A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 46
Then, the cavalry saw a flag, the flag was blood-stained red, which would be the most impressive flag in his life.

With a strange cry, he pulled the reins and made the war horse turn around and ran towards his camp.

As he ran, he yelled at the soldiers guarding the gate on the other side of the camp.

The soldiers in the camp saw what he looked like, and they sounded the horn as if waking up from a dream.

The horn sounded, and a low voice tapped the eardrums of every soldier.

They all picked up the weapons at hand and got on their horses. The sound of the horn can only represent one thing, and that is the enemy attack.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the tall blond general came out from inside, looked at the panicked appearance of the soldiers who were running around and prepared for battle, shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and drew a sharp Western sword from his waist, the cold light flashed, The sword body reflected the desolate coastline behind him.

With the command of the general, the speed of preparation for the battle was also extremely fast. Soon a group of soldiers were already lined up in front of the formation, with guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns aimed at the rushing cavalry outside the camp.

The distance between the two armies has reached the point where they can see each other clearly, that is, they are in range.In the eyes of the foreign army, the cavalry was like a black tide, rushing forward, and the fully armed armor was extremely heavy just looking at it. go ahead.

They held a long spear in their hands and pointed directly at the camp.The spears are all pitch-black, and there is a slender blood groove on the tip of the spear. It is even conceivable to be stabbed with a shot, and the blood will not stop.

The cavalry hadn't rushed forward with all their strength, but the loud noise had already made these Western soldiers retreat, and cold sweat broke out in the hands holding the gunfire.

They could never have imagined that these tens of thousands of cavalrymen were actually wearing heavy armor of fine iron that almost covered their entire bodies. The gunfire of this era was simply not enough to penetrate such thickness of armor at such a distance.

But now the arrow had to be fired, and as the cavalry entered range, the Western soldiers pulled the trigger.

"Bang Bang!" A gunfire spread, and the bullets cut through the sky, shooting like a dark wave.

"Dang dang dang!" The collision sounded one after another, and the bullets rubbed against the armor to splash sparks, but few of them could penetrate the heavy armor of the cavalry, and even the speed of the cavalry was not affected.

The Western Soldier was stunned for a while, and even forgot the stumbling rope that had been set before, and the steps under his feet could not stop backing away.

The Western officer standing in the camp also stared blankly ahead. What he saw was a dark iron cavalry, and the particularly conspicuous flying red flag, which was an almost invincible army.

That's Chinese.

"hiss!!!!"

With the neighing of the horses, the cavalry stepped in front of the camp.

A warhorse rushed in front, leaped high, and stepped over the fence.

The Western soldiers in the battalion all raised their heads and looked at the figure on the horse.

It was a man in heavy armor. Unlike the rest of the soldiers, he was carrying a dark coffin behind him!With a hideous mask on his face, only a pair of blazing golden pupils that shone like lava, looking down at each of them, with a hideous smile on the hideous mask, and the coffin on his back seemed to be prepared for them.

He broke through the fence, a pitch-black spear, the tip of the spear shone with a dark golden light, swept away with one shot, and directly flew the soldiers who were blocking him, splashing blood on the mask, like a bloodthirsty devil.

Everything seems to be telling them that it is not like a person, but an messenger from Jiuyou Hell to judge them.

The man raised his spear high and roared, directly defeating their last courage.

"Kill! No pardon!"

……

With the sound of hoofs, Xuan Hao rushed into the camp.

In the eyes of others, he seemed to be killing a god. Every time he swung the spear, a piece of blood splashed, and the blood splashed on his mask, sliding down the lines, adding a bit of chill to the hideous mask.

In an instant, the cavalry had completely rushed into the camp.

The hands of the Western soldiers holding the weapons trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the Chinese with ghost faces in the distance, they didn't dare to go forward. They had completely lost the will to fight.

Suddenly, a soldier saw clearly the spear in the man's hand and the coffin slanted behind his back. It was a pitch-black spear with a faint golden tip.The coffin was much smaller than usual, and it was covered with dense unknown patterns, as if it was sealed with a ghost.

His pupils shrank sharply, as if he had remembered something, and he pointed at the long spear with a trembling finger and cried out almost miserably: "Ghost! Ghost!"

For a time, a group of Western soldiers looked at the man in horror.

This is a legend that has been circulating in the war in recent years. There is one thing on the border that absolutely does not want to be mentioned, and that is about this man with a coffin on his back.

Legend has it that this man would kill everyone who stepped into his territory, be it soldiers or opium dealers.

At first, only some smugglers who entered the country secretly disappeared for no reason.

But once, this man wiped out an army of nearly [-] people, and single-handedly.

Later, they didn't know whether it was the person who let them go on purpose, or someone who escaped and came back to report, and they learned about it.

When I went back to investigate, I saw only the blood-stained earth and a large piece of broken limbs. The picture was simply hell.

Since then, they have greatly reduced the actions of crossing the line, and the black spear and coffin are the marks of this death god.

The man in front of him was clearly the "Grim Reaper" who made them feel terrified.

The screaming soldier trembled with his hands, as if something grabbed his throat, his legs trembled, an unknown liquid dripped between them, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground crying.

"Clang!" Under the heavy sound, the western sword broke in an instant, and a long spear was swung and stabbed.

The blond officer sat on the ground with his butt down, not daring to move at all, because a long gun was standing in front of him.

The cold air from the tip of the spear made him look up in fright, and what he saw was the blazing golden eyes that seemed to burn everything under the hideous mask, and the mask that smiled as if mocking him.

Seeing that the spear was about to be stabbed.

"Oh, no! No no no! Don't kill me, please, please!" He slumped on the ground, shouting in a panic in vague Chinese.

The long spear stopped between his brows, and it was only slightly different. He could even feel the chill on the tip of the spear and the slight tingling on his forehead.Drops of cold sweat dripped, and shortness of breath.

"Can you speak Chinese?" asked the masked man on horseback.

The officer nodded again and again in fright: "Yes, yes, a little bit."

(End of this chapter)