Chapter 434: Alert

On the second day after the attack, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from the distance on the deserted road. A group of Alan cavalry came from afar and finally stopped at the place where the battle took place.

The scene here made the Alan people who saw it gasp, because the road was lined up neatly with headless corpses, their backs facing the road, with spears stuck in front of their broken necks, and their heads stuck on the tips of the spears.

Under the scorching sun, their heads had dried up beyond recognition. Such neat arrangement looked poetic, but it made the Alans present clench their fists.

"Who are they?" asked an Alan officer in the lead. His voice was low and his anger leaked out bit by bit without him noticing.

The guy standing behind him was trembling. It was really hard to understand that in such hot temperatures he felt like he was in an ice cave. His face was pale and bloodless, and his palms were full of sweat, which was why he kept wiping them.

"I'm asking you another question." The officer turned around and looked at the guy coldly. His voice was not loud, but it made the trembling guy shrug his shoulders and gasp in fear. His already pale face became even paler.

“I don’t know, I don’t know!” The guy trembled and stammered, “They are like demons hunting heroic spirits. Their faces are ashen, and they don’t show any expression when they slaughter us. They all look the same.”

The officer was obviously indifferent to the soldier's condition. He just wanted to know everything he wanted to know from the soldier, so he asked, "So, did you see who was in charge?"

"They all look exactly the same, almost carved from the same image." The soldier said this, perhaps recalling the fear he had in the past, his face turned even paler. "They just killed, soldiers, drivers, no one was spared."

"You didn't let any one go? Then how did you escape?" The officer looked at the soldier with confusion. It was obvious from his eyes that although he asked, he was asking even though he already knew the answer.

"I run fast, as fast as a bird in the sky." The soldier explained: "Fortunately, they didn't chase me. I don't know why. They don't seem to want to waste time on me."

"Or maybe he just wants you to come back and tip off, so that we all know what they did today instead of waiting foolishly until all the bodies on the ground turn into bones before realizing that this place has been attacked!" The officer suddenly said a lot to the soldier as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Not only did he spit in the face of this poor guy, but he also made this guy look at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do.

After saying this, the officer turned his gaze to the neatly arranged corpses on the ground. He seemed to be attracted by one of them. He walked slowly over and then raised his head to look at the head stuck on the spear.

This head was the most miserable one among all the people in this row. Its mouth was cut open by a sword blade, then forcibly removed and an apple was stuffed inside.

Officer Alan's Adam's apple moved up and down. He hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to reach out and pinch the equally dried apple.

Because the corpse was stiff, the apple was stuck inside and couldn't come out. He used a lot of effort to pull the apple out.

“Boom!”

The spear lost its center in an instant and fell in the direction the officer pulled it, and the head on it fell heavily to the ground.

The officer didn't care about the head, because it was a dead object and wouldn't hurt. He looked at the apple, which had been bitten and the blood on it had already solidified. It was obvious that the guy was eating the apple before he died. The careful looters were still recording what the guys did before they died.

"I really should thank you. If it weren't for your tip-off, we really wouldn't have known about this attack so quickly." The officer said, turning his head to look at the soldier behind him.

"Oh, oh, thank you, thank you, sir." The soldier was stunned at first, and nodded repeatedly when he felt that he was not seriously injured. The tense and solemn expression on his face relaxed at this time, and he looked a lot more relaxed.

“Bang!”

Just as he nodded in agreement, the apple hit him squarely on the face. The sudden pain made him step back repeatedly, and he kept covering his face and wailing.

"You really should join them!" The officer who attacked him glared at him with his fists clenched. As he spoke, he walked forward, raised his right hand and hit him hard in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"From now on, shame will follow you!" The Alan officer pointed at the Alan soldier lying on the ground and curled up in a ball, cursing him and calling on other soldiers to lift the bodies lined up on the ground and bury them nearby.

He called a messenger and said to him, "Take everything you saw today and bring it to our leader. Warn the Alans that we are in trouble!"

The light cavalry nodded and mounted their horses, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

But just as they were pulling out the tools they were carrying, the officer suddenly had an idea and pointed at the deserter who was standing behind him with a helpless look on his face.

"You, come here." The officer pointed at him and said.

The deserter was still afraid of what the guy had just done. He didn't know what the guy was trying to do, but if he disobeyed the order, he would only receive a more brutal blow. After a brief thought, he decided to move forward.

"What's your name?" the officer asked him.

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"Davax," the deserter answered, his expression dull, not knowing what the officer wanted to do. "Okay, Davax!" The officer said, with a smile on his face, and then said to Davax: "You can see that we didn't sleep well on the way here, and what's more, look at this." He pointed to the sun in the sky and said to Davax: "The gods in Valhalla seem to be very dissatisfied with this. They made the sun even hotter, making us thirsty and unable to work. Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Davax's voice was so soft that only a mosquito could hear it.

"Because you made a mistake, Dawax." The officer pointed at the corpses and said, "They are scolding you in heaven because you chose to run away when you should have been fighting. You abandoned them and left them to be exposed to the sun even if they died. So they want you to atone for your sins and bury their bodies. No one else can help."

"cocoa"

"Huh?" Davaks wanted to say something, but the officer's reaction was very strong. Davaks was not stupid. He knew that if he refused, he might be treated the same way as those corpses.

He gritted his teeth, thinking that it would be better to believe it. Although he was extremely reluctant, he still nodded.

"Very good, Davax." The officer laughed and said, "It seems that you still understand your situation, you damn bastard!" After that, he took the shovel from the other soldiers around him, stuffed it into Davax's hand, and said to him, "Okay, start your atonement!"

Under the scorching sun, a large group of people just watched Davaks digging the soil alone, sweating profusely, under the shade of a nearby tree. No one came forward to help, as they all thought it was natural.

Due to labor and thirst, Davax felt like he was in hell. He wanted to cry, but the sun evaporated all his tears and only made him feel dizzy. Soon, he fell into the pit due to exhaustion.

(End of this chapter)