"Thief God, those dirty cannibalistic savages, are they your own sons? ”

Song Yong, who raised his middle finger at the sky, scolded indignantly in his mouth.

After scolding, he vigorously wiped a handful of the rain that flowed down his wet neck like a small river, which kept flowing down the collar to his chest and back, which made him very uncomfortable.

It's just a torrential rain that keeps falling, and the rain is a little too heavy.

His gesture of wiping it with his hands was of no avail, and in the blink of an eye, a large amount of rain flowed from his freshly dried neck.

Tell the truth, he hated the rain so much at the moment.

It was precisely because of an untimely heavy rain that their idea of being able to completely annihilate their opponents finally came to naught.

If it was just like this, after experiencing the initial period of injustice in his heart, Song Yong could barely pack up his mood and devote himself to the intense aftermath work after the war.

After all, no matter how big the gray rabbit is, no matter how good the cow is, can he still manage the wind and rain in God?

However, this sudden heavy rain lasted a little too long.

It began to rain at about one o'clock in the afternoon, but by three o'clock in the afternoon, there was no sign of the rain stopping.

On the contrary, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it will rain longer and longer.

In normal times, for such a rare spring rain, Song Yong would only feel full of joy.

Because this means that the fields cultivated by the tribes, after being moistened by a heavy rain, are often more suitable for sowing and growing various crops.

But now, Song Yong hates this heavy rain very much.

It made the aftermath of the war extremely difficult on the coalition side.

A fire that was released by the savage army before, except for the stone hall that was burned black, the other huts of the Chibai tribe had already been burned clean.

In such an early spring weather, there was still a slight chill.

In such a heavy rain, after everyone gets wet, it will naturally cause the body to lose heat faster.

Thanks to their strong physical fitness, there are no injured personnel in the coalition army, and they can barely support themselves in such an environment, but for those who are seriously injured, it is very unbearable.

Not to mention, in order to heal them.

The herbal powder that had to be used to stop the bleeding and the gauze to bandage the wound could not be soaked by the rain, and the stone hall of the red cypress tribe could not accommodate even a tenth of the wounded.

In order to build a shelter for a large number of seriously injured people, they can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Including those who were slightly injured, they were all busy working in the surrounding mountains and forests with various tools.

The purpose is to cut down a large number of trees and build ugly spots, but it is also necessary to be able to protect from rain and wind.

So, Song Yong, who was under heavy rain and constantly wielding an axe, appeared at the beginning.

In the gap between the painstaking cutting of a pine tree with a diameter of 20 centimeters, the creature raised his middle finger at the sky and scolded indignantly.

He also knew that such swearing would not help solve the problem at all.

But in the mouth scolding like this, it can make me feel depressed, and I feel a little better.

Unfortunately, the scolding sound in his mouth was just the beginning of the sound, and a huge thunder swept through the sky, and then a huge thunder echoed among the mountains.

For a time, the wild power of nature, and the immense power that humans could not resist, were so terrifying.

In this way, Shengsheng will give all the scolding that Song Yong planned to follow up in an instant.

I could only silently wave my axe and continue to cut down the poor pine tree in front of me, and I couldn't even popularize the scientific truth of 'you can't stay under the tree on a rainy day'.

In contrast, because of the rainy environment, the characters who stay under the trees and are likely to be killed by lightning.

Compared with the number of wounded who would have hung up if there had been no shelter in time, the number would have been much less......

The heavy rain continued after nightfall, and it did not mean to slow down even a little.

The 4,000-odd coalition troops, who were already soaking wet, were busy until about ten o'clock in the evening, when they could be regarded as building a sufficient number of ugly shacks in the area around the Chibai tribe.

Not only did all the wounded move into a shack where they could hide from the rain, but they also received basic medical treatment.

Even the young and old of the Chibai tribe, as well as all the people in the coalition army, all squeezed into it and lit a small warm bonfire.

As the supreme commander on the scene, Song Yong was not until he confirmed that in addition to the sentries and spies.

After the rest of the personnel now had a basic shelter from the rain, Song Yong walked towards a shack he had built with his own hands.

Inside the shack, Gardenia not only lit a small fire early.

He even carried the marching rations, a salted fish weighing seven or eight pounds, and then put it on the fire and roasted it after scurrying it with a tree branch.

For the first time, Song Yong felt that the taste of grilled salted fish was so good.

The next morning, the torrential rain was still falling.

Because there are too many things to worry about, Song Yong, who hasn't slept all night, stares at a pair of rabbit-like red eyes, and he is not even in the mood to eat and drink breakfast in the morning.

The only shelter from the rain was brought along: an explosion-proof helmet with the mask down.

plunged into the rain curtain of 'dong dong~' on the smashed helmet, and began to inspect the various situations on the battlefield in the past.

In the heavy rain, Song Yong reached some such situations.

And there was no need for Song Yong's superfluous orders, and the gangsters and others were in the rain curtain earlier, with a large number of people busy working, tidying up and cleaning up yesterday's battlefield.

According to the totemic signs on the corpses, they divided the corpses of the two sides into two different piles.

The corpses of the savages were naturally discarded together at random, and they were soon piled up as high as a hill, looking terrifying.

As for the corpses of the coalition forces, they were placed separately according to the tribe's affiliation.

They even tidied up their shabby clothes and covered their faces with large banana leaves, which still had hideous expressions.

Unfortunately, that's all they can do at the moment.

The continuous heavy rain had no way to incinerate the corpses, and they could only be soaked and swollen by the heavy rain.

You know, the temperature is the warmest spring of the year, which is very suitable for the growth of bacteria.

Seeing such a scene, Song Yong began to worry strongly in his heart, worried that because of the delay for too long, a deadly plague would occur.

For this reason, he can only take his men with him.

A few miles away from the Crimson tribe, large pits had been dug in the muddy ground.

First, the largest number of wild man corpses were buried in the big pit, and then these corpses were buried deep with thick mud.

After doing all this, Song Yong finally got good news.

According to the report of the spies sent out yesterday, last night, the wild army was more than ten miles away, and finally completed the regrouping.

It's just that after regrouping, the savages still have an army of about 6,000 people left, and they have no intention of fighting again.

Instead, under the heavy rain, he hurriedly returned to the Snow Mountain.

In other words, the tribal alliance in the southwest region finally repelled the wild people and the Dark Palace, and I don't know how many years of planning this battlefield.

It's a pity that on the winning side, no one can show a smile.

Mainly for this victory, they paid too much price, a total of 6,000 people died in battle, or died due to ineffective treatment.

Among them was even the Red Cypress, one of the only three witches who died in battle.

It was just a pyrrhic victory, and it was not to be celebrated at all......

The sudden heavy rain lasted for two days and one night, and it did not stop completely until the morning of the third day.

Therefore, when the rain stopped, Song Yongcai breathed a sigh of relief, and commanded everyone to take some firewood that had been smoked dry by the fire early, and step up the time to cremate the coalition troops who died in battle.

At the same time, he also issued a number of strict regulations:

During the month-long incident, everyone was not allowed to drink raw water, defecate in the open, eat food from unknown sources, and be allowed to go near those big pits~

In this way, it was another busy day and night, and all the aftermath work was basically completed.

When Song Yong, who had stayed up all night, walked out of the shack where a seriously injured person was, Song Yong, who yawned a lot, saw the scene that made him feel better.

It was in a fire that burned off most of its branches, leaving only half of the bare trunk of the big red cypress tree.

I don't know when, it was already at the low end, a thin shoot grew, a shoot representing new life and hope.

Just when Song Yong was like a treasure, carefully examining that young shoot.

The kite of the personal servant of the strong bone witch Jiang Ying rushed over like a gust of wind, and shouted with surprise in her mouth far away:

"Brother Gray Rabbit, Lord Tough Bone Witch has finally woken up, she asked me to inform you to go over~"