearing the reports of those present, Xiao Chen couldn’t help but contemplate.

Ever since he came to the Gu Yuan Tribe, he has been prepared for retaliation from the Black Mountain Tribe.

The current state of affairs between the Gu Yuan Tribe and the Black Mountain Tribe is like fire and water, and war is inevitable.

Whether it’s him killing Xiong Li’s son Xiong Yu and heavily injuring Xiong Kang, or his own father’s disappearance, there must be an explanation.

Only one of the two tribes can survive.

Forecasting strategies can establish a position, failing to forecast can lead to ruin.

Making early preparations can help seize the initiative in wartime and bring victory.

After all, the tribe’s survival is of utmost importance!

“Report!”

Just then, a loud shout from a tribe soldier resounded from outside the main hall.

A warrior dressed like a centurion was seen sprinting towards the tribe meeting hall from afar.

To save time on message delivery, Xiao Chen had already ordered that emergent situations shouldn’t be reported hierarchically but could be reported directly to him, which greatly saves time.

Seeing the centurion looking so hurried, even forgetting to carry his weapons, Xiao Chen knew that something significant must have happened.

As soon as the man entered the Great Hall, Xiao Chen urgently inquired, “Chief Bai Fu Wang, what happened that has caused you such distress?”

The centurion arrived in the tribal meeting hall, bowed to Xiao Chen, and hurriedly said, “Chief, following your orders, I led my troops on patrol within the fifty-mile radius of the tribe and found a remnant force from the Withered Wood Tribe seeking shelter from us.

Confusingly, among these thousand remnants, there are only fifty adult men, the rest are women and children, led by a centurion named Mu Wu Feng.”

“Mu Wu Feng?”

“Chief, this Mu Wu Feng is the younger brother of the Withered Wood Tribe’s leader, Mu Wu Ya.”

“Oh, Elders, accompany me to see what exactly plays out in their minds.”

Soon, Xiao Chen and others reached the outskirts of the tribe.

Chaotic noises, children’s cries, adult’s scolding, all made the entrance of the Gu Yuan Tribe very lively.

“What kind of hardships have these people been through?” Looking at the densely packed crowd before them, this thought inevitably arose in the minds of Xiao Chen and his party.

One can only wonder what kind of catastrophe they have weathered.

Their clothes were tattered, and everyone seemed injured.

Even more surprising were their vacant, bewildered eyes.

Some even had despair lingering in their gazes.

“Withered Wood Tribe Centurion Mu Wu Feng pays respects to Gu Yuan Tribe Chief Xiao Chen.”

Within the crowd, a young man who was maintaining order saw Xiao Chen approaching.

Though average in appearance, his eyes had a majestic aura.

His presence suppressed the crowd—an impressive sight to behold.

He immediately greeted him, kneeling about three feet away with his head bowed low to the ground, raising a black object reverently over his head.

In the Great Wasteland, the act of kneeling is a solemn ritual.

A man’s knees hold gold, as the saying goes, only kneeling before Heaven, Earth, parents, ancestors – war heroes.

Therefore, Xiao Chen didn’t take the unexpected kneeling of Mu Wu Feng lightly and quickly sidestepped.

When one shows humility, they expect something in return.

Especially since his tribe and Mu Wu Feng’s Withered Wood Tribe are in a state of hostility, it’s better to be cautious.

“Centurion Mu, what does this mean?”

Kneeling on the ground, Mu Wu Feng didn’t stand up and respectfully replied, “Our Withered Wood Tribe has suffered a great misfortune.

Reputation of Chief Xiao and his peerless martial prowess that went deep into enemy territory to save his tribe, slaughtering enemies all around him, has reached our ears.

Hence, on the orders of my clan leader Mu Wu Ya, we have traveled a thousand miles to seek refuge here.

This is an heirloom of the Withered Wood Tribe and represents our sincerity.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Wu Feng once again presented the black object to Xiao Chen.

The Grand Elder, Ironstone, came forward and took the object from Mu Wu Feng.

Looking closely, it was a black crystal, transparent and smooth, with a ‘wood’ character at the center.

Holding it in his hand and observing it carefully, the Grand Elder Ironstone said to Xiao Chen, “Chief, this is indeed an heirloom of the Withered Wood Tribe.

I saw it on the Withered Wood Tribe’s Clan Leader Mu Wu Ya ten years ago.

They say this object never leaves the Clan Leader’s hands, so its presence here suggests something wrong within the Withered Wood Tribe.”

Upon hearing Grand Elder Ironstone’s words, Xiao Chen glanced at a group of wailing children by the side due to hunger.

He thought for a moment and said, “Elder Xiao Tan, you take care of things.

Treat the injured, prepare some food to satisfy these women and children, and kill anyone on the spot who doesn’t follow rules.”

At the end, Xiao Chen’s tone turned strict and his gaze shifted to the handful of young men of the Withered Wood Tribe still in the crowd.

After Xiao Tan acknowledged his orders and left to prepare, Xiao Chen turned to Mu Wu Feng who was still kneeling on the ground and said, “Centurion Mu, please get up and let’s discuss the matter inside.”

Seeing that Xiao Chen had arranged for his tribe to be taken in, Mu Wu Feng hit his head on the ground three times in thanks, saying, “Thank you, Chief Xiao, for your kindness.

I will never forget it.”

Xiao Chen led Mu Wu Feng into the tribe, signaling the Guardian Warrior Commander Ding Shan behind him with a look.

Seeing this, Ding Shan understood and quietly withdrew to the soldiers’ camp on the side of the tribe.