Hawk Galloway's head, who died honorably, was stuck on a wooden pole like Thomas More and Oliver Cromwell. The two arrows in his head remained intact, so it looked like a stuffed deer head in a hunter's parlor, or a hunting trophy.
How disrespectful to the dead, raged Sergeant Paul Reisman."Aren't you going to retrieve his body?" Riseman asked his superior, Clay Roberts.
"No," Roberts replied immediately. "Too many enemies."
Riseman understood that too. Any soldier who tries to recover of the dead would be killed by the enemy. Even so, Riseman couldn't stand to do nothing.
All the while, the centaurs silently decapitated the corpses and stuck them to the wooden poles. After more than fifty severed heads were lined up, the prisoners were brought in in droves.
Among the prisoners was Hercule Giraud, the head chef. He was captured alive while trying to help his assistant Dick. Despite being a child, Dick was decapitated. Hercule wept and spoke to the dead Dick's head.
"It's a pity that I ended up like this... Forgive me, Mon Chéri. I couldn't protect you. I couldn't be a hero..."
The group of centaurs suddenly split left and right. They were lined up in an orderly manner, facing each other, creating a path that resembled a red carpet between them. A black dog ran briskly down that path. The dog resembled a Dobermann, but had three heads. Its left and right heads protruded flaming red tongues, and the middle head glaringly bared its white fangs.
"It's Cerberus," groaned Theodore Roosevelt, who was watching it through his telescope.
After Cerberus, a human male appeared. He had shoulder-length hair and wore a blood-stained cloak. Cerberus snuggled up to the man's feet and sat down. Apparently Cerberus was the man's faithful pet.
"Who is that?"
To Theodore Roosevelt's monologue, Captain Harris, who was beside him, answered.
"That man's cloak looks like it's been made from a cavalry uniform.''
"So is he Carter?"
Behind the man, a yellow triangular flag with the letters "JC" fluttered gloomily in the raging wind.
The man stepped forward and announced in a high-pitched voice to the Argo crew and the citizens of Sacramento above the castle gate.
"I'm John Carter. I demand the extradition of the Princess of Barsoom."
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The Argo Goes West
Science FictionIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
