A Tremendous Victory

By then, You Ye had already led six hundred archers to the outskirts of the battlefield. Without needing to give any orders, the other two hundred warriors assigned to lure the enemy charged forward with wild battle cries, finishing off the enemies who had not yet fully died.

The wet, muffled sounds of spears punching into flesh rang out in waves. The Cannibal Tribe's Totem Warriors who were still breathing were soon wiped out to the last man.

Everyone immediately began cleaning up the battlefield. The archers retrieved their arrows to replenish their "ammunition." That was the advantage of Feathered Arrows: they could be reused, an edge gunpowder bullets could never match.

After a brief rest, the Han Tribe's Hunting Team members made ready and quietly crept back. Only a few dozen Totem Warriors remained at the Cannibal Tribe's Temporary Camp, while several hundred captives were being watched over there. With the eight hundred or so people on their side added in, victory was practically nailed down.

The warriors were all deeply excited. Not a single one of their people had been lost in the battle just now. Only a few warriors serving as bait had suffered minor injuries during the pursuit, while they had killed around two hundred enemies. This was undoubtedly a tremendous achievement. At least in their eyes, it was a heaven-shaking victory.

The Cannibal Tribe's Totem Warriors left behind at the camp began to panic. Their companions had been gone for so long without returning. Earlier, they could still hear sounds of fighting, running feet, and the screams of many people, but now not a single sound remained. The surroundings were deathly silent, save for the rustling of the bleak autumn wind through the reed marsh.

Could the enemy have deliberately lured them away? Could their