Chapter 572: Surrender (Part 2)

"How is it possible... to win over the Britons... to win over that Su Cheng... how is it possible... impossible..."

When Luge let out this groan full of grievance, pain, and unwillingness, the room of his father, Nalu, the chief of the Helai tribe——

"The Hot tribe and the others are not participating in the war?!" Nalu's roar filled the entire house.

"Yes." Standing opposite him, the young warrior named Yama nodded seriously, "I have visited every tribe, and all 27 tribes headed by the Hot tribe chose to surrender. Against the Britons."

"The Lago, Chiko, and Maho tribes did not express their stance. They neither expressed that they would fight to the end nor that they would surrender."

"So far, only the Koran tribe has made it clear that it wants to join hands with our Helay tribe to fight against the invasion of the Britannias..."

"Damn it..." Na Lu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a groan full of unwillingness and anger, "These cowards... did they choose to surrender before even firing an arrow?! Do they still have the backbone? ?”

"...Clan Chief." Yama said in a deep voice, "The Clan Chief of the Hot Tribe wants me to bring you a message..."

"What words?"

"He said... he hopes you will also surrender and not make unnecessary sacrifices... For the continuation of the race, you should surrender obediently to the Britannia..."

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2 hours ago.

Bulla Mountain, Hort Department.

"No, I don't agree."

"Don't agree?" Yama looked at Taka, the leader of the Hot tribe sitting in front of him, with a surprised look on his face.

"Chief Taka, do you plan to just succumb to the power of the Brittanians?!" Yama shouted excitedly.

"Yes, I just intend to succumb obediently to the British people's power."

Chief Taka nodded calmly and admitted it frankly.

"What's the use of fighting? If we fight against the Britannia, we will only die. Even if all 32 tribes of the Lake people unite, we will not be able to match the Britannia."

"Even if we all fight, we still can't stop the Britannia from occupying Mount Bra."

"I will not let the young men from my Hort tribe accompany you madmen from the Herai tribe to die in vain. You can go back."

The relationship between the Hort tribe and the Hellai tribe has always been friendly. The relationship between the two tribes is as close as one family, and the two tribes often intermarry with each other.

After receiving the declaration of war from the Britannias, Nalu, the leader of the Helay tribe, decided to fight to the end.

The most eloquent warrior of their tribe, Yama, was sent to each tribe to persuade each tribe to temporarily put down their hatred of each other. 32 tribes formed an alliance to jointly fight against the invasion of the Britannia.

As a result, when Yama set out to lobby various tribes, he found that almost no tribe responded to the call of their Helai tribe.

Except for the Kolan tribe, which made it clear that it would temporarily put aside its hatred with the Hellai tribe and form an alliance with the Hellai tribe to jointly fight against the Britannia, the other tribes were either hesitant to express their stance or made it clear. They want to surrender and will not join their Helai tribe in resisting the Britannias.

When Yama first came to the Hote Department, he originally had great expectations for the Hote Department.

After all, the relationship between the Hort tribe and their Helai tribe has always been friendly, and I think the Hort tribe should stand with their Helai tribe at this critical moment of life and death.

As a result, the answer from Taka, the leader of the Hort tribe, made Yama despair.

Yama slowly clenched his fists.

Strong unwillingness surged into his heart.

Yama stared at the black dots at the corners of Taka's eyes.

"Chief Taka..." Yama said in a deep voice, "You are also a warrior with a totem tattooed on your face... Although you are 55 years old this year, when you were young, you were also a brave man who was not inferior to our Nalu chief and dared to Warriors who fought against tigers with bare hands, where did your bravery go?”

Yama condensed all the resentment in his heart into this sentence.

After listening to Yamata's provocative words, Taka did not show anger.

But he smiled calmly.

There was still a bit of bitterness in this plain smile.

"Young man, you don't know how powerful the Britons are. But I do."

"Su Cheng, the leader of the Michael Knights—this person previously invited the chiefs of our 32 tribes to the Avalon Fortress on the grounds of 'promoting friendship between the two tribes'."

"In this banquet, we saw the strength of the Britannia people."

"The Britannias have a population of more than 80 million and more than 1 million warriors. Each of their warriors has complete iron equipment, as well as magical weapons such as siege crossbows and trebuchets."

"Even if all of us Lakers were soldiers, including the old, weak, women and children, our total military strength would be only a fraction of that of the Britannia people."

"There is absolutely no point in fighting this kind of war that has no chance of winning, so I will not let my Hort Department participate in the war."

As soon as Taka finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the house:

"Clan leader!"

Later, several young warriors with totems tattooed on their faces and from the Hort tribe broke into Taka's house.

The loud shout just now was made by these young soldiers.

"What are you doing here?" Taka frowned and looked at the young warriors who suddenly broke into his house, "Get out!"

"Chief!" The leader of these warriors looked distressed, "Let us join the battle! We are not afraid of the Britannians!"

"Nonsense!" Taka scolded them angrily, "Do you know how powerful the Britannians are?! What's the point of not being afraid? Can you defeat the Britannians without being afraid?!"

"Chief! Even if we can't win, we have to fight! How can we surrender to the Britannians without firing an arrow or drawing a sword?!"

"That's right! Even if we can't win, we have to fight! Just Even if we are bound to lose this battle, we still have to fight! Let the Britannians see the backbone of our Lake people! Let the Britannians know that we are not easy to mess with! "

"Chief! If you surrender like this, those tribes that choose to join the war will look down on you! They will think you are a coward!"

"It doesn't matter if they look down on you!" Taka shouted at the young warriors who suddenly broke into his house and asked to join the war, "It doesn't matter if they call me a coward! I would rather be called a coward by someone pointing at my spine than let your young lives pass in vain! Warriors of the Helai tribe! Please go back!"

The second half of Chief Taka's sentence was said to Yama.

Yama knew that Chief Taka's position was very firm and he could not be persuaded at all.

After standing up indignantly, Yama walked out of the house.

When Yama just stood up, Taka spoke to Yama again:

"Young man, tell your Nalu chieftain to surrender and not make unnecessary sacrifices. For the continuation of the race, surrender to the Britannias. Although surrender is humiliating, at least you can still live."

Yama ignored Taka's words.

He walked straight out of the house with big strides.

It seemed that he didn't want to stay in this room for even a second.

Accompanying Yama out of the house were the young warriors who had just broken into Taka's house.

When leaving Taka's house, one of the young warriors said in a disdainful tone: "Humph, I really can't stand this old man who has lost his backbone and ambition. It is really unfortunate for our Hot tribe to let such a coward be our patriarch. Is he so afraid of death? Is he still a warrior of our Lake people? Damn coward."

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The young man didn't know that although he had lowered his voice, Taka, who had keen senses, still heard it.

After hearing the young man's rebuke and insults, Taka's face showed a lonely look at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally straight back seemed to have lost its bones in an instant and collapsed.

In addition to the lonely look on his face, there was also a full of fatigue.

Just now, he was still a majestic and heroic old man.

But now, he, who is the only one left in the house, is like an ordinary old man.

Like a helpless old man.

Like a lonely old man.