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Chapter Twelve Ballads

Benson knew his distant cousin who he had grown up with very well. Whatever the other person wanted to do or get, he would get it by any means necessary. If he could convince the other person, he would not be there.

Here we accompany each other through hardships and sufferings.

Benson has been dealing with these mountain people since he can remember. He has lost count of the number of people who have passed through his hands. He is very aware of the dangers involved, no matter how well-planned or armed they are.

No matter how complete it is, a large number of slave hunters will enter the mountains every year, never to be heard from again, and never come out again.

Entering the mountains, they faced not only man-made disasters, but also natural disasters. The changeable climate in the mountains was definitely beyond the control of a ghost slave who had only lived here for a few years.

Bartley's impetuous behavior made Benson's final advice aborted. The other party's order had already been given, and the possibility of changing the other party's mind was zero. It was also very likely that he would be lowered in the other party's mind.

The image in the book is definitely a loss-making business, and now I can only admit it by pinching my nose.

Of course, the most important thing is that Benson is relatively confident in his own strength. Unlike Bartley, a newbie, he made full preparations before entering the mountain, not only using Heber, a senior ghost slave.

Although this ghost slave likes to play tricks, and his small tricks are very disgusting to him, but he has to admit that his previous performance was indeed good. From the perspective of previous hunting teams, this time the harvest can be considered rich.

In addition, Benson also transferred a squadron from his father's elite sharpshooter team. Each of them was carefully selected by his father and trained according to the standards of Andis mountain people's eagle shooters since childhood.

He is also proficient in archery, tracking, wilderness survival and many other skills.

When it comes to hunting skills, these sharpshooters are definitely not as good as the eagle shooters, but when it comes to killing efficiency, the eagle shooters are no match for the sharpshooters.

This is not just a boast, but a reality. The last lesson of the marksman training was to enter the Andis Mountains alone, successfully hunt down three adult Andis mountaineer hunters, and retrieve their prey.

Only with a bow are you qualified to join this team.

This also resulted in a small number of this team. After more than 20 years of hard work, there was only one school guard. It was this school guard that allowed the Bastille to stand on the pass of the Andes Mountains for decades and not fall down.

The first time the Andis mountain people came to attack on a large scale, they were the ones who turned the tide and blocked these thugs in the mountains.

Before they owned the Bastille, it was not that they went into the mountains to hunt these Andis mountain people, but that these mountain people rushed out of the mountains without any problems and led the Manyu army to plunder crazily. That was what everyone who had ever experienced that

The days of Manyu people in this era are unbearable to look back on.

Secondly, Benson also recruited some of the most experienced slave hunting teams in the Bastille. The youngest among them has also been in the Bastille for ten years and has entered and exited this mountain range no less than ten times.

In their own back garden, if something unexpected happens to the ghost slaves leading the way, they are the best old horses who know the way, and there will be no problem in taking them out of the mountain safely.

It is no exaggeration to say that their team is definitely the most luxurious and largest slave hunting team in recent years. If they were placed outside the mountain, they could attack the city. They could completely attack ordinary small cities.

Well, hunting slaves is definitely a surplus of labor.

Even though their harvest this time seems to be quite big, even if all these slaves are sold at the highest price, they will only be enough to pay for the employment of a few elite slave hunting teams. This is because they consider his and Bartley's status.

Friendly price given above.

After all, if they act separately, the harvest may be increased by 30 to 40%. Slave hunting is also a technical job. The more people, the better. Only aristocratic young men like him and Bartley have the ability and know how to play.

Such a big scene.

For Benson, who is afraid of death, even with this kind of troops, he still does not have any sense of security. If the supplies cannot keep up, he even wants to bring out the entire Bastille elite troops. For him, everything is

Any Andis mountaineer who is not chained is extremely dangerous.

It's easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain.

This is most vividly reflected in the Andes Mountains, because there are no wide roads that the Byron people are used to walking. Even if there are roads, they are small paths that the mountain people have stepped on step by step. Some of them are not even for people to walk.

There are many places where there are no roads at all.

They had to clear their way out bit by bit, which made the originally slender team even more winding. The people here were already halfway up the mountain, and the other half were still on the ridge.

I don’t know who sang an ancient Andis mountain people’s song first, and it soon got the response of all the Andis mountain people. At first, it was just a low chant, and after the slave hunters punched and kicked

As they kicked, the sound became louder and louder, and finally turned into a loud chorus, as if the entire mountain range was responding to them.

"Almighty God, shut them up, shut them up." Even the inexperienced Bartley felt something was wrong.

Their formation was too long, and they captured too many slaves this time. For the convenience of management, all the mountain slaves and slave-hunting soldiers were divided into teams. One team looked at the other team of mountain slaves.

When the formation is concentrated, there is no problem in doing this, but when the formation is thinned, the problem becomes a bit bigger.

Each team of slave-hunting soldiers will face twice as many mountain slaves as themselves. Not to mention Bartley, a novice, this situation was unexpected, even for Benson and the hired hunting team captains.

Even the veteran didn’t expect it.

This is their first time to experience such a large-scale joint slave hunt. Their previous experience is a bit inapplicable. The most important thing is that they are only senior employees. Their right to speak in front of the two noble masters is pitifully weak and they have been dumped all the time.

Maintain order in the middle and at the end of the line.

They had no idea when they made the decision before. By the time they realized something was wrong, the entire team had already started going down the mountain.

The young man, whose face was already comparable to that of a vampire, turned even paler at this moment. Unlike Bartley, who did not understand the folk language of Andis Mountain at all, he could understand it to some extent after so many years of hearing and seeing.

In Andis, he knew the name of the song and the story behind it - Faetwo.

The name of an Andis mountaineer was originally a very common name. When translated into Byronic language, it means big mountain. There is one out of every thousand Andis mountaineers with this name.

But ten years ago, with a bow and a group of hounds, an Andis mountain man with the same name spent more than ten days killing a hunting slave that destroyed his village and killed his wife and children.

After the team dragged him to death, and he himself died of exhaustion in the end, this name has a special meaning to the Andis mountain people.

Then an easy-to-understand and very passionate song was born, spreading throughout the Andes Mountains at a speed that was more terrifying than the spread of the plague. Regardless of men, women, old or young, even newly born babies seemed to be able to sing this song.

song.

Since then, the difficulty of hunting slaves by the slave hunting team has doubled. Many Andis mountain people would rather die than be caught as slaves and live in humiliation, so this song has a new name.

——A song of resistance, a song of death.

Now that these Andis mountain people are singing this song, it is self-evident what they want to do.

"Merciful Lord, bless them, don't do this, don't do this." Benson tensed up and was already pressing on the sword, praying secretly in his heart, hoping that these Andis mountain people would not do stupid things.

He pitied the lives of these Andis mountain people, but the current formation was really unfavorable to them.

After a chaotic battle, their losses would definitely be inevitable. If he lost a few of the sharpshooters he brought back, even if he brought back ten times more Andis mountain slaves, they would still have to be whipped.

What's more, no one can stop the killing in this situation. When the time comes, they can only return empty-handed. He will become the biggest joke of the Bastille - leading an army but not even capturing a single slave.

"Don't do this, don't do this." At the same time, Sean was praying secretly, dormant less than fifty meters away. Every word in the song pierced his heart like a sharp arrow, making him feel sad.

He was in inexplicable pain, and he had the illusion that these Andis mountain people would be killed by him.

Because this ballad was written by him. Not only this ballad, but also the so-called young Andis mountain hero named "Faetwo" was made up by him. He didn't even think about it.

Everyone in the story is dead, so who told the story?

At that time, Sean had only been in this world for a few years, and he had not yet truly realized the cruelty of this world. He looked at the real problems of this world with an ideal vision from another world, and was filled with indignation at the tragic experiences of the Andis mountain people.

, and then a story and song with such inspiration and resistance was born.

What Sean didn't expect was that this crude story and mechanical ballad spread so fast, as if there was an invisible big hand pushing it. Or maybe it was the reality of the Andis mountain people living in endless hardships.

We need a hero of our own nation and a song to inspire us.

In this process, both stories and songs have been enriched and beautified to a certain extent.

Especially that ballad, both the style and the lyrics, after simple fine-tuning and improvements, turned out to be perfect. Even when Sean sang it, it felt extremely impassioned, and it was no better than the Internationale in the previous life.

I don’t know whether it was improved by countless people in the process of singing, or whether it was beautified by a certain person. If it is a personal contribution, that person’s musical talent is definitely a master level.

Since then, the people of the Andis Mountains have gradually become stronger in their sense of resistance, and some are even so extreme that they would rather take their whole family to death than become slaves.

When this happened more and more, Sean began to question whether what he had done was right or wrong. Without this song, many of them might have become slaves, but after all, they were still alive.

Sean has always believed that living is more important than anything else. Only living can give you a second chance, and death means nothing.

Although he is a person who has lived again, the process is too inexplicable. He is not sure how much luck is involved, or whether other people also have such opportunities. The cost of verifying such a thing is too high. Sean has never

I have never thought about exploring, at least not in the past or now.

However, this idea does not prevail among the Andis mountain people. Even Marshall, his friends who have been taught by his words and deeds for more than ten years, do not completely agree with this view, which makes Sean feel very defeated.


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