Suddenly, Charlie stopped again.

Juan's legs trembled, and there were corpses all around: "What the hell, why do you stop again?"

I just said that it was a reminder that there were corpses, but now there are corpses everywhere I can see. So what are you stopping to do this time, it's not to remind the front that the corpse is gone. Or if you want to stop and not leave, you should stop in a place where there are no corpses.

Charlie turned his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised as just now, tepidly, very gentlemanly, and the words were round: "It seems that there is still one alive." ”

At this time, under the roots of a tree not far away, a person's hand was slightly raised and fell, and the splash made everyone understand that there was really a living one... But the question is, isn't that wet thing in his ear just soaked feathers?

The Indian's life was so hard that he was stabbed and fell under the roots of a tree, but fortunately the ground was relatively high, and when he lay down, his face was exposed. If the ground is low, you will die of suffocation if you don't lose blood. After being put on horseback and dangling for more than two hours to reach the mountain, Charlie found a more suitable cave.

Make a bonfire, put people aside, and wash the wound with water first. The wound had been soaked white and swollen, but it was now dry. Fortunately, it rained, otherwise the flies would be more prone to necrosis and inflammation as soon as they lay eggs, and maggots would burrow into their internal organs, and they would not be able to take them out at all under the current conditions.

Because I have always lived here, I have adapted to the environment here. In addition, there are no drugs here, which have been passed down from generation to generation, so the body is very resistant.

Charlie was threading the needle, and the wound was almost dry, and stitches were needed. There was no special medical use, so he burned the needles of his clothes with fire, and soaked the threads in wine.

Amanda held out her hand: "Or I'll come." ”

"No, I'm the leader of the team today, I should come. Just this little wound, not a few stitches. Charlie sewed up.

The Indian seems to have woken up, and suddenly became alert... Fortunately, his teammates were aware of it and held it down first.

"Don't move, it'll be right away. Charlie paused, held it down, and continued sewing.

"He~" Andre, who was helping to hold it down, found something, and called He Ningyan, who was pouring dirty water from the wound, to the side: "She's looking at you." ”

"Really?" He Ningyan walked over, and at this time, Lyer Bill, who had come back from collecting firewood, also returned. The Indian turned his gaze to them.

"I know you. The Indians spoke.

"Huh?" He Ningyan raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't have any Indian friends, and this person's face was all dirty.

"In the village, my knife was exchanged for your meat. ”

Ah~, that's when I remembered. He Ningyan smiled: "The meat tastes okay, right?"

It's a pity that the Indians don't have much sense of humor and don't like to laugh. But at least lie down obediently and let Charlie patch his wounds.

A piece of mutton was handed over, and the Indians took it, devoured it, and then stood up.

"Where are you going?" asked Bill.

"Go home. "The Indians went straight out.

"What did he say?" asked Juan, puzzled.

"He said he was going home. Charlie looked at his teammates and asked, "Why don't we go with us?"

I insisted on keeping the Indians, loading everything up, and going with them.

As he walked, he talked to each other. But the Indians were like mutes, they didn't speak, and they staggered a little forward.

After He Ningyan said something to Charlie, Charlie shouted, "Why don't you ride a horse." "Go like this, slowly, it's better to let him ride a horse, faster.

"It's almost there!" finally the Indian spoke.

When they arrived at his "home", the Indians were stunned, and walked step by step to the village full of corpses, stepping on the muddy water stained red with blood.

Adults and old people, women and children, all died. The corpse remained in the position it was in when it was dead, and the most unbearable thing was the corpse of a baby, which was thrown to death. And the young woman who died next to the baby should be the mother of the baby.

On the periphery of these two corpses, there were more than a dozen corpses. There were women, children, and men, and judging from the posture of the time of death, it should be that they saw the baby being thrown to death, and the baby's mother was angry after she pounced on her in grief and was also killed, but the strength was far inferior to that of the person who killed them.

And on the other side, a row of a dozen Indian men was shot, almost neatly laid in a line.

The Indians stood in the middle of the village, a little sluggish, and there were no living compatriots as far as the eye could see... Suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible wail. The sound echoes in the rainforest, but it is no longer heard by relatives and friends.

He jerked up the axe from which he was chopping wood on the ground, turned his head, and stared at Juan with red eyes.

Juan realized that something was not quite right, and stepped back in horror: "What do you want to do?"

The Indians raised their axes and rushed towards Juan!

When the teammates saw that something was wrong, they hurried to stop it. The guy was so grieved that he took the fire out of Juan.

"It's not me, it's not me~" Juan sat in the muddy water in fright, holding his head in his hands. Sure enough, he didn't even dare to escape.

"Don't be impulsive, he was with us yesterday and didn't kill your people. "Everyone said that they didn't dare to let go, don't hack Juan to death, feel comfortable, and then cut others.

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill, help, help~" Juan held his head and screamed, trembling like chaff, almost burying his head in the soil.

At last stopped, and when the axe was taken, the Indians fell silent. When everyone was sure that he had calmed down and would not take anything to cut people again, they let it go. I saw him dragging the corpses one by one into a room.

Although they didn't know what he was going to do, everyone still helped him move the body together. He Ningyan and the other two women didn't have much strength, so they were responsible for placing the materials first, the horses were tied up, and the sheep were optimistic, so they didn't run away when the time came.

The village is not large, with thirty or forty thatched huts, framed by local branches, and covered with leaves and bark on the walls and roofs. In front of the simple original houses, some of them are decorated with various stones, glass bottles, bones, etc. In the house, the bonfire has been extinguished, and the food is basically gone, only a few are scattered on the ground. Animal skins and household items were also left behind.

There should have been some livestock/livestock here, with pigsty and chicken coops, but these were gone, only a few skinny dogs, looking for bread that had fallen to the ground and bones with little meat.

It seems that after killing people, they swept away what they could eat and what they could use in the village. I didn't see a horse, it seems that the village is so poor that there are no horses, so the Indians don't ride, he can't ride.

When all the bodies were moved to a room, the Indians went to pick up the branches and piled them up inside and outside the house. Here, firewood is placed in every house, and almost all of it is gathered together.

When the Indians threw the torch in and watched the fire slowly burn ...

When everyone returned to the cave, it was almost dark. Everyone gets busy and prepares dinner. The Indians, on the other hand, sat alone on one side of the cave, facing the wall, sitting cross-legged and silent.

"Why did you just cut me off?" muttered Juan, almost dying.