Ralph ran over like a gust of wind, his face gloomy, and it was obvious that he was not bringing good news: "Clayton ran away."
"Clayton ran away? What do you mean?" Sean and McGee looked at each other.
"Just a quarter of an hour ago, Scavenger Clayton led his people out of the city. With them were four to five hundred rescued slaves. The brothers who defended the city did not dare to stop them."
"Damn it, let this old guy run away again. This old guy is the reincarnation of a mountain fox? His nose is so sharp!" Skullcrusher McGee yelled angrily. They were just about to fight him, but he kicked his leg first.
Started running.
"It's not that he has a sharp nose, it's that he wasn't prepared to fight us to the end from the beginning." Sean sighed secretly at his hindsight.
He had already prepared to run away, so he was naturally not afraid of offending him to death. He was still here stupidly preparing to attack him. After all, he was underestimating the other person. Scavenger Clayton looked so disgusting.
Virtue's success in the Andes Mountains for more than twenty years is not purely a matter of luck.
"Should we pursue him or not?" After Skullcrusher McGee lost his temper, he accepted the reality faster than Sean. After all, he had been fighting with the opponent for so many years, overtly and covertly, for countless rounds, and he was very aware of the opponent's cunning.
I have long been aware that this is not the first time that the meat that reaches the mouth still flies away like this.
"There is no need to waste too much energy on him. The time left for us is very tight. There are still many things we need to do. This old guy can't run far. If you see any vulture smelling blood, he will stay away.
Yes, I hope he will be so lucky next time." Sean shook his head. Skullcrusher McGee seemed to be asking for his opinion. In fact, he was already inclined not to pursue it. Otherwise, he would not have asked at all and would have been hurriedly leading him.
Went out of the city with people.
Although Scavenger Clayton has left the city, it does not mean that he will go back to his hometown directly. According to his temperament, he will definitely be hovering at a distance not too far or too close, waiting for them to fight to the death with Old Bolton and finally enter the scene.
, choosing the fattest piece of meat to eat, maybe even with the evil intention of letting them both lose and he monopolizes all the delicious food.
Before fighting against Old Bolton, there is no need to worry about the other party showing up. This can be regarded as the good news among the bad news.
There are a lot of things that need to be done now, and this is not an excuse.
Cleaning up the battlefield is the top priority. Even in late autumn, the temperature is still high during the day. If the bodies are not disposed of as soon as possible, there will be no way to live here in less than three days.
Starting from the afternoon, in addition to the necessary manpower left in important places such as the granary and the armory, others such as the freed Andis mountain slaves and the Bastille slave army were all mobilized to dig holes and bury the corpses.
In this plague that is rampant and destroys cities and villages at every turn, regardless of race, no one dares to neglect this matter, regardless of race, and they work hard all night long.
At dawn the next day, all the corpses were moved into two large corpse pits, one for the Bastille Slave Hunters and one for the Andis Mountain Men.
It's not that I haven't considered cremation, but there are so many people who died, and the wood alone is a huge amount, and there is no time at all. Moreover, burning in the open air makes it difficult to burn the corpses into ashes. In the end, there are piles of charred corpses that need to be processed a second time.
, more troublesome.
On the contrary, it is not as simple as deep burial. What's more, Andis mountain people also have a similar saying that they should rest in peace and return to their roots after the leaves fall, which is extremely repulsive to cremation.
The only difference between the two is that the corpses of the Bastille Slave Hunters were thrown in randomly, while the bodies of the Andis Mountain People were neatly placed.
"Brother, I'm sorry. I brought you out, but I couldn't take you back. In the end, I can't let you have a tomb of your own, a coffin of your own, and a monument of your own. But don't worry,
I will treat your parents as my own parents, and your children as my own children. As long as I have a bite to eat, I will never let them go hungry, and your names will one day spread throughout the Andes Mountains and become
A hero who is praised by everyone.”
Sean personally sorted out the remains of every Andis mountaineer who died in the war, whether it was the young army, the violent mountaineer army, or the Andis mountaineer slaves who rose up in resistance.
"If I unfortunately die in battle, let's deal with it this way. Being buried in a pit with my brothers is not a bad destination." Even Skullcrusher McGee, who had always been careless and didn't care about life and death, changed in this atmosphere.
Very emotional.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Live a good life for me. Live a good life for me. Do you think I am willing to say such disgusting words? No matter how coward you are alive, it is better than dying as a hero." Sean glared fiercely.
Skullbearer Mikey glanced at him and said, "You have a beautiful thought. If you die, you will be done with it. You will leave behind a bunch of sons and daughters for me to raise. They are all pigs. They compete for what they can eat. You will bear the sins you have done."
Don’t even think about leaving it to me.”
"Fuck you, you kid made the situation so solemn and sad, and you almost cheated me out of my horse's urine." Skullcrusher Mikey waved his big hand, raised his head and said, "Fuck
Yes, the wind and sand are really strong today. I’m confused. Please finish it quickly so that we can start eating. The living people are starving to death. I still have time to talk to these dead people.”
The wind and sand were really strong today, and Skullcrusher Mikey was not the only one who was blinded.
Sean ignored McGee and went through the entire ceremony step by step. It was not for show, but sincerity.
Any kind of ceremony is not for the dead, but for the living. Whether it is sincere or for show, when the solemn ceremony is over, whether it is the Andis mountain slaves or the Bastille slaves.
The look in Sean's eyes was obviously different.
There is something incomprehensible in it. I no longer dare to look down on the other person because of his young face.
As for the Youth Army and the Violent Mountaineer Army, the former's eyes are fanatical from beginning to end, while the latter is naturally very neurotic and doesn't care much about his own life and death, so how could he care about these spiritual things.
"Take off all your clothes and throw them into the fire next to you. Didn't you hear me? Take off all your clothes, not a single piece is left. Damn, your rags have eighteen holes in them. What's the point of being reluctant to part with them?"
I'll give you a brand new one later. Don't take your tools back to the city. Throw them into the white puddle over there. Be careful not to fall in. If you fall in and get cooked, I'll have to dig a hole to bury you.
Don’t worry, there will be new clothes for you to wear later.”
"Hurry up, hurry up, we are all big men, what is there to be coquettish about? Are you still dissatisfied with the size of your little brother and are embarrassed to show it? That is what your ladies care about, who has the time to care about it?
This? If you want to eat, hurry up. There is hot salty soup and big white steamed buns waiting for you. Enough! What is a big steamed bun? Why do you have so many questions? It is a big white bread. I guarantee you will eat it.
The first one, and the second one too, if you are not in a hurry, the people behind you will be."
"Jump in, everyone jump in. Everyone should stay in there for at least half an hour. Don't worry. I've soaked in it before. It won't kill anyone. Of course, the smell won't be very pleasant. Don't wait any longer.
Yes, why is it you again? Where do you have so many problems? This is for epidemic prevention to prevent you from contracting the epidemic. If you don’t want to, you can do it. You see over there. There are enough grain pipes. You can carry as much as you can. It’s all yours.
, but you don’t have to enter the city. If you don’t want to live, don’t come and harm us.”
Aqil followed the team in a daze, not that he was tired from digging, moving corpses, and filling in soil all night long. This kind of work was really nothing to a person who had been dealing with all kinds of rocks since he could walk.
Mainly because I'm hungry.
The last time I ate anything was at noon the day before yesterday. It was a bowl of vegetable soup with a clear bottom, and a piece of black bread big enough to crush someone with my fist.
The quartermaster, who was as fat as a pig, became more and more evil. Even the black bread began to cut corners. There was not even a third of the barley in it, and the rest was used to feed the livestock.
It's okay when it's hard. If you soak it in water, it will immediately disperse into a batter. That stuff won't hurt your stomach at all, especially for a guy like him. He doesn't need an hourglass to digest it. The rest of the time is just a torment.
, and stay up until the next meal.
On a normal day, when going to work, especially logging, quarrying, mining and other work in the wild, Aqil would always rush to go there. The wild areas, especially in the direction of mountains, are indeed very dangerous, and they might fly from somewhere.
A cold arrow was fired and his life was taken.
However, there are more opportunities to obtain wild food here, not to mention all kinds of wild fruits and grass roots. Occasionally, if you are lucky enough to catch game, you only need to give half of it to the soldiers leading the team, and usually turn a blind eye.
Because those fellow tribesmen in the mountains angered the city lord and raised troops to attack them, they could only stay in the city these days. Aqil didn't care about the outcome of the war. He only cared about when the city lord would come back and they could go out to work. He
The reason why his stomach feels better is not because he is indifferent, but because his stomach is rebelling against him all day long, so how can he think about anything else?
It is true that the people in the mountains have the same appearance as him, but since his grandfather, he has left the mountains. Not only himself, but also his father have never set foot in the mountains. His father is stronger than him, at least he heard it when he was a child.
Grandpa told stories about the mountains.
But my grandfather died early, and by the time his mother gave birth to him, his father had not only completely forgotten all those stories, but he could only speak a few stumbling words in his own mother tongue, and even less so when he came here, he could only barely understand a few words.
Don't think about it anymore, Byronic became his first language.
If you say you have no feelings for Dashan at all, you are deceiving yourself. I don’t know whether it is because of his father’s daily talk or the influence of the words of people around him. Dashan has long been equated with freedom in Aqil’s heart.
Every time he looked at the mountains, Aqil felt both yearning and fear.