The day after this attack, the sound of horses' hoofs was heard in the distance of the deserted road, and a group of Aran cavalry was seen approaching from afar, and finally stopped at the place where the battle had been.

The sight here made the Alans gasp when they saw it, for the road was lined with headless corpses, their heads stuck against the road, spears stuck in front of their broken necks, and the tips of the spears were stuck in their heads.

Under the scorching sun, their heads had dried up to the point of not being shaped, and such a neat arrangement looked poetic, but the Alans present couldn't help but clench their fists.

"Who are they?" One of the leading officers asked, his words low and his anger flowing out inadvertently.

The guy standing behind him trembled, really incomprehensible that in such a hot temperature he was like being in an ice cave, his face was pale, bloodless, and his palms were covered with sweat, which was why he couldn't stop wiping it.

"I'll ask you again." The officer turned his head and looked at the fellow coldly, his voice was not high, but it was precisely because of this that the shivering fellow shrugged his shoulders sharply, and gasped for breath in fright. The already bloodless face turned even paler.

"I don't know, I don't know!" The guy trembled as he said, "They are like devils hunting the Heroic Spirits, their faces are pale, they don't show a trace of expression when they slaughter us, they all look the same. ”

The officer was obviously indifferent to the soldier's state, and he just wanted to know everything he wanted to know from the soldier's mouth, so he then asked, "So, do you see who is in command of them?" ”

"They all look exactly the same, almost carved out of the same shape." When the soldier said this, he probably remembered the time of fear, and his face turned even paler. "They just kill, soldiers, coachmen, not a single one."

"Don't let go of any of them? So how did you get out? The officer looked at the soldier with a puzzled expression, and it was evident from his eyes that although he had asked, he had asked knowingly.

"I run fast, I run as fast as a bird in the sky." "It's good that they didn't chase me, and I don't know why, they don't seem willing to waste time on me," the soldier explained. ”

"Or maybe I want you to come back and report the news, so that we can all know what they did today, instead of stupidly waiting until the corpses in this place are all turned to bones before reacting that this place has been attacked!" The officer suddenly said a lot to the soldier as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, not only spraying the poor creature with saliva on his face, but also making the guy stare at himself with wide eyes and not knowing what to do.

With that, the officer turned his gaze to the neatly lined corpses, and he seemed attracted by one of them, only to see him walk slowly and slowly, and then look up at the head stuck in the spear.

The head was one of the most miserable in the line, and its mouth was slashed open by a sword, then forcibly removed and an apple was stuffed inside.

The Alain officer's throat moved up and down, and he hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to reach out and pinch the apple that was also dry.

Because the corpse was stiff, the apple was stuck in it and couldn't get out, so he wasted a lot of effort to pull the apple out.

"Boom!"

The spear, which had lost its center in an instant, fell in the direction the officer was pulling, and slammed into the ground with its skull.

The officer didn't care about the skull, it was a dead thing anyway, and it didn't hurt. He set his eyes on the apple, which had been bitten down and the blood on it had clotted. It was clear that the creature was eating apples before he died, and the attentive looters were still keeping track of what the creature had done before he died.

"I should really thank you, if it weren't for your tipping, we really wouldn't have known about this attack so quickly." The officer said, turning his head to look at the soldier behind him.

"Oh, oh, thank you, thank you, sir." The soldier was stunned for a moment, then nodded again and again when he felt that he was fine, and the nervous and solemn expression on his face relaxed at this time, and he looked a lot more relaxed.

"Smack!"

Just as he nodded yes, the apple smashed into his face impartially, and the sudden pain made him retreat again and again, covering his face and wailing.

"You really should join them!" The officer glared at him angrily, clenched his fists, and as he spoke, he stepped forward and threw his right hand in the face with a heavy punch that knocked him to the ground.

"From now on, shame will be with you!" The Alan officer cursed as he pointed to the Alan soldier lying on the ground and curled up in a ball, and beckoned the other soldiers to lift the corpses lined up on the ground and bury them nearby.

He beckoned a herald to the light horseman and said to him, "Bring to our chief what you have seen today, and warn the Alans that we are in trouble!" ”

The hussars nodded and mounted their horses, and in a moment they disappeared from everyone's sight.

But just as they were leaning out of the tools they were carrying, the officer suddenly pointed at the helpless deserter who was standing behind him.

"You, come here." The officer pointed at him and said.

The deserter was still a little afraid of what this guy had just done, he didn't know what he was trying to do, but if he didn't obey the order, he would only get a more brutal blow, and after a short thought, he decided to step forward.

"What's your name?" The officer asked him.

"Davax." The deserter replied, his expression glazed over, not knowing what the officer was trying to do.

"Okay Davax!" The officer said, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said to Davax: "You have also seen that we have come all the way, not only have we not slept well, but moreover, this, you see." As he spoke, he casually pointed to the sun in the sky and said to Dawax, "The gods of Valhalla seem to be very unhappy with the contrast, they make the sun hotter and make us thirsty and unable to work, do you know why?" ”

"I don't know." Davax's voice was so small that it was almost audible only to mosquitoes.

"Because you've made a mistake, Davax." The officer pointed to the corpses and said, "They rebuked you in heaven because you chose to flee when you should have fought, and you abandoned them and left them exposed here even if they died, so they want you to atone for your sins and bury their bodies, and you can't let anyone help you." ”

"Yes, yes, ......"

"Huh?" Dawax wanted to say something, but the officer's reaction was very strong, Davax was not stupid, he knew that if he refused, he might be treated like those corpses.

He gritted his teeth, thinking that he would rather believe it, and although he was extremely reluctant, he nodded anyway.

"Very good, Dawax." The officer laughed and said, "Looks like you still understand your situation, you damn bastard!" With that, he snatched the shovel from the hands of the other soldiers around him, shoved it into Davaks's hand, and said to him, "It's okay, start your atonement!" ”

The sun was scorching, and a large group of people watched in the shade of the nearest tree as Dawax sweated and dug the earth alone, with no one to help, and they all took it for granted.

Because of his labor and thirst, Davax felt like he was in hell, and he wanted to cry, but the sun evaporated his tears, and only made him feel dizzy, and soon he fell into the pit with exhaustion.