An hour later, Ikyu returned to Jinchan New Village with a group of people, this time to bury the dead in peace.

Because although their souls have already entered the Buddha realm, their bodies are still here, and they must be properly disposed of.

So, while eating, Ikyu had already called Barry Azma and asked him to send some people over to dig up the place where the body was buried and cut the timber in advance.

Not to mention, Barry Azma's enthusiasm for work was unusually high, and when he was taking a break from dinner, in addition to the people who were in charge of William Warner and his related forces, the rest of the people were sent over.

About an hour after the time of eating, at this time, Yixiu specially selected to bury the corpse, which is located in the south of Jincian New Village, about two miles away, has already been cleared out of a large open space by many soldiers with axes or chainsaws.

There are also many airborne bulldozers and excavators, filling machines, working at high speeds, knocking down large areas of trees, turning the hilly landscape into a small plain.

On the other side, the well-fed people were also carefully carried the bodies of many believers on stretchers brought down from the mountain under the orderly command of Yixiu.

When Yixiu and others arrived at the place, they saw the depth of the mountains, the shadows of the trees, and there was a plain, which appeared wonderfully in the belly of a mountain, where a small hole had already been dug out, and it was flat and neat, without a trace of gravel and debris, and it looked extraordinarily like a paradise.

And on that small plain, there are also a lot of square-shaped wood, obviously, these logs are the logs left by the trees after the reclamation of this plain, and the soldiers who came to work did not take them away, after all, the amount is very large, and it is piled up here, and besides, it may be Barry Azmat's order.

Because of such a large number of casualties, Barry Azma must have been afraid, because he had experienced one last time, and then a large number of plagues broke out.

Fortunately, there is still Hu Qingniu here, otherwise his city lord would have been taken down by Viscount Baixiong.

So later, in the past half a month, thousands of countries in the eastern part of the Atlantis continent drafted a document at the same time, that is, the method for disposing of the remains of the city-state residents.

It is clearly stated that except for the third-class people and above, except for those who are related to administrative cases, the rest of the people must have relatives arrange cremation after death, so as not to occupy land resources and spread diseases.

Of course, the difference here is from the earth, and many people are not disgusted with this policy, because many people who live at the bottom can't even buy a piece of land to bury them in the future, so how can they care about whether it is cremation or not?

Of course, if possible, people would seek an urn, which is why Barry Azma first had the soldiers put up countless matchsticks after tidying up the place, so that they could cremate those who died in the massacre at a break.

The second is that Ichishu is on the edge of those matchpiles, and he also sees rows of neatly stacked urns, and at a glance, there are at least three thousand...

When Yixiu saw this scene, the expression on his face was embarrassed and wanted to cry without tears, he didn't know whether to praise Bari Azma for being effective and thoughtful, or to be embarrassed, these more than 3,000 ashes, did he finish sending it himself?

If you can't finish it, can you keep it for yourself?

Ikyu suddenly laughed when he thought of this, not only looked at the bottom of the mountain, but where his eyes passed, it seemed that he had missed thousands of mountains and rivers, and he fell down the mountain, and seemed to see the bottom of the mountain, Viscount Justin Long, and others.

Then, Ikyu regained his mind and began to instruct the people to place their bodies on a fixed wooden rack, pour some flammable gasoline on the bottom, and throw the last fire on it.

At this time, the sun is about to set, and people throw the fires in their hands behind the wood contaminated with gasoline, and they are just a little bit away.

In the moment, the mountain is full of fire, and from a distance, you can only see it, and somehow there is a fire on the east side of the mountain body of the Golden Cicada Mountain, accompanied by the thick hata that rises to the sky, makes people wonder if it is a mountain fire.

At this time, nearly three or four hours have passed since Viscount Justin Long, arrived at the Golden Cicada Temple, and waited in front of the mountain gate.

The red man, who had been up the mountain for a long time, finally walked down the mountain, rode on a tall horse, and came to the encirclement to bow to Justin Long.

The envoy said that he still had important business to do, and asked Viscount Justin Long to wait for a moment. ”

"I've been waiting for hours, what do you mean by waiting for a moment, how long is a moment?", Justin Long said angrily.

As a result, he didn't attract the kowtow and apologize to the red man, and he didn't even say a word, he just shook his head and left the encirclement, and when he got to the back, he drank wine and ate meat.

Seeing this scene, Justin Long hated the root of his teeth, but at this moment, his life was in the hands of this group of people, and he had to obey, so he could only stomp his feet angrily and sit back on the stool that the servant had brought him.

Gradually, the sun set, the smoke in the distance gradually dissipated, the villagers of Jinchan New Village began to rebuild the wooden houses they lived in, and they were busy for a long time, tired and lay on their wooden beds, sleeping every day.

And those believers who rushed to help also went down the mountain in groups.

Naturally, they saw a large group of people blocking the mountain gate, and when they saw those majestic cavalry, they couldn't help but take a few more looks, and then ran away.

After they left, the entire Golden Cicada Mountain returned to calm, but the people under the mountain were still in the cold wind, messy.

At this time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and it was the change of season, the mountain wind was howling, and Viscount Justin Long was only wearing a few thin clothes, and his body was swayed by the mountain wind, and he shivered.

Seeing this scene, Chi Qi ordered many cavalrymen to take off their robes and throw them to the old and weak women and children.

But he was still indifferent, as if his noble status was not treated by anyone here, and it could even be said that people were directly ignoring him and letting him mess in the cold wind.

Nearly ten minutes later, the walkie-talkie on his waist rang, and he turned on the walkie-talkie, listened carefully, and then shouted at Justin Long.

"Hereby invite Viscount Justin Long, go up the mountain and talk about it"

Immediately, the heavy cavalry shouted in unison, "I hereby invite Viscount Justin Long, go up the mountain to talk!!".

Justin Long's heart was pounding, he gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly, his eyes involuntarily looked at the long mountain road, and he strode through the encirclement of the cavalry and walked towards the mountain, while the red man followed closely to prevent him from having the slightest chance of escaping.

The story is not over to be continued