The last three Nord soldiers were pushed to the wall and ordered to kneel.

Beside them were more than a dozen headless Nord corpses, and the Nords were decapitated with their own weapons, the easiest way to die, a reward for the warriors. A little further afield, the fate of the Creelians was much worse: they were first punished with their ears and noses gouged, and the Creelians who killed their slaves were castrated and then stoned to death. This torture numbs my heart, and I used to feel cruel when I saw the punishment of hanging poachers, but now, when I see the bloody Creelians dragging their broken bodies slowly, I feel that all the laws I have ever seen cannot be called cruel."

The three Nord soldiers were full of reluctance, after all, they were only a little short of escaping the mine: they could have been breathing a sigh of relief from the well, drinking cool wine, washing their wounds with clean spring water, and waiting for their strength to recover, and then set out to take revenge on us rats at the bottom of the well, instead of waiting to be executed, as they are now.

"Get down on your knees, brave man." Said the black chief.

With the exception of Abi, all the slaves had the most respect for this chief, and when he spoke, all the noise would cease and everyone would look at the three men in silence.

"Mercy." A Nord man is still pleading, just like the dozen or so Nords who have been executed, in the face of death, he always wants to intercede for himself, hoping that the Grim Reaper will open his net.

"Enough," said one of the old men at the head of the Nords, "our shame is not enough, get down on your knees, boy, and let them see how hard the bones of the Nord men are." ”

The three Nords knelt by the stone wall, their hands on their waists, and their heads outstretched.

I seem to have seen this old man, and I thought for a while, and it turned out that this was the head of the Chamber of Commerce who reprimanded the Creelians when we went down the well. These Nords are really reckless. How could such an important person be sent to participate in such a dangerous event?

Old Man Nord's hair was completely drenched with sweat. His face was covered with ash and blood, and Whitebeard trembled slightly with anger and fear, and he rested his head on his side on the stone, awaiting execution.

"Brave old man," said the black chief, raising his sword, "may thou dwell forever in the forest of God, on the top of a tall tree, free from wild beasts." ”

After a muffled sound of tearing flesh and bones. The old Nord's head rolled to the side.

Instead of kicking it away like any other Nord head, the black kids around carefully picked it up and wrapped it in a rag. The remaining two Nords were then executed in turn.

We collected thirty-four daggers, as many daggers. Seventeen iron half-helmets, more than twenty leather helmets, thirty-six iron rods and the same number of marching hoes, as well as more than a dozen pairs of chain mail and many more cuirasses made of hard leather.

The slaves tacitly distributed these weapons and armor, with the strongest getting the most weapons and armor, and the old and weak getting what the strong picked up. Although the whole body still looked tattered, the ranks of slaves already looked much neater. The slaves gathered together and dragged the corpses deeper into the corners. The priest took some people to dispose of the corpses. Or maybe it's for the gods they dedicate.

The number of wounded and dead among the slaves was more than twice as many as the mine troops. The slaves gave a simple bandage to the lightly wounded and let them return to the group. Then they carried the seriously wounded to a cool place with water, told them to rest, and promised that they would come and pick them up when they had taken the mine.

The slaves sat in a circle, excitedly recalling the battle and boasting about their bravery. Abi and the black leader around him began to argue about something, and it seemed that Abi was quite dissatisfied with the black leader. Abi kept pointing at the badly wounded slaves lying by the wall, and at the blood on his face, and cursed about something. On the other side, the black leader didn't say much, he just patiently listened to Abi's words, then pointed to the slave sitting behind him, and waved Abi to shut up.

The slaves were the men of the black chief, and when they attacked the Nords, they were hiding in the caves and did not participate in the battle. The people around Abi who lost the most in the battle were half as many as before the riot, and most of the rest were wounded. The men of the black leader suffered only modest losses, a dozen wounded, and only one or two died.

The tribes of the oases were never closely united with each other, which is why they were often overwhelmed by peoples far outnumbered by them. With just two hundred troops, the Salanders were able to sack more than a dozen oases one after another, and then bring back more than ten times their own slaves and herds of livestock. Sometimes, the most ferocious forces attacking the Oasis are the hostile Oasismen, to whom the neighbors are more hateful than the outsiders.

I don't really know what the forces were like among the slaves, and I don't know who to support. Abi leaped and called me a brother, but I didn't dare to trust him, because Abi always did a lot of things that I didn't expect, which made me more suspicious, and I would never give my back to him to protect me when I was on the battlefield. At the same time, I was much more familiar with the black chief's style, he was more like a veteran, silent, but he had a plan, and it was difficult to get his friendship, and it would be very tricky to be treated as an enemy.

The slaves did not say much about this, they just watched the argument between Abi and the black chief, waiting for instructions for this next move.

I went to the lift to take a look.

After the collapse of the Nords, the Nords who were using the lifting platform here tried to close the wooden door and let themselves escape first. But this is the case with people, and the Nords, who could not safely return to the lifting platform, desperately dragged their compatriots and prevented them from closing the wooden door. The lifting platform without closing the wooden door is fixed to the ground by six tenons and tenons, unable to move. In the end, not a single Nord escaped.

At this time, a pipe connected to the ground kept coming up with the sound of "bell~bell~". Paul listened and told me that it was someone from the mine who was asking why the lifting platform couldn't be pulled up, if something was wrong.

"With just this kind of voice, can you express such a complex meaning?" I kind of don't believe Paul's words.

"That's it," said Paul, "you see, when you're talking to people you know, sometimes it's a simple pout, a word. It can express a lot of meanings. Isn't it? It's the same here, there are only a few situations that can be encountered in the mine, 'start pulling' and can't pull, how can you do it? "If there are too many people, go down a few", these meanings are very simple, if there is a tacit understanding between the people on both sides. Just by striking these iron pipes, you can understand. Once, when I was sending ore up the shaft, one of the tenons fell off and stuck on the lifting platform, and as a result, I couldn't go up at all. At that time, I kept hearing this kind of bell sound, and asked me to check the lifting platform. ”

"If you say so, we don't have to learn how to speak. Anyway, after getting acquainted with it, you don't have to say anything. ”

"Probably," said Paul, looking worriedly at the lift, "but we'd better get these gangsters to come and see it soon, and if the people on the well don't see anyone go up for a long time, we'll be in trouble." ”

"We've killed more than thirty people," I said to Paul, "and how much trouble could we have." ”

But I agree with Paul, the people in Inoue are not stupid. They probably expected something to go wrong down the ground. It's just that the problem may be more than they think. The floor of the platform was covered in blood, which was left behind by the two Nords who had made the platform. They were pulled out of the platform almost insane, grabbing everything they could, just wanting to stay inside the platform, their nails crumbling at the planks, the dregs of wood digging into their fingers, and their hands were bloody and fleshy. In the end, in order to get them out of the platform, the slaves had to kill them on the spot, leaving the place dirty and slippery.

By the time I approached Abi and the black chief, they had stopped arguing and stared at each other, the slaves behind them clenching their weapons and watching the sudden movements of the other side. I suddenly missed those mercenaries very much, those mercenaries usually have their own bad faults, cunning and hateful, but when the battle begins, those mercenaries know that they can only rely on each other to survive in the battle, and when they encounter contradictions and dissatisfaction, they will try to avoid conflicts, and then settle together when the battle is over, so that they will not give up the fighters to others, and they will not be weakened because of the dispersion.

"My brother," I said to them, as I sat down beside them and said to them after they had both spotted us, "the battle is not over, what are you arguing about?" ”

"If you have our skin, if you have the blood of the Oasis, I will tell you, invite you to be the judge," said the black chief, "but now you don't want to get involved in our words, I don't want you to dictate our ''''' problems." ”

I didn't expect the black chiefs to suddenly distance themselves from me, and I felt that since I could represent Giovanni, I could at least be considered an ally. I turned to Abi, hoping to make a breakthrough here in Abi.

"That's what I think." "My brother, this is so important that I can't let you get involved," Abi said. ”

Abi said the same thing, which annoyed me a lot.

"I said," I said to them, "I have not thought of stirring up trouble among you, and do not rush me away. Listen to the sound on the other side of the lifting platform, the people on the well are already impatient, what are you going to do? Should they wait for the men on the well to send another group of heavily armed soldiers down, or should they go up to the well at once and attack them when they are not prepared? ”

Abiy and the black leader continue to confront each other.

"If some things are not settled," said the chief, "it makes no difference whether you go up to the well or not." Abi, whether it's you or me, a decision must be made here. If you live wrongly, it is better to die together here. My men will only obey my orders, my men have been bandits, mercenaries, slave traders, wars, and blood. If you don't listen to me, you won't be able to get out of the mine. ”

Abi glared at the black leader, his eyes were red, his teeth almost biting his lips, and his eyes were filled with tears. Abi was stupid enough to use his tears to deal with a ruthless man, which is really not clever.

"I will not be in danger of you." Abi said, "I still have more people than you." ”

"Yes." The black leader stood up, and the slaves behind him stood up together, and the majestic momentum immediately overwhelmed the men behind Abi, who retreated in horror. "But there aren't many fighters."

Paul walked over, "Guys, stop arguing, if you don't respond to the people above, they won't wait." ”

I've been thinking about one thing in my head, and the chances of success in this thing are small, but not impossible. If I hadn't done it, I would never have had such a good opportunity again.

"If you really have to solve something," I said to the people on both sides in a tense atmosphere, "then solve it quickly, but quickly." Before that, give me a weapon, give me a helmet, give me the head of that old man Nord. ”

"What are you going to do?" Abi asked me.

"Uewell."