From time to time, militiamen found leftover jerky, charred cheese outside, etc., and everyone was not interested in picking and wiping on their clothes and eating them separately.

Shire ran to Winters happily with a skin bag: "Horse milk! Sir!"

"Horse milk?" Winters was also very surprised. He was so thirsty that he was so hot that he was smoking.

But as soon as he pulled out the plug, he remembered the promises and boasted before the war, and was really embarrassed to start.

I let myself go before, but now I have to pay back the debt.

Winters sighed and returned the skin to Shire: "Give it to everyone, let everyone drink a little and moisten the throat."

Charles looked reluctant.

"Go." Winters swallowed.

The precious horse milk was passed on to the hands of the militia, and everyone took a sip of it with cherishing it and handed it to the next person.

Yishi only sucked a little, he wanted to drink it hard. But everyone just moistened his throat, and he didn't want to be a bastard in front of his comrades.

He walked to the embers of the tent and swept his feet a few casually.

Blood Wolf said there were gold cups, silver bowls, pearls, and gems in this place, but no one saw anything until now.

Although I knew that the Blood Wolf was probably bragging casually, Ish was still a little disappointed.

Because as long as he can take two home - no, even half a golden cup, he doesn't have to be a long-term worker anymore, he can buy a small piece of land and work for himself from now on.

Even though Ish didn't believe in the gold cup or silver cup, when he rushed to Hed's camp, he still held the deepest and most sincere hope.

But Ish no longer holds any hope, he just feels a little stupid.

He stretched his feet perfunctorily and swept back and forth in the ashes a few times, and suddenly, he encountered a hard object.

Ish's heart shrank violently.

The embers were still glowing red, and Ish couldn't wait to push them away with his bare hands, and the hard thing reflected a unique golden luster under the fire.

Ish grabbed the hot golden bowl: "Sir! I've found the golden cup!"

Winters, Shire, Heinrich... Everyone heard Ish's excited cry, and the militia ran to Ish, surrounded Ish holding the golden bowl and walked to Winters.

"Sir! This is what I found." Ish carefully showed the golden bowl to the centurion.

Winters originally thought that his subordinates used the copper bowl as a gold bowl, but after he looked carefully, he couldn't help but take a breath: "This seems...it's really gold!"

Ish was so happy that he was about to faint.

"Ish, this golden bowl is to be handed over to the public." Winters was a little embarrassed: "But I promise that it will be divided equally as promised before. I will only get one copy, just like you."

Ish's face turned red again, hesitated for a while, and finally gave the golden bowl to Winters.

"I dare not touch it." Winters smiled bitterly, and he pointed the name of the military police: "Char."

"exist."

“Register.”

"yes"

“Heinrich.”

"exist."

"You've shown this thing to me."

"yes"

"Let's do it." Winters thought for a while and looked at the lucky one who found the Golden Bowl: "Ish, you and Heinrich are responsible for supervising the custody of all the trophys. You recommend two more people to take care of the trophys together."

Soon, several prestigious militiamen were elected.

The spoils were placed on the carriage, and it was clear at a glance. Three militiamen and two military police were guarding each other and supervising each other.

"Don't watch the fun! It's fast! Time is not long!" Winters urged his men to speed up: "Don't hide your own personal information, don't test military law."

The militia scattered and the heavy golden bowls were placed on the carriage.

Everyone was greatly encouraged and their movements accelerated a lot.

"I found it too!" another person shouted.

This time it was a huge gold belt buckle with beautiful patterns and was found on a charred corpse.

Winters accidentally discovered that the owner of the belt board seemed to be the shirtless Hurd man who was blinded by flash and then killed by him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Everyone continued to search in the center of the camp and found some gold and silver utensils, as well as decorations such as gold knife handles, scabbards and other decorations.

The eastward, the more valuables you are.

The Palatus had red eyes and wanted to dig every ashes and the wreckage of every tent three feet away.

"Sir! There is a big tent on the east side!" Another militia came to report: "Not burned!"

The camp became more and more interesting, and the lieutenant became interested: "Take me there!"

On the easternmost side of the camp, under the hillside, a large tent stands. It is really a "big" tent, at least ten meters wide, and it is not much different from a house.

The most interesting thing is that this big tent is located on a giant cart and seems to be still active.

When he arrived in front of the big tent, Winters understood why his subordinates dared not enter: the camp was burned into scorched earth, and only this big tent and the small area behind him were safe and sound, extremely strange.

"Get the rope!" Winters didn't dare to make a rash move: "Drag it down to me."

The hook locked the four walls of the big tent, and the militia worked together to overturn the big tent with brute force.

"What's this?!" Winters was stunned.

There was no one in the tent - no, there was a golden "people".

A man made of gold stood in the middle of the tent, staring at everyone silently and calmly.

The Golden Man is three heads taller than Winters, with golden eyes, nose, ears, and a few strokes, vivid, but no mouth.

Everyone present was stunned.

The militia were timid at this moment: "Sir, what should I do?"

"What are you afraid of!" Wintersning didn't believe it was pure gold: "It must be gilding! Come with a knife!"

Scrape off a few layers of gold shavings. If Winters read correctly, it would be gold inside.

The camp was silent after the fire, and some militia were even trembling.

Ish became stuttering: "This...isn't this a pagan idol, is it?"

Winters was silent for a while, suddenly threw the knife and laughed: "Good pagan idol! If it were a public servant, I wouldn't dare to take it! Hahaha! Are you afraid of being afraid? Move it away! Move it away for me!"

The carriage loaded with the trophy was overloaded instantly, and a militia immediately set off to find the carriage. Winters also sent people to find Lieutenant Colonel Jeska for help, and he needed more horses.

In addition to this golden man, there were also many scattered gold and silver sacrificial objects in the tent, all of which were packed by Winters.

If it were before, these things were enough for everyone to be surprised. But now when compared with the Golden Man, I suddenly felt nothing.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska rushed over and was shocked.

Winters actually showed fear when he saw the one-eyed tough guy. This was the first time he had ever seen it.

Jeska called Winters aside and said hoarsely: "We...we probably confiscated the Terdun tribe..."
Chapter completed!