Dream Guide - #433 - Chapter 433 Burial Place

When running around a huge village with a person on your back, you will inevitably bump into the wild people in the village. When they turned the corner of a row of wooden houses, they were spotted by a female savage carrying a basket of fruits. Behind the female savage was a child.

In an emergency, Petru showed the fighting ability of the ace mercenary back then. Before the woman could react, he rushed forward and kicked her over. When kicking, turn your body to one side and let Mrs. Larry on your back slide gently to the ground.

The woman groaned, flew backwards, smashed the door of a wooden house next to her, and fell in. The child next to him stood there in shock, neither running away nor shouting.

After Petru put down Mrs. Larry, he rushed through the broken door. He had to get rid of the woman before she made a big noise and attracted others. When he passed by the child, he reached out and took off the dagger from his mouth, and gently slashed the child’s throat.

At this moment, there was no disturbance in his heart.

He is Petrus, the jungle wolf, and Redbeard, the pirate king. He has experienced real wars, seen boy scouts carrying AKs slaughtering poor people, and seen entire villages leveled to the ground instantly by bombs…

On the battlefield, no one cares about your age, old or young, male or female, or whether you have a disability; no one cares about whether you are a virgin or whether you have a lover waiting in the distance… Here there is only the choking smoke of gunpowder and the whistling of gunfire. Bullets and the choice between life and death – the only way to survive is to kill the enemy.

War is never humane.

When the child’s body collapsed, Petru had already rushed into the house. He was as agile as a leopard. Within two seconds of entering the house, he rushed out, picked up the child’s body, and threw it into the room. Then he returned to Mrs. Larry, carried her on his back and said:

“Let’s keep walking, you should show us the way.”

Mrs. Larry said nothing and acted as if nothing had happened.

They continued to move carefully among these wooden houses, avoiding dangerous places, especially places where they might encounter the elder heads of the savages.

Before walking out of the village, Petru killed several more savages, but not every time it was as easy as before. Especially the two men I met near the sugar cane field were very strong and carried simple farm tools in their hands. After all, Petru only had a knife and had to take care of Mrs. Larry. It took a lot of trouble to kill the two savages. Fortunately, they didn’t yell, probably thinking that they didn’t need so many people to deal with two naked fugitives.

At this time, a whistling whistle came from the other side of the village. Petru knew that their escape was discovered by the villagers. It would be a matter of time, and the bodies of those he killed could not be hidden for long. Now, they needed to find a place to hide.

In front of me is a farmland. The crops in the field grow as tall as a person and look a bit like sugar cane. Petru dragged the two corpses into the sugar cane field and hid them, deliberately leaving some traces, and then carried Mrs. Larry toward the nearby altar.

Mrs. Larry asked, “Why don’t you hide in the sugar cane fields?”

Petru said as he ran: “This seems to be the only place where people can hide, and it will definitely be the focus of their search. They will soon surround this land.”

Mrs. Larry stopped talking. She knew what she was good at and what she was not good at. In terms of experience in fighting and escaping, this big man with a red beard is ten thousand times better than her.

Petru ran all the way and finally reached the trapezoidal altar that the lady mentioned. But when we got here, we realized that this place was still far, far away from the mountain with the reverse waterfall behind. There was wasteland in front of us, and there wasn’t much shelter.

The village in the distance was already boiling, and the whistling sounds of the savages came one after another. Almost all the savages came out, scattering like ants whose nest had exploded, and then slowly gathered together, heading towards the back of the village. Went in the direction of the crop fields.

Petru hid behind the trapezoidal altar and quietly poked his head out. He saw that the savages had indeed surrounded the sugar cane field. It was estimated that the large area would be enough for them to struggle for a while. But apart from there, there were also some sporadic savages searching in other places, which forced them to hide here for the time being and unable to go to both sides of the waterfall. But after the savages finish searching the crop fields over there, they will definitely find this place and must find a way to leave.

Petru looked at the situation. Behind the terraced altar was a wilderness, a bit like a mass grave, but there were almost no plants, and no one could hide there during the day. There were savages elsewhere, and it would be difficult for the two of them to escape. The only way now is to climb over the altar and return to the direction of the village. Of course, this is very risky. If there are people on the altar, or if they surround the altar, it is equivalent to throwing yourself into a trap.

Petru carried Mrs. Larry on his back, pulled her hands hard and said: “Hold my neck, don’t slide down!” Then he started to climb up the steps of the altar using his hands and feet.

The steps of the altar were steep, and the cracks between the stones were covered with weeds. The early morning dew still hung on the grass leaves, making them very slippery. Fortunately, it looked very old and had not been repaired. Many of the stones had been weathered and peeled off, making it look pitted, giving him strength in his hands and feet.

Mrs. Larry hugged his neck tightly and lay on his back without saying a word.

With great difficulty, the two climbed to the top of the altar. The top of the altar was not flat, but had downward steps, which they could not see when they were below. Even Mrs. Larry did not expect that the top was not a platform, but a big pit.

The pit is not very deep and is surrounded by steps. It is a bit like a small gymnasium, but instead of a sports field in the middle, it is filled with large and messy rocks.

Petru stuck his head out and looked into the distance. Most of the savages were gathered around the sugar cane fields, and they must have discovered the two corpses. They were searching a wide area, making beeping signals as they looked for someone. Because there were so many people and they were far apart, he didn’t know if the savage leader was also in the crowd.

Lying like a spider, he crawled along the edge of the altar to the opposite side. There are some savages in the village ahead running this way, obviously going to join the hunting army.

Petru lay motionless. His plan was that once everyone was almost in the sugar cane fields, he would run to the village. Even if there were a few people in the village, they couldn’t stop him. He guessed that his weapon was in their clan leader’s house. As long as the weapon was retrieved, the remaining ammunition and grenades would be enough to turn their village upside down. Only with enough chaos would they have a chance to escape. Even if he really couldn’t escape, he would kill a few more to make up for it.

The only bet is, where is the old man? It would have been difficult if the old man had stayed in the village instead of going to the sugar cane field. Thinking of the terrifying spiritual power, he didn’t have the slightest confidence to escape from the old man’s hands.

While he was thinking this, he saw several old people walking out of the village together, and the one in the middle was the patriarch holding a scepter. However, it seemed that the direction he was walking was not towards the sugar cane field, but towards the altar.

Petru secretly screamed something bad, and immediately retracted his body, lowering the heads of Mrs. Larry and himself, then turned back and looked at the steps leading to the bottom of the altar, with a slight hesitation on his face, wondering whether he should go down. .

Mrs. Larry probably understood their current situation and said: “There may be people hiding in those big rocks below. Let’s go down and take a look. At worst, it will just become our burial place.”

Petru nodded and said: “If so, madam, I would be honored to be buried with you!”