The barbarian camp was located in an open wasteland, surrounded by low hills and sparse bushes.
Although it is called a camp, it is actually more like a large village.
It’s just that the buildings here are simple and messy, with thatched-roof houses crowded together crookedly.
The area around the village was filled with debris and garbage, and even piles of excrement could be seen, emitting a foul smell.
At this moment, several barbarian soldiers were sitting around the fire.
They held the charred pieces of meat in their hands and kept tearing into them.
The grease flowed onto their fingers, making their hands, which smelled of blood and sand, instantly sticky.
But they don't care because they have always lived this way.
"Hey! Come over here and eat some meat!"
A soldier with a fat face shouted at a companion not far away, waving a skewer of roasted red and black meat at him.
The barbarian soldier was squatting next to a pile of debris, fiddling with a few stolen gadgets in his hands.
It was an exquisite silver wine cup and several glittering gold coins.
Hearing the shout, he raised his head suddenly, then quickly stuffed the things into his arms and covered them with a rag.
Then he quickly stood up and walked over pretending to be calm.
“Here it comes!”
He dusted himself off as he walked and forced a smile on his face.
"What kind of meat are you grilling? It smells delicious!"
The fat soldier grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "What other kind of meat could it be?"
"Just got it, it's very fresh! Try it, it's much better than the last time!"
The barbarian soldier took the skewer, took a bite, and said in an unclear voice: "Well, it's really good! But it would be better if there were some spices."
A tall and thin soldier nearby raised an eyebrow: "Spices?"
"You really know how to enjoy it! But..."
As he spoke, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and opened it carefully. Inside was some dark red powder.
"I actually have some good stuff here, which I stole from a caravan. I heard what it was... well, I forgot, it's not important anyway!"
The muscular soldier widened his eyes, snatched the bag, put it to his nose and sniffed it: "Wow? You hid it well! You're taking it out now?"
The tall and thin soldier smiled proudly upon hearing this: "Of course, good things should be kept for later use."
"But I'm happy today, let's all try it together!"
At this moment, another barbarian soldier came over with a jar of wine: "It's boring to just eat meat! Come, try this!"
He said this and put the wine jar on the ground.
One of the barbarian soldiers immediately said, "Hey! Isn't this wine? Where did you get it from?"
The soldier patted the wine jar proudly and said, "Where else can I get it from?"
"I robbed a caravan a few days ago and took some money. This stuff is really good!"
The fat soldier laughed when he heard this, then he grabbed the wine jar and poured a few bowls of wine, passing them to the people around him: "Come on, let's drink together!"
The tall and thin soldier took the wine bowl and took a sip: "Yeah, it's really good! Much better than what we usually drink!"
The barbarian soldiers drank wine and randomly sprinkled spices on the meat, and some powder even floated into the wine bowl.
Not far from them, there was a pile of tattered clothes scattered around.
There were also some old baskets and a few small metal objects, either silver or bronze.
Obviously, those were loot.
At this time, the tall and thin soldier had already eaten his fill with a dagger.
He picked his teeth and said casually, "I heard that the Hebrews came a few days ago."
"They said that we should assist their army in attacking Holy Egypt."
A soldier with scars all over his face chewed his meat and sneered, "Huh, a Hebrew?"
"The king said that we just need to pretend when the time comes. They are busy fighting the people of Holy Egypt anyway, so the most we can do is follow the charge."
"Just don't make it too ugly."
A young barbarian soldier then spoke up: "Holy Egypt."
"By the way, I heard that their Saint Pharaoh is very powerful."
"It seems that Holy Egypt has never lost a battle since he became king."
The scarred soldier spat with disdain: "Awesome? Tsk."
"No matter how powerful you are, you are still a mortal! You have two shoulders and a head! What's so great about that!"
But upon hearing this, the tall and thin soldier frowned: "That being said..."
"But those villages in Holy Egypt are really hard to rob."
"I used to be able to get some cloth, and the 'meat'..."
He paused here deliberately and smacked his lips a few times: "The 'meat' there is really good."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding soldiers burst into vulgar laughter containing swear words.
The scarred soldier laughed and patted the tall and thin soldier on the shoulder: "Hahaha! You're right!"
"When the Hebrews and Holy Egypt are both defeated, we can go and rob them! Haha!"
"Then all that 'meat' in Holy Egypt will be ours!"
At this moment, a barbarian soldier who was eating meat not far away suddenly stood up.
He pointed to the distance and shouted, "Hey! Look! What is that?"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a scene of flying dust in the wasteland in the distance.
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