Chapter 32 (2/2)

”What nonsense? Give me a good life, give me a good life, you think I would like to say such a numb thing? It's better to be a hero than to be a hero if you live. ” Sean glared at McKie, the skull breaker. ”You think it's beautiful. If you die, you'll be dead. You'll leave a bunch of sons and daughters for Laozi to raise. All of them belong to pigs. They can eat and bear their own sins. Don't throw them to Laozi.”

”Damn you, it's not you who make the situation so grand and sad that you almost cheated me out of my horse urine.” McKee, the skull breaker, waved his big hand and raised his head. ”Damn it, today's sandstorm is really heavy. I'm so lost. I'm going to finish the meal. The living people are starving to death. I have time to talk to the dead.”

Today's sandstorm is really very big. It is far more than the skull breaker McKee who is fascinated by the wind and sand.Sean ignored McGee and went through the ceremony step by step, not for show, but for real.

Any kind of ceremony is not for the dead, but for the living. No matter whether it's sincere or show off, when the ceremony full of solemn flavor is finished, the eyes of the Andes mountain people slaves and the Bastille slave army are obviously different from each other.

There is something more difficult to understand in it, and I dare not despise each other because of their young faces.

As for the youth army and the violent mountain people's army, the former's eyes are fanatical from beginning to end, while the latter is naturally neurotic and does not care much about their own life and death, and how can they care about these spiritual things.

”Take off all your clothes and throw them into the fire nearby. Don't hear me. Take off all your clothes. There's no one left. Mother, you've got 18 holes in your ragged clothes. What can I be reluctant to part with? I'll give you a brand-new one later. Don't take the tools back to the city. Throw them into the white water pit over there. Be careful not to fall into them. If they fall down and cooked, the men will return You'll have to dig a hole to bury you. Don't worry, there will be new clothes for you to wear later

”Come on, come on, it's all big men. What can I do for you? Or are you not satisfied with the size of your little brother, sorry to show it? That's what your ladies care about. Who has the time to take care of it? Want to eat quickly, but there are hot salty soup and white flower steamed bread waiting for you, enough! What is big steamed bread? Why do you have so many problems? It's white bread. Make sure you eat the first one and think about the second one. You're not in a hurry. The people behind you are still worried. ”

”Jump in, all jump in, and everyone will stay in it for at least half an hour. Don't worry about it. The men have soaked in it before, and they can't die. Of course, the taste is not very good. Just don't linger. Why are you? Why do you have so many problems? This is for epidemic prevention, to prevent you from infection. If you don't want to soak it, you can see that there is enough grain. You can carry as much as you can, but you don't have to enter the city. You don't want to live. Don't harm us. ”

Archier followed the team in a muddle, not a night of digging, moving corpses, filling to tired, this work for people who have been dealing with various kinds of stones since they can walk, it is mainly hungry.

The last time I ate was at noon the day before yesterday. I had a bowl of clear soup and a piece of black bread that could smash the dead.

The fat, pig like Quartermaster became more and more black hearted, and even the black bread began to cut corners. There was not even a third of barley in it. The rest was used for livestock.

It's OK when it's hard. If you soak it with water and it's mushy, it's not enough. Especially for a half grown boy like him, he doesn't need to digest it in an hour after eating, and the rest of the time is still in torment until the next meal.

On normal days, when he leaves work, especially when he goes to work in the wild, such as logging, quarrying, mining and so on, archier is always fighting to go. In the wild, especially in the direction of mountains, it is really dangerous. Maybe a cold arrow will fly out from somewhere and kill him.

However, there are also more opportunities to get wild food here. It goes without saying that the grass roots of various wild fruits are lucky to catch game occasionally. As long as they are distributed to the soldiers who lead the team, they usually turn a blind eye.

Because those fellow villagers in the mountains have angered the Lord of the city and launched a crusade. These days, they can only stay in the city. Archier doesn't care about the result of the war. He only cares about when the city Lord will come back and they can go out to work in the city. His stomach is better than that. It's not his indifference, but his belly rebelled against himself all day long. How can he think of anything else?

Those people in the mountains have the same appearance as themselves, but since their grandfather, they have left the mountain. Not only themselves, but also their father, have never set foot in the mountains. Their father is better than him. At least, when he was a child, he had heard stories about mountains.

But my grandfather died early. When my mother gave birth to him, my father not only forgot all those stories, but also his mother tongue only made a few stumbling sentences. When he got to him, he couldn't help it. He could only understand a little, and don't think about it. Byron became his first language.

If there is no feeling for Dashan, it is self deception. I don't know whether it is because of his father's daily chatter or the influence of the surrounding people's words. Dashan has long been equated with freedom in archier's heart.

Every time he looks at the mountains, archier yearns and fears.

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