Chapter 12: Ballad

Benson knows too well about his distant cousin who has grown up with him since he was a child. What he wants to do and what he wants to get will definitely get it by all means. If he can persuade him, he won't be there. Here accompany each other to suffer and suffer together.
Since Benson began to remember, he has been dealing with these mountain people. It is not clear how many people have passed through his hands. He is very aware of the dangers in it, even if it is planned and armed. No matter how complete it is, there will be a large number of slave hunters entering the mountain every year, but there is no news and never come out.
　　 Entering the mountain, they are facing not only man-made disasters, but also natural disasters. The changeable climate in the mountains is definitely not controlled by a ghost slave who has only lived here for a few years.
Bartley’s turbulent style of acting made Benson’s last admonition still dead. The other party’s order has gone down, and the possibility of changing the other party’s mind is zero. Not to mention, it is very likely that he will be in the other’s mind. The image in China is definitely a loss-making business, and now I can only pinch my nose to recognize it.
Of course, the most important point is that Benson is still more confident in his own strength. Unlike Bartley, a novice, he made full preparations before entering the mountain. He not only used Eber, a senior ghost slave—although This ghost slave likes to play tricks and tricks is very disgusting to him, but he has to admit that his previous performance is really good, if from the perspective of the hunting team in the past, this time the harvest is quite rich.
In addition, Benson also drew a squadron from his father's elite marksman team. Each of them was carefully selected by his father and trained in accordance with the standards of Andis mountain people's marksman. They are also proficient in archery, tracking, survival in the wild, and many other skills. If you talk about hunting skills, these marksmen are definitely not as good as the marksman, but if you talk about killing efficiency, the marksman is not the opponent of marksman. It was not blown out, but actually killed. The last lesson of sharpshooter training was to enter the Andes Mountains alone and successfully hunt three adult Andis mountain hunters and retrieve their hunting bows. Only qualified to join this team.
This also caused the number of this team to be small. After more than 20 years of painstaking operation, there was only one school guard. It is this school guard that allowed the Bastille to stand in the Andes mountain pass for decades. When the Andean people came on a large scale, they turned the tide and blocked these mobs in the mountains. Before they had the Bastille, they didn’t enter the mountains to hunt these Andean people, but these mountains. The people rushed out of the mountain without problems and looted wildly in the Manyu army. It was the days when Manyu people who had experienced that era could not bear to look back.
Secondly, Benson also recruited the most experienced slave hunters in the Bastille. The youngest among them had also been in the Bastille for ten years. There were no less than ten trips in and out of this mountain, although it was not like a stroll. In the back garden of my own house, if the ghost slaves who lead the way have any accident, they are the best old horses to know the way, and there is no problem in taking them out of the mountain safely.
It is no exaggeration to say that their team is definitely the most luxurious and largest slave hunting team in recent years. If they are placed outside the mountain, they can attack the city. In ordinary small cities, they are completely unified. Down, it’s definitely a surplus of labor to hunt for slaves. Don’t look at their gains this time, but even if these slaves are sold at the highest price, they will only be enough for the hire money of the elite slave hunting teams. It’s because they look at the friendship price given on his and Bartley’s identity. After all, if they act separately, the harvest may increase by 30 to 40%. Slave hunting is also a skill job, not the more the number, the better. Only he and Bartley, such a noble brother, have the ability and will play such a big scene.
For Benson, who is afraid of death, even with this kind of force, he still does not have any sense of security. If it is not for the supply can not keep up, he even wants to bring out the entire elite troops of the Bastille. For him, everything The Andis mountain people who are not chained are extremely dangerous.
　　 It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down.
This is vividly reflected in the Andes Mountains, because there is no wide road that the Byrons are accustomed to walking. Even if there is a road, it is a small path that the mountain people stepped on. Some are not even for people. There are no roads in more places. They have to clear the way by themselves. This makes the originally slender team more winding. The people here are already halfway up the mountain, and the other half are still on the mountain beam. Above.
I don’t know who sang an ancient Andean folk song first, and soon got the response of all Andes mountain folks. At first it was just a low chant, in the punches of those slave hunters. During the kick, the sound became louder and louder, and finally turned into a loud chorus, as if the whole mountain range was responding to them.
　　 "Almighty God, let them shut up, let them shut up.
Even the inexperienced Bartley felt a little wrong.
Their formation was too long, and they captured too many slaves this time. It was easy to manage before, and all the mountain slaves and slave soldiers were divided into teams. One team looked at the mountain slaves of the other. When the formation is concentrated, there is no problem in doing this, but when the formation is thin, the problem is a bit bigger.
Each squad of slave hunters will face twice as many mountain slaves as themselves. In this case, let alone Bartley, a novice, he didn’t expect it, even Benson and the hired hunting team captains. The veterans did not expect it-like this kind of large-scale joint slave hunting, they are also the first experience. The previous experience is a bit unsuitable. The most important thing is that they are just senior employees. They have a real right to speak in front of two noble masters. Weak and poor, they have been left in the team and at the end of the team to maintain order. When they made the decision before, they didn't know it. When they discovered that the situation was not right, the whole team had already started to descend.
The face of a young man who was originally a vampire, his face was even whiter at the moment, unlike Bartley, who did not understand the Andis Mountain folk language at all. After so many years of hearing and seeing, he could understand how much. In Andean, he knew the name of this ballad and the story behind it-Faetvo.
　　 The name of an Andis mountain dweller, originally a very common name, translated into Byronic means Dashan, such a name is called this name for every thousand people in the Andis mountain.
But ten years ago, an Andis mountain man by this name relied on a bow and a group of hounds to spend more than ten days in destroying his village and killing his wife and children. After the team dragged to death, and I finally died of exhaustion, the name had a special meaning to the Andis mountain people, and then an easy-to-understand and very passionate song was born, with a kind of more terrifying than the spread of the plague The speed spread throughout the Andes Mountains, regardless of men, women and children, even the newly born babies seem to be able to sing this song. Since then, the difficulty of hunting slaves has doubled, and many Andes Mountains Min would rather die than live humiliated by being caught as a slave, so this song has a new name-the song of resistance, the song of death.
　　 Now these Andean folks sang this song, what they want to do is self-evident.
"My benevolent Lord, bless them, don't do this, don't do this." Benson's whole body is tense, already pressing on the sharp sword, and praying secretly in his heart, hoping that these Andis mountain people will not do stupid things. He feels sorry for the lives of these Andis mountain people, but the current formation is too unfavorable for them. After a chaotic battle, their losses are absolutely indispensable. If the marksman he brought with him loses a few, even he Ten times more slaves from the Andes mountain people were brought back, and there was no need for a whipping, not to mention the killing in this case, no one could take his hand, then they could only return empty-handed, and he would become a Bastille. The biggest joke-with an army, didn't even catch a slave.
"Don't do this, don't do this." At the same time, Xiao En, who was hibernating less than fifty meters away, was secretly praying. Every word in the ballad pierced into his heart like a sharp arrow. His pain was inexplicable, and there was an illusion that these Andis mountain people would be killed by him.
Because this ballad was written by him, not only this ballad, but even the so-called young Andis mountain hero named "Faetewo" was invented by him, and he did not want to think about it. All the people in the story are dead, and who told this story?
At that time, Sean had just arrived in this world for a few years, and he had not really realized the cruelty of this world. He looked at the reality of the world with an ideal vision from another world, and was filled with righteous indignation for the miserable encounters of the people of Andes. , And then a story and ballad with such an inspiration and resistance was born~EbookFREE.me~ It’s just that Sean didn’t expect that this shoddy story and mechanical ballad spread so fast, it’s like a Only the invisible big hand is pushing, or perhaps the Andis mountain people living in endless hardship really need a hero of their own nation and a song to inspire themselves.
In this process, both the story and the song have been enriched and beautified to a certain extent, especially the song, whether it is the style or the lyrics, after simple fine-tuning and improvement, it turned out to be very perfect, even if it is Xiao En sang, I also felt extremely impassioned, and it was inferior to the Internationale of the previous life-I don't know whether it was in the process of singing, improved by countless people, or beautified by someone, if it is personal credit, that person's musical talent Definitely a master.
　　 Since then, the sense of resistance of the Andis mountain people has gradually become stronger, and even extreme people would rather take the whole family to die than be slaves.
　　 When this situation became more and more frequent, Sean began to question what he had done right and wrong. Without this song, many of them might become slaves, but after all, they are still alive.
Sean has always believed that being alive is more important than anything else. Only if you are alive can you have a second chance. If you die, you have nothing. Although he is someone who has lived again, the process is too inexplicable. He also said It's unclear how much luck is in it, or whether other people have such opportunities. The cost of verifying this kind of thing is too great. Sean has never had the idea of ​​exploring, at least not in the past.
　　 But this kind of thinking does not prevail among the Andis mountain people. Even the little friends like Marshall who have been taught by his words and deeds for more than ten years do not fully agree with this view, which makes Sean a failure.