Relf ran over like a gust of wind, his face gloomy, obviously not good news: "Clayton ran away."

"Clayton ran away? What does it mean?" Sean and McGee looked at each other.

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, the scavenger Clayton took his men out of the city, and there were four or five hundred rescued slaves with them. The brothers who guarded the city did not dare to stop him."

"Damn it, let this old guy run away again. Is this old guy reincarnated from a mountain fox? His nose is so sharp!" Skull-breaker McGee cursed in anger. As soon as they were about to get angry, they started running.

"It's not that he has a sharp nose, but that he was not ready to fight us to the end at the beginning." Sean sighed inwardly and realized it later.

People have already been ready to run away, so naturally they are not afraid of offending themselves to death. They are still here stupidly preparing to fight others, and after all, they underestimate the other party. Clayton, a scammer, has such a kind of despised despised by gods and ghosts, and has been suffering from strokes in the Andes Mountains for more than 20 years, which is not pure luck.

"Catch or not?" After being angry with the skull-breaker McGee accepted reality faster than Sean. After all, he had fought with the other party for so many years, and he had no idea how many rounds he had fought openly and secretly. He had long had a deep understanding of the other party's cunning. Such things as the current ones that still flew away with the mouth are not the first thing.

"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 away. Which vulture you see smell of blood will still avoid it. I hope he will be so lucky next time." Sean shook his head. McGee, the skull-breaker, seemed to be asking for his opinion, but in fact he had already tended not to chase him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked at all. He would have taken people out of the city with him in a hurry.

Although the scavenger Clayton has left the city, it does not mean that he will go back to his nest directly. According to his nature, he will definitely circulate at a distance of not far or near, waiting for them to fight against Old Botton to the death. Finally, he enters the market and choose the most plump piece of meat to eat. Maybe even with the evil intention of letting them fight for both sides, he will possess all the delicious food.

Before fighting with Old Borton, don’t worry about the other party coming out. This is also good news among bad news.

There are many things to do now, and this is not an excuse.

Among them, cleaning up the battlefield is the top priority. Even in late autumn, the temperature in broad daylight is still not low. If the body is not processed as soon as possible, there will be no way to live here in less than three days.

Starting from the afternoon, in addition to the granaries and armory, essential manpower was left behind in important places such as the freed Andes slaves, and all the Bastille army were mobilized to dig pits and bury corpses.

When the plague is rampant, cities and villages are destroyed at any time. Regardless of race, they are afraid of the epidemic. No one dares to neglect this matter and work overnight.

Just as dawn the next day, all the corpses were moved into two large corpse pits, one of the Bastille Slave Hunter and one of the Andes Mountaineer.

It’s not that I haven’t considered cremation, but there are too many people who died. The wood alone is a big number, which is too late. Moreover, it is difficult to burn the corpses into ashes in the open air. In the end, there are piles of charred corpses left and it will take two more times to deal with, which is even more troublesome.

On the contrary, it is not as simple as burying deep in the soil. What's more, Andes people also have a similar saying that they are buried in the soil and return to their roots, which is extremely repulsive to cremation.

The only difference between the two is that the Bastille Slave Hunters were thrown into the body randomly, while the Andes Mountaineer was neatly placed in it.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I brought you out, but I couldn't bring you back. When I came, I couldn't let you have your own tomb, your own coffin, and your own monument. But don't worry, I will treat your parents as your parents, and I will treat your children as your children. As long as I have a bite, I will never let them starve. Your names will one day spread throughout the Andes Mountains and become heroes who speak out."

Sean personally sorted out the remains of every Andys Mountaineer who died, whether it was the Young Army, the Furious Mountaineering Corps, or the Andys Mountaineer slaves who rose up to resist.

"If I unfortunately die in battle, I will deal with it this way. Being able to be buried in the same pit with my brother is a good destination," even the skull-breaker McGee, who has always been carefree and does not care about life and death, became very emotional in this atmosphere.

"What nonsense? Let me live well, let me live well, do you think I am willing to say such stingy words? No matter how cowardly I live, it is better than being a hero if I die." Sean glared at the skull-breaker Mackey fiercely, "You think beautifully, but if you die, you will be completely destroyed. Leave a bunch of sons and daughters for me to raise. They are all pigs, and they can eat them. You can bear the evil you have committed by yourself. Don't think of throwing it to me."

"Damn it, you kid is so sad that the situation is so grand and sad that he almost cheated out my horse's urine." Skull-breaker McGee waved his big hand and raised his head and said, "Damn it, today's wind and sand are so big that it's so confusing. Hurry up and end it quickly. It's time to starve to death. The living people are almost starving to death. There is still time to talk to these dead people."

Today's wind and sand are indeed very strong, and the eyes are far more than the skull-breaker McGee.

Sean ignored McGee and finished the entire ceremony step by step, not for the show, but for the true feelings.

No ceremony is for the dead, but for the living. Whether it is sincere or show, when the ceremony is full of solemn taste is completed, whether it is the Andes slaves or the Bastille army's eyes at Sean have obviously become different.

There is something that is hard to understand inside, and I will never dare to underestimate the other person because of his young face.

As for the Young Army and the Furious Mountain Civil Army, the former's eyes were fanatical from beginning to end, while the latter was born with a big nerve and didn't care much about his life and death. How could he care about these spiritual things?

"I took off all the clothes and threw them into the fire next to me. I didn't hear them. I took them off, and there was nothing left. Damn, your torn clothes have eighteen holes torn. Is there anything you are reluctant to leave? I'll change you to a brand new one later. Don't bring the tools back to the city. Throw them into the white puddle over there. Be careful not to fall in. If it falls and cooks, you have to dig a hole to bury you. Don't worry, you'll have to wait and see if you'll have new clothes for you to wear."

"Hurry up, hurry up, all the big men, what's there to be hesitant? Or are you dissatisfied with the size of your little brother and embarrassed to show it? That's what your mother cares about, who has the time to care about this? If you want to eat, hurry up, there are hot salty soup and white steamed buns waiting for you, so you can handle it! What is a big steamed bun? Why do you have so many questions? It's white big bread. I'm sure you'll want to have the first one and want the second one. You're not in a hurry, and the people behind you are still in a hurry."

"Jump in, everyone jumps in, everyone stays at least one-half of the hourglass inside. Don't worry, man has soaked in it before, and it won't die. Of course, it's not very good. Don't be too slow. Why is it you? Where do you have so many problems? This is used to prevent you from getting infected with the epidemic. You can't soak it. If you don't want to soak, you can see that there is enough food. You can carry as much as you can. It's yours, but you don't have to go in the city. If you don't want to live, don't harm us."

Archie followed the team in a daze, not for a long time to dig, move corpses, and fill the soil. This job is really nothing for those who have been able to deal with various stones since they can leave, mainly because they are hungry.

The last time I ate was noon the day before yesterday. A bowl of vegetable soup that was clear and a piece of black bread that could kill people with a big fist.

The fat quartermaster, like a pig, became increasingly unintentional. Even the black bread began to cut corners. There was not even one-third of the barley inside, and the rest were all for feeding animals.

It's okay when it's hard. If you soak it in water and it will immediately dissipate into a batter, the thing will not be overwhelmed at all, especially for a half-sized boy who can digest it without an hourglass after eating. The rest of the time is torment, and it will last until the next meal.

If it was a normal day, when working, especially when going to work, Achiel would fight to go to work such as logging, quarrying, and mining. In the wild, especially in the direction of mountains, it was indeed much more dangerous. Maybe a cold arrow would fly out from somewhere, which would cost a life.

However, there are more opportunities to get wild food here. Needless to say, all kinds of wild fruits and grass roots are lucky enough to catch wild game occasionally. As long as you are assigned to most of the soldiers who lead the team, you usually turn a blind eye.

Because the same tribes in the mountains angered the city lord and launched an army to attack, they could only stay in the city these days. Achiel didn't care about the outcome of the war. He only cared about when the city lord would come back. They could go out of the city to work and his stomach would be better. It was not that he was indifferent, but that his stomach rebelled against him all day long, so how could he have the heart to think about anything else?

The people in the mountains have the same appearance as themselves, but since their grandfather, they have left the mountains. Not only themselves, but their father has never stepped on the mountains. His father is better than him. At least when he was a child, he heard his grandfather tell stories about the mountains.

But my grandfather died early. When my mother gave birth to him, my father not only forgot the stories, but also had only a few stuttering sentences in his mother tongue. Even if he was here, he could not do it. He could only barely understand a little and just stop thinking about it. Byron became his first language.

If you say that you have no feelings for Dashan at all, it would be a self-deception. I don’t know if it is because of my father’s daily remarks or the words of the people around you. Dashan has long been equated with freedom in Achiel’s heart.

Every time I look at the mountains, Achiel yearns for and fears.
Chapter completed!