Ralph ran over like a gust of wind, his face gloomy, obviously not bringing good news: "Clayton ran." ”

"Clayton ran away, what do you mean?" Sean and McGee looked at each other.

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, Clayton the Scavenger had gone out of the city with his men, and with them were four or five hundred freed slaves, but the brothers who defended the city did not dare to stop them. ”

"Damn, let this old thing run away again, this old guy is the reincarnation of a mountain fox, with such a sharp nose!" scolds McGee the Skull-Crusher, who was just preparing to fire him when they took the first step and ran away.

"It's not that he has a sharp nose, it's that he wasn't prepared to fight us to the end in the first place. Sean sighed in hindsight.

People have long been ready to run away, naturally they are not afraid of offending themselves to death, they are still here stupidly preparing for fire and others, after all, they are underestimating each other, Clayton, the scavenger has such a god-hating virtue, and it is not purely a fluke that he has been in the Andes Mountains for more than 20 years.

"To chase or not to chase?" After McGee the Skull Crusher was angry, he accepted the reality faster than Sean, after all, he had fought with the other party for so many years, and he didn't know how many rounds he had fought openly and secretly, and he had long been deeply aware of the other party's cunning, and it was not the first time that meat like the current one still flew away.

"There's no need to waste too much energy on him, the time left for us is very short, there are still many things we need to do, this old guy can't run far, which vulture you see smells blood, and will stay away, I hope he will still be so lucky next time." Sean shook his head, McGee the Skullcrusher seemed to be asking for his opinion, but in fact, he was inclined not to chase after him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked at all, and he would have already roared out of the city with people.

Although Clayton the Scavenger is out of the city, it does not mean that he will go directly to his lair, according to his temperament, he will definitely hover at a distance not far away, waiting for them to fight to the death with Old Bolton, and finally enter the field, choose the fattest piece of meat to eat, and maybe even have the evil idea of letting them fight for both sides, and he will monopolize all the delicious evils.

Before you play the old Burton, you don't have to worry about the other party coming out, which is also good news in the bad news.

There's a lot to do right now, and that's not an excuse.

Among them, cleaning up the battlefield is the first priority, even in late autumn, the temperature in the daylight is still not low, if you don't dispose of the corpses as soon as possible, it won't take three days, and there will be no way to live here.

From the afternoon onwards, except for the granaries and armories, which were important places such as the granaries and armories, other such as the freed Andes mountain slaves, the Bastille army were all mobilized to dig pits and bury their bodies.

In this plague rampant, the city and village will be destroyed at every turn, regardless of race, talking about the epidemic, no one dares to slack off on this matter, and rushes to work overnight.

The next day, just after dawn, all the bodies were moved into two large corpse pits, one for the Bastille slaves and one for the Andes hill people.

It's not that I haven't considered cremation, but there are too many people who have died, and the wood alone is a big number, and it's too late, and it's hard to burn the corpse into ashes in the open air, and in the end, there is a pile of charred corpses that need to be processed twice, which is even more troublesome.

On the contrary, it is not as simple as deep burial, not to mention that the Andis mountain people also have a similar saying that they are buried in the soil and the leaves fall back to their roots, which is extremely exclusive to cremation.

The only difference between the two is that the Bastille slaves were thrown into it indiscriminately, while the Andes hill people were neatly placed in.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I brought you out, but I couldn't bring you back, I can't let you have a tomb of your own, a coffin of your own, a monument of your own, but don't worry, my parents I will treat you as my own parents, your children I will treat as my own children, as long as I have a bite to eat, I will never let them starve, and your name will one day spread throughout the Andes Mountains and become a hero of word of mouth. ”

Sean personally sorted out the remains of every Andes mountain folk who died in battle, whether it was the boy army, the berserk mountain tribe army, or those Andes mountain slaves who rose up to resist.

"If I'm unfortunately killed in battle, let's deal with it like this, it's not a good place to be buried in an earthen pit with my brother," even McGee, the skull-crusher, who had always been smug and didn't care about life and death, became very emotional in this atmosphere.

"What kind of? Give Lao Tzu a good life, give Lao Tzu a good life, do you think Lao Tzu is willing to say such a sensual thing? Even if you live a nest, it is better than being a hero when you die. Sean glared at McGee the Skull Crusher viciously, "You think it's beautiful, it's a hundred times since you died, leaving a bunch of sons and daughters for Lao Tzu to raise, all of them belong to pigs, they can eat it, and they can bear the sins they made, don't want to throw them to Lao Tzu." ”

"Fuck you, it's not that your kid made the situation so grand and sad, and almost didn't cheat Lao Tzu's horse pee. McGee the Skull Crusher waved his big hand, tilted his head and said, "Damn, the wind and sand are so big today, I'm blind, hurry up and finish it, it's time to eat, the living are starving to death, and there is still time to talk to these dead people." ”

Today's wind and sand are indeed very large, and it is far more than McGee the Skullcrusher who has been blinded.

Sean ignored McGee and walked through the whole ceremony step by step, not for show, but for the sake of sincerity.

Any kind of ritual is not for the dead, but for the living, whether it is sincere or showy, and when the solemn ritual is finished, whether it is the Andes mountain slaves or the Bastille army, the gaze of Sean is obviously different.

There is one more thing in it that is difficult to understand, and I no longer dare to underestimate each other because of the other party's young face.

As for the Young Army and the Berserk Mountain Legion, the former's eyes were fanatical from beginning to end, while the latter was naturally nervous and didn't care much about his life and death, so how could he care about these spiritual things.

"Take off all your clothes, throw them into the fire next to you, I didn't hear it, take them all off, there is not a single left, mother, your ragged clothes are broken with eighteen holes, what is there to be reluctant to give up, wait a minute, change you into a brand new one, don't bring the tools back to the city, throw them into the white puddle over there, be careful, don't fall in, if you fall down and cook, you have to dig a pit to bury you, rest assured, there will be new clothes for you to wear later." ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, they're all big men, what's there to twist and pinch? Still not satisfied with your little brother's size, embarrassed to show it? That's what your mothers care about, who has the kung fu to care about this? If you want to eat, hurry up, there is hot salty soup and big steamed buns with white flowers waiting for you, what is enough! What are big steamed buns? Why do you have so many problems, that is, white bread, make sure you eat the first one, and want the second, you are not in a hurry, and the people behind are still in a hurry. ”

"Jump in, all jump in, everyone stays in at least half of the hourglass, rest assured, the master has also soaked in it before, no one can die, of course the taste is not very good, don't grind, why are you again, where do you have so many problems? This is used to prevent the epidemic, to prevent you from contracting the epidemic, if you don't want to soak it, see over there, the food pipe is enough, you can carry as much as you want, it's all yours, but you don't have to enter the city, you don't want to live, don't come to harm us." ”

Achill followed the team in a daze, not tired from digging the earth, moving corpses, and filling the soil all night in a row, this bit of work is really nothing for people who have been dealing with all kinds of stones since they could walk, mainly hungry.

The last time I ate was noon the day before yesterday, a bowl of vegetable soup with a clear bottom, and a piece of black bread the size of a fist that could crush a person to death.

The fat, pig-like quartermaster became more and more black-hearted, and even the black bread began to cut corners, and there was not even a third of the barley in it, and the rest was all for the cattle.

It's okay when it's hard, if you soak it in water, it will immediately fall into a batter, and that thing won't top your stomach at all, especially a half-sized kid like him, who doesn't need an hourglass to digest it after eating, and the rest of the time is torment, until the next meal.

If it is a normal day, when he goes out to work, especially when he goes to the field for logging, quarrying, mining and other work, Achill is fighting to go, especially in the direction of the mountains, it is indeed very dangerous, maybe a cold arrow will fly out of nowhere and kill him.

However, there are also more opportunities to obtain wild food here, not to mention all kinds of wild fruit and grass roots, and occasionally lucky to catch game, as long as the soldiers who lead the team share more than half, usually also turn a blind eye.

Because those fellow clans in the mountains angered the city lord and raised an army to fight, they could only nest in the city these days, and Achill didn't care about the outcome of the war, he only cared about when the city lord would come back, they could go out of the city to work, and his stomach would be better, not that he was indifferent, but that his stomach rebelled against him all day long, so how could he have the heart to think about anything else?

It is true that those people in the mountains have the same appearance as themselves, but since their grandfather, they have left the mountains, not only themselves, but even their fathers, have never set foot in the mountains, and his father is stronger than him, at least when he was a child, he had heard his grandfather tell stories in the mountains.

But his grandfather died early, and when his mother gave birth to him, his father not only forgot those stories, but even his native language would only stumble a few words, and even more so when he got here, he could only barely understand some of them, and he didn't think about it, and Byronic became his first language.

If you say that you don't have any feelings for Dashan at all, it is self-deception, and I don't know if it's because of my father's daily chatter, or because of the words of the people around him, Dashan has long been equated with freedom in Achill's heart.

Every time he looked at the mountains, Achill was both yearning and afraid.