Chapter 32: Aftercare

　　 Ralph ran over like a gust of wind, his face gloomy, and obviously the news was not good: "Clayton ran away."
　　 "Clayton ran away? What do you mean?" Sean and McGee looked at each other.
　　 "Just a quarter of an hour ago, Clayton the Scavenger took his own people out of the city. With them were four or five hundred rescued slaves. The brothers who defended the city did not dare to stop them."
"Damn, let this old thing run away again. This old guy is the reincarnation of a mountain fox? His nose is so sharp!" Skullcrusher McGee yelled. They just started to take him off and they kicked their legs first. Ran away.
"It's not that he has a sharp nose, but that he wasn't ready to go to the end with us from the beginning." Xiao En sighed in hindsight. He was already ready to run away. Naturally, he was not afraid to offend himself to death, but he would pay for it. I was silly preparing for the fire here. After all, I underestimated the other person. The scavenger Clayton is such a detestable virtue, still in the Andes Mountains for more than 20 years. It was a fluke.
"Chasing or not?" After Skullcrusher McGee was angry, he accepted the reality faster than Sean. After all, he had fought the opponent for so many years. He didn't know how many rounds he had fought, and he was cunning towards the opponent. I have long understood that it is not the first time that the flesh to the mouth is still flying away like this.
"There is no need to waste too much energy on him. The time left for us is very urgent. There are still many things we need to do. This old guy can't run far. You see a vulture that smells blood and will stay far away. Yes, I hope he will still be so lucky next time.
Sean shook his head. Skullcrusher McGee seemed to be asking for his opinion, but in fact he was inclined not to chase after him, otherwise he would not ask at all. People are out of town.
Although Clayton the Scavenger is out of the city, it does not mean that he will go straight back to his lair. According to his temperament, he will definitely be hovering at a not-too-distant distance, waiting for them and old Bolton to fight to death and death, and finally enter the arena , Choose the fattest piece of meat to eat, maybe even with the evil thoughts of letting them fight and lose both, he monopolizes all the deliciousness.
　　 Before fighting against old Bolton, there is no need to worry about the opponent coming out. This is also good news among the bad news.
　　 There are many things that need to be done now, this is not an excuse.
Among them, cleaning up the battlefield is the first priority. Even in late autumn, the temperature in broad daylight is still not low. If the corpses are not handled as soon as possible, there will be no way to live here in three days. Starting in the afternoon, except for important places such as granaries and armory The necessary manpower is left. Others, such as the released slaves of the Andes mountain people, and the Bastille slaves, are all mobilized, digging pits and burying their bodies. The plague is rampant, destroying cities and villages at every turn, regardless of race, talk about the epidemic. Change, in dealing with this matter, no one dared to neglect, rushing to work overnight.
The next day, just after the dawn, all the corpses were moved into two large corpses, one from the Bastille squad and one from the Andes mountain people-not that cremation was not considered, but too many people died. It is wood that is not a small number, and it is too late. In addition, it is difficult to burn the corpses into ashes when burning in the open. In the end, a pile of charred corpses needs to be treated twice, which is more troublesome. On the contrary, it is not as simple as deep burial. The people of Diss Mountain also have similar sayings that it is safe to go into the soil and that the leaves fall back to the roots, and they are extremely repulsive to cremation.
　　 The only difference between the two is that the Bastille safari army was thrown in randomly, while the Andis mountain people were placed neatly in it.
"Brother, I'm sorry, I brought you out, but failed to bring you back. Now, I cannot let you have a tomb of your own, a coffin of your own, and a monument of your own, but you can rest assured, I will treat your parents as my own parents, and your children as my own. As long as I have a bite to eat, I will never leave them hungry. And your name will one day spread throughout the Andes Mountains and become A hero of lip service." Shaun personally sorted out the remains of every Andis mountain citizen who died in battle, whether it was the young army, the violent mountain people army, or the Andis mountain people slaves who rose up to resist.
"If I die in battle, let me deal with it in the same way. I can be buried in a dirt pit with my brother. It's a good home." Even McGee the Skullcrusher, who doesn't care about life and death, changes in this atmosphere. It's very emotional.
"What kind of bullshit? Give me a good life, and give me a good life, do you think I am willing to say such nasty things? Even if you live and be useless, you are better than dead heroes." Sean screamed fiercely. McGee the Skull gave a look, "You think it’s beautiful, but you’re dead, and you’ve left a bunch of sons and daughters for Lao Tzu to raise, all of them are pigs, and you can eat them. Don't want to throw it to Lao Tzu."
"Fuck your mother, it's not your kid who made the situation so solemn and sad, and almost scammed Lao Tzu's horse urine." Skullcrusher McGee shook his big hand and raised his head. "His mother Yes, today’s sandstorm is so big, I’m lost, so I’ll end it quickly, it’s easy to start a meal, the living people are almost starving to death, and there is still time to talk to these dead people."
　　 Today's sandstorm is indeed very big, and it is far more than McGee the Skullcrusher who is fascinated by it.
　　 Sean ignored McGee and walked through the whole ceremony step by step, not for the show, but for the truth.
No ritual is for the dead, but for the living, whether it’s sincere or a show, wait until the solemn ritual is over, whether it’s the slaves of the Andes mountain people or the Bastille slaves. The gaze looking at Sean was obviously different. There was something elusive in it, and I no longer dared to underestimate each other because of the young face of the other party. As for the Junior Army and the Ravage Mountain Clan Corps, the former’s gaze was from the top to the top. The tail is fanatical, and the latter is naturally very nervous and doesn't care much about his own life or death, so how can he care about these spiritual things.
"All the clothes were taken off, and they were thrown into the fire next to them. I didn’t hear them. Take them off. Nothing is left. Mother, your torn clothes have broken through eighteen holes. What can be reluctant to give up? I’ll get you a brand new one later. Don’t bring your tools back to the city. Throw them into the white puddle over there. Be careful, don’t fall into it. If you fall and cook, you will have to dig a hole to bury you. Now, rest assured, there will be new clothes for you later."
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's all big lords, what's the temptation? Or are you dissatisfied with the size of your little brother and embarrassed to show it? That is something your ladies care about, who has the time to control This? If you want to eat, hurry up, but there are hot salty soup and white-flowered big steamed buns waiting for you, enough care! What is big steamed bun? Why do you have so many questions, it is the white big bread, guarantee you will eat The first one, and the second one, don’t worry, the people behind are still worried."
"Jump in, all jump in. Everyone stays in at least one-half of the hourglass. Don't worry. You guys have soaked in it before. You can't die. Of course, the taste is not very good. Yes, why are you again? Where do you have so many problems? This is for epidemic prevention, to prevent you from contracting the epidemic. If you don’t want to soak, you can see that side. There is enough food. How much you can carry is yours. , But you don’t have to enter the city. Don’t want to live, don’t harm us."
Archer followed the team in a muddle manner. It wasn't that he was tired of digging, moving corpses, and filling soil overnight. This work is really nothing for people who have been dealing with various stones since they can leave. Mainly hungry. The last time I ate was noon the day before yesterday. There was a bowl of clear vegetable soup and a piece of black bread that could kill people with a fist. The fat pig-like quartermaster became more and more black-hearted. Even the brown bread has started to cut corners. There is not even one-third of the barley in it. The rest is used for feeding animals. It is fine when it is hard. If it is soaked with water, UU看书www.uukanshu.com will immediately be scattered. The batter is soggy, that thing is not at all worthy, especially for his half-sized son, he can digest it without an hourglass after eating, and the rest of the time is torment, until the next meal.
If it is a normal day, when working, especially when logging, quarrying, or mining in the field, Archer will be vying to go. The field, especially in the direction of mountains, is indeed dangerous, and he might fly from anywhere. A cold arrow is dead, but there are also more opportunities to get wild food here. Needless to say, all kinds of wild fruits and grass roots, occasionally lucky to catch game, as long as the soldiers who lead the team are distributed to more than half of the soldiers, usually they are also open. Close one eye.
Because those same people in the mountains angered the Lord of the city and launched troops to crusade them, they can only stay in the city these days. Archer doesn’t care about the outcome of the war. He only cares about when the Lord of the city will come back and they can work outside the city. It’s not that he is indifferent, but that his stomach is rebelling with himself all day long. How can he think of anything else?
It’s true that those people in the mountains have the same appearance as themselves, but since their grandfather, they have left the mountain. Not only he, but also his father, have never set foot in the mountain. His father is better than him, at least when he was a child. Grandpa told stories in the mountains, but grandpa died early. When his mother gave birth to him, his father not only forgot those stories, but even his own mother tongue would only stumble and stumble, even worse when he is here. Now, I can barely understand a bit, don’t think about it. Byron has become his first language.
　　 If you say that you have no feelings for Dashan at all, that would be self-deception. I don't know if it is because of his father's daily talk or the verbal influence of people around him. Dashan has long been equated with freedom in Archer's heart.
　　 Every time I looked at the mountains, Archer yearned and feared.