Chapter 2098 Headhunting

Joan adjusted his emotions and said in as calm a tone as possible:

"Colonel Anderson ordered to shoot and kill all the smallpox patients who came back to fight the fire. Later, he sent a cavalry company to set the woods where the hospital was located on fire. The isolated patients in the hospital were not killed by the smallpox virus. died in the fire."

Everyone looked in the direction of Joan's finger, and there was indeed a piece of scorched earth in the forest in the distance, and a few dead trees that hadn't burned out stood on the ruins. At one corner of the ruins stood a tower-like building that looked like a steel furnace, blackened by soot. It was the crematorium used to cremate the bones of smallpox patients.

After listening to Joan's narration and seeing the miserable scene in front of them, all the visitors from the old world shuddered, and Hailar and Zion's siblings also felt heavy.

At this time, the parrot Dolly standing on Hailar's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and flew up, screaming in the air.

"Fire! Fire!"

Joan was slightly taken aback, then raised her head and asked the parrot, "Dolly, where is the fire?"

"East! East!" cried the parrot.

Everyone looked to the east in unison, looking across a forest, and sure enough, thirty or forty miles away, they saw billowing smoke and faintly dense gunshots.

"It seems to be over there..." Hailaer frowned, and suddenly changed his face: "It's Grizzly Town!"

"That's right, that area is Grizzly Bear Town!" Audrey said eagerly, "There won't be a fire in the town for no reason, we'd better hurry over and see what happened!"

Seeing the thick smoke rising from Grizzly Town, coupled with the sound of gunfire in the distance, Joan had already guessed about what was going on there, but he did not tell the truth in public. He concentrated on casting spells and brought his companions to teleport to Near Grizzly Town, where the fire broke out.

Before the dizziness accompanied by the teleportation subsided, Joan heard loud gunshots, cries, cursing, and shouts of killing, and then a shocking tragedy unfolded in front of his eyes.

No less than a hundred Asa warriors on steeds, with bows and arrows, were throwing arrows coated with "blazing glue" towards the town.

The high-speed flying arrows rub against the air to generate heat, which ignites the "blazing glue" and turns into a rocket, which falls like rain with a shiny trail.

Most of the buildings in the town are made of wood. In this hot summer, the dry wood will burn everywhere when it encounters fire.

The alarm bell sounded in the town, and the panicked townspeople tried to put out the fire. However, there were only two wells in the town, and the speed of fetching water to put out the fire was far less than the damage caused by the rockets constantly flying in the sky. In a blink of an eye, rows of wooden houses fell into the sea of ​​fire .

In the blazing houses, there were still residents who had no time to escape. There were cries and cries from the windows. Many people were eventually burned to death in the fire, and the whole town had been reduced to a purgatory on earth.

Seeing that there was no hope of putting out the fire, the residents of the town led their livestock and rushed to flee in the streets filled with smoke.

As soon as they left the town, the refugees were stopped by the Asa warriors standing outside, armed with crossbows or shotguns, and ruthlessly shot and killed the helpless refugees.

The crowd screamed again and again, blood spattered, and dozens of townspeople who managed to escape from the sea of ​​flames were massacred not long after, and their corpses were strewn all over the place.

The leader of the Asa hunting cavalry was a high-ranking ranger wearing a grass-green cloak. Seeing that there were no more standing targets on the opposite side, he blew the horn.

The Asa hunting cavalry standing guard at the entrance of the town heard the sound of the horn, put away their crossbows and shotguns neatly, pulled out their sabers at their waists, urged their horses forward, leaned over the saddle and reached for their hands, pulled up the hair of the dead man, and waved them expertly. The scalp was cut off with a knife, and the corpse was discarded. Only the bloody scalp with the hair attached was collected.

"Dr. Vader...cutting the scalp after killing someone, is this the custom of the aborigines of the New World?" Colofa asked with a frown.

Joan nodded, and introduced as objectively as possible: "The Asa people have an ancient custom that has been handed down to this day. They believe that after death, the soul will slowly leave from the top of the head and fly to the underworld, so they always kill the enemy. I will cut off the opponent's scalp as soon as possible, thinking that this will seal the enemy's soul in the scalp, and will not be able to go to the underworld to rest in peace."

"Of course, this is an ignorant and barbaric tradition. In fact, cutting off the scalp of the dead does not prevent the soul from leaving the body. The Asa people do this mainly to vent their anger. In addition, the scalp of the enemy is also a kind of trophy in their eyes. After the gentlemen of the old world hunted the beasts, they displayed their heads or furs in the living room as decorations to show their bravery."

"Actually, it's not just the Asa people who cut their scalps. After some colonists came to the New World, they also learned this barbaric ritual. After killing the aborigines, they cut off their scalps as trophies."

"From the perspective of the colonial history of the New World, whenever the colonists and the aborigines broke out in fierce conflicts, the mutual headhunting became more frequent."

"For example, in the Midgard colony, during the era of the previous governor's rule, the colonial government once publicly offered a reward for the scalps of the aborigines—each adult Asa male scalp can be exchanged for two gold coins."

Sighing, Joan finally added: "After Governor Nichols took office, he persuaded the Parliament to abolish this decree. However, judging from the current situation, if the ethnic conflict continues to worsen, it may not be long before the colonial authorities will Consider restarting the 'Headhunting Act'."

After listening to his narration, coupled with what they saw before them, the visitors from the old world had a deeper understanding of the historical origin and bloody degree of mutual hatred between colonists and aborigines in the New World. Very gloomy.

Maria seemed unable to bear to witness the massacre in front of her eyes, and whispered in Audrey's ear.

Audrey nodded sympathetically, turned around and asked Joan, "Whether it's in River Valley Town or Grizzly Bear Town, whether the victim is an aborigine or a colonist, killing innocent people indiscriminately is wrong after all, since we bumped into You can't let it go!"

"You're right, but..."

But the price of insisting on morality is to offend both parties in the conflict. If one does not have the absolute strength to suppress both parties in the conflict, then instead of being able to uphold justice, one will be attacked by both sides at the same time, getting angry and asking for trouble.

Qiao An didn't say what was in his heart in public. Even he thought these thoughts were selfish and vulgar, so how could he convince others?

Moreover, as far as the current situation is concerned, one's own side really has the strength to suppress both sides of the conflict. It is one thing to be incapable of upholding justice, but it is a bit unreasonable to have the ability to manage but stand by.

Thinking of this, Joan said no more, silently opened the storage bag, and took out a staff carved from "luminous coral".