When Sean arrived, the situation was very clear, and he roughly understood what happened from Ralph's mouth.
The two sides facing each other were the Youth Army and the mountain slaves released during the capture of Bastille. These people were already red-eyed. After killing all the Bastille soldiers they could find, they set their hateful eyes on the Bastille slave army.
, the Youth Army naturally does not allow this kind of thing to happen.
During the night attack, the resistance of the Bastille slave soldiers was not strong. Except for the slave soldiers who were coerced to defend the city and were killed, the entire slave army camp collectively surrendered and is still concentrated in the slave army camp.
For this reason, the Youth Army does not allow others to harm them casually. This is their prisoner, and it is Sean who has the final say on how to deal with it. This group of rescued mountain people are considered senior.
The composition of the Bastille slave army is very mixed, including Odin Orcs, Byron prisoners, and even several Kentana barbarians.
Judging from their appearance, they are not the orthodox people from the Kentana Icefield, but the Kentana barbarians who have migrated to the east of the Andis Mountains for many years. They have been assimilated by the Andis mountain people in all aspects, and their bloodline is also early.
It has become mottled and impure, and is already a completely different race from the orthodox Kentana barbarians on the Kentana Icefield. The bloodline of Kentana barbarians mixed in Skullcrusher McGee is from this branch.
However, the largest number are Andis mountain people. To be more precise, their ancestors are Andis mountain people. They have been slaves for several generations, which are also commonly known as mature slaves. Ghost slaves usually come from among them.
It was the ghost slaves who completely ruined their reputation among the Andis mountain people, so much so that every familiar slave with an Andis face looked like a ghost slave to the Andis mountain people.
This kind of generalization is absolutely wrong. There are hundreds of people, and there are all kinds of people. Which ethnic group does not have black sheep? Which ethnic group does not have a few black sheep?
After all, there are only a very small number of ghost slaves. Most Andis mature slaves are just poor people who were forced by the environment and had their backs broken. From childhood to adulthood, they are just objects that can be bought and sold at will.
If you have never tasted what it feels like to be a human being and a free person, how can you behave like a free person?
As long as they are not treacherous and evil people, let them taste the taste of free people, and then let them return to the humiliating life before, they will be even more angry than normal free people.
"Find out those people who are making trouble." Sean looked solemn. This is no small matter.
There are more than two thousand Bastille slave soldiers who survived in the slave army camp. They are all in the best age of their lives. They look very miserable now. This is just caused by long-term malnutrition. As long as they are given a few good meals, they will soon become full of vitality.
man.
Human beings are sometimes very fragile, but sometimes they are tougher than cockroaches. Compared with people in this world, even those who lived in the most remote mountainous areas in their previous lives were just flowers in a greenhouse.
If it is done well, this will be a big help. After all, their temporary coalition only has about 2,500 people.
Someone was clearly deliberately stirring up trouble. The one who yelled the loudest sounded like he was speaking completely to the Youth Army. However, while he kept praising the Youth Army, he was desperately trying to put down the slaves who had just been rescued in Bastille. In the end, he even
If you slander someone maliciously, then you have ulterior motives.
This kind of low-level flattery can confuse the young army, but it cannot hide it from Sean's sophisticated eyes.
At the same time, I secretly lamented that in the past two years, Ralph's talent has not only not deteriorated, but has become sharper.
At first, Sean thought that the other party came to him because he wanted to see Marshall's jokes. Now it seemed that he had underestimated his companion. Marshall, who was immature in his methods, really couldn't deal with the situation in front of him.
If he had arrived a few minutes later, under the fire of those people with ulterior motives, there would have been a bloody conflict. Once blood was seen, even if he was the reincarnation of the God of Truth, there would be nothing he could do.
Those two thousand Bastille slaves were not two thousand animals. They remained indifferent when the sword was applied to them. Once they became red-blooded, not only the young army, but also the entire temporary coalition of Andis mountain people would be involved.
Just thinking about how much damage there will be in a chaotic battle makes me shudder. I hate the person who secretly caused the stumbling block in my heart. It's really a piece of mud that can't be held up. I just achieved a little bit of victory, and there's so much fucking behind me.
Make small moves.
Sean was just about to step forward when he saw the majestic figure striding in the distance. He immediately shrank back. He secretly praised in his heart that Ralph was becoming more and more stable in his work. Not only did he go to call him in person, but he also sent someone to kill the Skull Crusher.
McGee was invited over. McGee was more suitable than him to handle the situation at hand.
After all, his face is too young to be intimidating. It's okay for those who know him, but it's embarrassing for those who don't know him. People don't look down on you at all. Unfortunately, most of the people in front of him don't know him.
This is normal. The Andis Mountains stretch across thousands of miles, and Sean's influence only covers hundreds of miles around the village where he lives. There are many Andis Mountain people who don't know him. When the Youth Army was developing, he deliberately
It avoids the western part, which was severely affected by the Bastille, and extends to the east.
Skullcrusher McGee is different. His unusual size is his best reputation. In addition, he has been fighting against the slave hunting team for decades, and he has long become a key figure in the anti-slavery activities of the Andis Mountain people.
An iconic flag, especially in the eyes of these captured Andis mountain people, is like the sun.
"You fucked me up with your troubles. Why, have you become more capable? Okay, I'll give you a chance. You go in and pick someone at random. Each person has a sword and fights alone. Life or death depends on it." Skull Crusher
Of course, Mikey would not reason with them gently and silently. He grabbed the one who made the most noise in front of him and roared with saliva.
The smell of alcohol, bad breath, sweat, and blood combined to form the most terrifying biochemical attack, which almost knocked the poor guy unconscious. Obviously he knew the evil reputation of Skullcrusher Mikey, so he said pitifully: "Master Mikey, there is a misunderstanding.
, it’s just a misunderstanding, we are definitely not here for you, we are targeting the group of evil slaves inside, we are afraid that these cunning guys will stab us in the back and eliminate the hidden dangers in advance.”
"Tell me first, how can you tell whether the people inside are ghost slaves?"
"It's simple. We just need to identify them one by one. As long as they look familiar, you can't go wrong by cutting them with one knife. If it doesn't work, just cut off all the people inside to avoid future troubles." Ghosts are afraid of evil people, and they stand tall in front of others.
A big, ferocious Skull Crusher, this Andis mountain man was obviously three points shorter in aura, and his words were involuntarily flattering.
A good man does not suffer the consequences of his immediate loss. This man is known far and wide for his violent temperament. If his head is crushed open by him, his death will be in vain. The people following him are all blinded by hatred and making noises.
I don’t have many life-long friendships and I won’t stand up for myself.
"Shit! Shit! You look familiar to me. Should I chop you down to avoid future troubles?" Skullcrusher Mikey almost laughed out of anger at the opponent's logic.
I have never seen someone care so little about human life. My hands started to itch. I really wanted to squeeze open his head and see if the structure inside was the same as that of other Andis mountain people.
"Unjust, absolutely unfair. I am from Hutou Village, which is only fifty miles away from Shangshui Village. I often go to Shangshui Village to do business. We should have met each other. It is normal for Mr. McGee to look familiar to me.
There are many people in your army who know me, and they can vouch for me."
"You still know the word unjustly accused, how can you be sure that others are not unjustly accused?" Skullcrusher Mikey snorted and threw him far away, looking around, "Who is still dissatisfied? Come out and talk to me, don't worry.
Okay, I only talk about truth today, not fists."
Wherever Skullcrusher McGee looked, everyone took a step back. I'm afraid they all have the same thoughts running through their minds. When you say this, please don't wave your casserole-like fists.
Whispering with the wind.
The sharp-eyed people also found an unknown red and white liquid on his hand. The group of burly men under him stared at them like wolves and tigers, with an expression of eagerness to try.
On the other side, Ralph came to Sean's side quietly and whispered: "There are four people in total, all under our control. Familiar faces, the core confidants of the scavengers, do you want them!"
Ralph made a throat-slitting gesture.
Sean nodded slightly and said: "Do it cleanly and efficiently. When the time comes, all the battle losses will be included in the battle losses. It will stop at them. Don't let the situation escalate. It's not time to fall out."
"Understood, just wait and see." Ralph still had a brilliant eight-tooth smile, and his thin figure flashed in the crowd for a few times before disappearing.
Unexpectedly, this guy with an out-of-touch temperament actually took charge of his own affairs before the steady-minded Marshall. It seemed to be a problem with his education. Just keeping Marshall by his side like an old hen protecting his chicks would not be conducive to his maturity. It was necessary.
Give him more opportunities to exercise.
Skullcrusher McGee was very satisfied with the current reaction. Apparently he didn't know that Sean had secretly eliminated the unstable factors, and thought he was intimidated.
Without deliberately causing trouble, none of the captured Andis mountain people were willing to fight to the death. They were not even a mob. They were just red-eyed and hot-headed and gathered together to attack the slave army camp.
When it comes to venting, it's really hard to say that there are life and death enemies among them.
The slave soldiers of the Bastille were mainly engaged in various tasks that the Bastille soldiers were unwilling to do, such as repairing city walls, farming, logging, mining and rock mining. They were soldiers rather than hard laborers of the established system. They really couldn't stand it.
He sold his ancestors and soul to become a ghost slave. He left here long ago and lurked into the mountains secretly.
As for the activated ghost slaves that the Andis mountain people hate the most, they have either died in the mountains. Those who come back alive have already taken a large bounty and left here as soon as possible, stupidly running to the capital or the king.
They were all at ease.
The smarter ones will cut off contact with everyone who knows them from now on, stay anonymous, and are not prepared to appear in front of any Andis people. They themselves also know how hateful their actions are.