Eternal Night

Chapter 447 Clear eyes, kind heart

Wu Xianxiao thought he was really stupid. He actually expected to see a battle of at least 100,000 troops. He didn't even think about the fact that this Maduo Winged God was just a city-state with a dozen villages of gods. It was just a force of 100,000 people in Tian Territory...

Impossible, 50,000 people would be enough.

For such a territory, unless one ignores everything, including people's livelihood, logistics, and the future, one may be able to raise an army of 5,000. Otherwise, 1,000 troops are probably the entire armed force of the entire territory.

Wu Xianxiao arrived at the front line, and at a glance, he saw about 500 people belonging to the city-state, which obviously included the logistics personnel. Among them, there were about 300 main combat personnel, about 200 logistics personnel, and about 200 people transporting food. In addition, there were about 200 scattered "barbarians".

Wu Xianxiao understood why he was considered a barbarian, because he was really like these barbarians.

They are tall and strong. Although none of them is close to two meters tall, they are generally over 1.8 meters tall and all of them are muscular. At the same time, almost all of these barbarians are covered with scars, naked, and dirty. The only difference between them and savages is that they have many tattoos on their bodies.

And what about Wu Xianxiao?
He was tall and strong, nearly two meters in height. Although he was a little thin, his muscles were still bulging. He was naked and covered with scars. He was also dirty because he was extremely weak from surviving in the wild for the past two days.

There was no need to pretend, the barbarians thought he was a barbarian. As he walked into the position, people on the barbarian side shouted at him, while the troops on the city-state side didn't even look at him.

Wu Xianxiao was also speechless, but he didn't care. He carried the three little animals to the barbarian position, and then he confirmed that even the barbarians were divided into classes. A barbarian like him who was tall and strong but everyone thought he was weak could only stay a little inside the periphery of the position. The best position in the position was occupied by a dozen barbarians with extraordinary spiritual power. Moreover, these dozen barbarians brought monsters that belonged to their contracts, from eagles to beasts, from beasts to reptiles, and even a giant spider.

If they didn't all look like human beings, Wu Xianxiao would even think he had come to the troll camp in World of Warcraft.

These trolls, no, these barbarians had no interest in talking to Wu Xianxiao, even their own tribesmen had no interest in talking. They were all noisy, meditating, talking to monsters, sorting weapons and equipment, or fighting.

There was neither discipline nor order. In comparison, the city-state army seemed much more organized. Not only did they have a reasonable planning of tent camps and positions, but their personnel were also divided into different areas according to their arms, ranks, and responsibilities. At the same time, there were personnel similar to supervision teams or law enforcement teams who were constantly patrolling. They were simply armies from two different eras compared to the barbarians.

But it didn't matter. Wu Xianxiao had no interest in all of this. He just wanted to eat more food and get a safe place. It would be best if he could make some decent achievements in this war, and then get a patrol or guard position. Then he could slowly get familiar with this world, slowly heal himself, treat the three little animals, and regain his strength...

Perfect plan!
Especially since he obtained the "identity" of this world and blended into it without anyone noticing and no one suspected him, it was simply amazing.

Wu Xianxiao sat there contentedly, silently moving his energy and blood to repair the many hidden injuries on his body, while also keeping an eye on the conditions of the three little animals.

Along the way, he gave the three little animals water to drink, and at the same time, he crushed up the pancakes and soaked them in water for them to eat. However, this nutrition was definitely not enough. He needed to get meat, and he couldn't stop treating the three little animals...

Just as Wu Xianxiao was sitting there in a daze, a barbarian walked past him carelessly. Then he seemed to see Daphne in the rag, and looked at Wu Xianxiao, stared at him for a long time, then laughed, muttered something, and reached out to grab Daphne.

Wu Xianxiao stretched out one hand and just caught the palm of the barbarian. The barbarian immediately glared and was about to curse, while his other hand clenched into a fist and was about to hit Wu Xianxiao on the forehead.

But the next moment, Wu Xianxiao shook his palm lightly, and the barbarian actually sat down next to him, his whole body trembling slightly. If you look closely, you can see that his eyes were wide open, but his whole body was unable to move, and a feeling of soreness and numbness came out from under the skin, in the muscles, and even in the bones. As time passed, the soreness and numbness intensified wildly, so that after just a few seconds, his tears and snot came out directly, and big beads of sweat rolled out on his skin.

"I can let you go, but you have to sit next to me and sit quietly, otherwise the time will be several times longer next time." Wu Xianxiao said lightly, then he let go of her hand.

The barbarian's body trembled violently and he almost fell to the ground. Then he immediately used his hands and feet to get up, and at the same time he used his hands and feet to get away from Wu Xianxiao. He opened his mouth and was about to roar.

The next moment, Wu Xianxiao's palm was on him again. With a slight movement of his palm, the barbarian immediately sat quietly there without moving, but his skin and muscles continued to tremble slightly.

This time, it lasted for a full twenty seconds. The barbarian's eyes had rolled back and white saliva was coming out of his mouth. Wu Xianxiao then let him go and tapped the center of his forehead with a finger. The barbarian woke up immediately and tried to get up using his hands and feet until he heard Wu Xianxiao's voice: "Sit quietly." The voice was so soft and small that only the barbarian could hear it. To his ears, it was like the voice of the most terrible and terrifying demon in the world. His mind was still screaming, but his body was sitting there obediently. Although his whole body was trembling, he dared not make any sound.

"Look, you can do this, right?"

Wu Xianxiao smiled at the barbarian and said, "Just sit here and eat later. I want half of your food. What do you think?"

The barbarian immediately nodded vigorously, his eyes clear and bright, without a trace of resentment.

In those twenty seconds, he saw his deceased father and mother more than once. They waved to him tenderly from the other side of the river...

He never wants to experience that feeling again in his entire life, not even if he dies!

Wu Xianxiao arrived at the front-line position at noon. Under the sunlight, the body temperature felt about 35 degrees Celsius. He was hot all over under the direct sunlight. It was impossible for him to go out to fight at this time, so he was not in a hurry. He just sat there. On the rag he opened, Daphne, the Samoyed, looked very plump. The rule of the barbarians was very simple: whoever had the bigger fist was the boss, and all the rules were determined according to the fist.

So when the barbarians passed by and saw Daphne the dog and Wu Xianxiao, almost all of them felt that their tribesmen were weak, and then they wanted to seize their prey, and then...

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, eight barbarians sat quietly beside Wu Xianxiao. They all looked at Wu Xianxiao and Daphne on the rag with clear eyes, and then looked at the other barbarians around them who were looking at them curiously with wolf-like eyes, as if they were ready to fight with others at any time. As a result, the other barbarians thought that the nine people including Wu Xianxiao were a team, so naturally no one dared to disturb them anymore.

At this time, people came from the city-state camp pushing wooden carts filled with cakes, and several large barrels filled with paste in the carts. With the arrival of more than ten wooden carts and hundreds of logistics personnel, the barbarians cheered and scrambled for the food, pushing them to the wooden carts. When a fight was about to break out, a ball of white light rose from the camp, and when they saw the white light, fear, vigilance, envy and other emotions appeared in the eyes of all the barbarians. Then, even though they were fighting with each other, they did not dare to snatch the food on the wooden carts, but let the logistics personnel start to distribute it to them.

The city-state seemed to have a record-keeping system. The amount of food each barbarian could get was limited. The old and weak ones only got three pieces of bread and two bowls of porridge, while the strong ones, such as the eight people sitting next to him, could get five pieces of bread and three bowls of porridge. As for the dozen or so strongest barbarians in the middle, in addition to seven pieces of bread and five bowls of porridge, each of them got a fist-sized piece of meat.

Wu Xianxiao himself only got three pieces of cake and two bowls of porridge, but there were eight kind-hearted people beside him. They all gave half of their cakes and porridge to Wu Xianxiao with good intentions, and even refused to accept them. They were so anxious that tears were about to fall from their eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Xianxiao was not polite. He praised the eight barbarians, making them cry with joy. Then he began to eat and drink voraciously, eating most of the food that was enough to burst two or three barbarians, leaving a piece of bread and a bowl of porridge, and then carefully gave some to Jiujiu, Daphne, and Beelzebub.

About half an hour after eating, Wu Xianxiao saw the eight barbarians around him preparing their weapons. They all looked at Wu Xianxiao at the same time. The barbarian who sat next to him at the beginning said in a muffled voice: "Chief, how are we going to fight next?"

Wu Xianxiao asked, "How do you usually fight?"

The eight barbarians looked at each other, and one of them said, "Follow us and kill the weaker ones who are in large numbers. We don't need to cut off their heads after we kill them. The shaman in the city will naturally know how many people we have killed. One head can get more bread and paste at the next meal. If we chop off more than three heads, we can also get a bag of food and two pieces of meat."

Wu Xianxiao nodded slightly. He watched the city-state army begin to gather in the camp, then he stood up and said, "Stay beside me and help me protect my three animals. I will make each of you chop off at least one head, but if they are hurt... you will experience the extreme pain until you die."

The eight barbarians were all frightened. They looked at each other, and all of them looked at the three animals on the rag with extremely clear eyes. They were kind-hearted and could not bear to see animals die, so they would definitely try their best to protect them.

"Very good, you see, outsiders say that we barbarians don't like communication and unity. That must be prejudice!"

Wu Xianxiao smiled and said, "You have convinced me that we barbarians can still communicate and unite."

(End of this chapter)