Upon hearing this, Yan Cheng flew into a rage and demanded, "Can you guarantee that? He has already killed hundreds of thousands of our people!"

Wu Li shook his head: "I can't guarantee that."

"But all I know is that if we join forces with the Jin family now, my barbarian tribe will be completely wiped out in the future!"

"Jin Pingwu's visit this time has given us an opportunity, a chance that might resolve the grudges between us and Qin Ze. Do you understand?!"

Yan Cheng was breathing heavily, but his eyes still burned with rage.

Wu Li continued, "We will detain them here. If the Jin family shows signs of weakness in the upcoming battles, we will send them to Qin Ze to show our barbarian tribe's surrender. If the Jin family truly gains the upper hand and suppresses Qin Ze, then we will say that we were gathering troops earlier, but the troops were scattered in various places, which caused the delay."

At this point, Yan Cheng, enraged, laughed instead:

"That's quite a show of loyalty, isn't it? Have my barbarians really come to this?"

"Not only are they swallowing their anger, but they might even be helping our enemies?!"

He suddenly went berserk, shouting at everyone around him:

"Is this what it means to be a barbarian?!"

Wu Li, his face contorted with rage, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Yan Cheng's arm, and dragged him toward the door.

Yan Cheng didn't resist; instead, he laughed loudly, "Kill me! If you kill me, you won't have to make things difficult for yourselves! Hahaha!"

Everyone tried to persuade him, but Wu Li simply dragged Yan Cheng out the door and then slapped him across the face.

Then, he pointed forward and said angrily:

"Open your eyes and look!"

"The barbarians in your heart should all fight on the battlefield and die bravely and fearlessly. Then take a look at what the barbarians in my heart are like!"

Yan Cheng was still laughing, but his gaze followed the direction.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the bonfire at the previous banquet was still burning.

Around each bonfire, children dressed in coarse cloth shirts were crowded together. The youngest was only two or three years old, while others were half-grown boys. Men and women sat around the bonfire, eating the leftover food from the feast.

The young children gnawed on pieces of bone, their faces covered in oil, and even the leftovers tasted especially delicious.

After all, it's a rare treat on ordinary days.

The children, unaware of the argument, ate and played, their laughter filling the air. It was a rare and joyful time.

After all, they had both lost their father a few months ago.

With the pillar of the family gone, life became much more difficult for the family, which relied mainly on farming, hunting, and animal husbandry, after losing their "father" as a breadwinner.

Tonight, after learning that a banquet was going to be held, the children with a sweet tooth were already eagerly waiting. After all, Grandpa Wuli was not a serious or fierce person, and he probably wouldn't mind.

And that was exactly the case. As soon as the banquet ended, before they could even speak, the adults came forward and let them pass.

For children, a good meal can be a great comfort, especially since everyone here is the same kind of person.

The children were still laughing, but Yan Cheng's laughter stopped abruptly. His body stiffened, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

"Go! Go fight!"

"Take your men, and those who are willing to fight to the death with you, and head to the battlefield to fight Qin Ze alongside the Jin family!"

"My barbarian tribe already has hundreds of thousands of children who have lost their fathers. If there are a few more, we might still be able to raise them!"

"But after you leave, raise your own flag and don't involve anyone else in my tribe!"

"I don't want these poor kids to die before they even grow up!"

"Their father is dead, I am responsible for them, I will do my best to raise them to adulthood!" Wu Li roared at Yan Cheng.

The roars eventually startled the children, and at that moment, they all looked at Wu Li and his group who were arguing.

Flickering sparks drifted across the night sky, and in the firelight, the simple faces of those children, their rosy cheeks showing confusion and helplessness.