A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 47
In his eyes, the hideous face with the mask nodded, and withdrew the spear. Those burning pupils made him tremble, and he said slowly.

"Then I'll save your life and bring me a sentence back."

The ghost face stared at him, and even the voice under the mask seemed to come from the Jiuyou Underworld, with a chill.

"Let's just say, those who violate my territory will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Yes Yes Yes…"

The officer's voice was trembling, he didn't dare to look directly at the pupils under the ghost face, and got up from the ground with trembling hands and feet.

He rolled and ran, and before leaving, he took one last look at the camp.

There was silence in the camp at this time. The Western soldiers either surrendered or were killed. Only the black armored cavalry on horseback stood in the camp like ghosts, with blood-stained spears in their hands, watching him. .

This is not like a Chinese army, this is simply a group of ghosts, coming from hell, demanding their lives.

Not daring to stop at all, the officer jumped on a horse, pulled the reins desperately, and ran into the distance. He couldn't stay in this place for even a second.

After that, news spread among the Western soldiers that the Chinese army was coming, and they wanted to kill everyone who set foot on this territory, not even a horse.

Xuan Hao's cheap elder brother heard these words and specifically asked him if it was really so cruel.

It caused him a headache. He just left a living mouth to go back and spread the word. Who knew this man was so imaginative: "Do you think I look like such a bloodthirsty person?"

We are not evil ghosts, how can we not let go of a horse?Horses are so cute, don't you think?

On the coastline at night, the cold wind blows the bonfire, and the soldiers sit around the bonfire to keep warm and roast meat to eat.

Xuan Hao led the army to station on the spot. He let the troops rest on their own, replenish their physical strength, and won the battle. Although it was not enough to have a banquet to celebrate, the atmosphere in the barracks still needed to be lively, and even the food was better than usual. Much better.

Most of the soldiers are sitting together in groups, beside the bonfire, drinking hot soup, eating barbecue, and chatting about family life. On the battlefield, there seems to be nothing else to do. , it is estimated that it can suffocate people to death.

As for what we can talk about, there are too many things. Whose girl is beautiful, and my son is promising. Let's get married when we go back and forth.Who still has an old friend who has waited for several years for the reunion after the war.Whether sad or happy, there is always something to talk about.

However, there are always one or two people who can't talk to each other.

Xuan Hao sat alone on the bank, with his back facing the bonfire and the people sitting around him, leaning on the spear, holding a piece of dry biscuits in his hand and eating one bite at a time.

"Why don't you go to a place with more people to eat, wouldn't it be more lively with everyone?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Xuan Hao didn't look back, he had already heard footsteps, lowered his head and continued to eat, saying something casually.

"I am used to it."

The man sat next to Xuan Hao with the barbecue, took a bite, and said while chewing: "You have done a good job, because you are here, it saves us a lot of trouble. It is not far from the day when we are truly successful. now..."

"Waiting for peace in the world, what are your plans in the future?"

"Brother, don't you mean to cover me? I'll just make a salted fish, eat it and wait until I die. If it doesn't work, I'll open a pig farm. After all, the price of meat is quite expensive. Then I'll have to trouble my brother to take care of it. I just hope you don't regret it." Xuan Hao teased.

He looked at the man's face, the man was a little old, and he still looked like this.

"Hahahaha..." The man smiled.

That night, the soldiers stationed on the coastline talked to each other. They were from different regions, but they all had the same identity, Chinese.They also have the same wish, that the world will be at peace, and their families will no longer suffer.

They missed their homeland, or complained about the unrest in the world, and there were scolding, laughter, and probably a cry or two in the camp.

But this night, they all slept peacefully, because there was a man with a long spear, guarding there.

When the sun just rose the next day, the army assembled and continued to march along the coastline. No one knew how far the destination was. They just walked until one day, no one dared to do anything on this land. .

No reason, just because they are soldiers, although most of the time they have no choice.However, perhaps when they embarked on this road, they had such a passion in their hearts and such an invincible belief.

But there are a few people who can go home.

The hooves of the evil spirits kept blaring, and there were unmanned warhorses running on the battlefield. This was a war, there was no right or wrong, only winners and losers.

Marching all the way, there is no end, until the world becomes what the master wants to see.

……

Before the camp, a man stood on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, holding a long spear in his hand. The handle of the spear was slightly broken, and his body was covered with blood. He slowly put down the coffin on his back.

He wears a mask, and the dark mask depicts a hideous face, and the red blood makes that face even more terrifying.

It's just that under this hideous mask, there are a pair of eyes as calm as water, quietly watching the army in the distance.

The soldiers he brought were still dead after all.

Countless guns were aimed at him, and those people, armed with sabers and blood-stained on their bodies, walked towards him.

He stepped over the corpse, walked slowly towards the army in front of him, the spear dragged on the ground and sparked.

One of the leaders in the army came out, looked at the man with the mask in front of him, looked complicated, and said in his broken Chinese.

"What's your name, can you take off your mask. I don't care if you kill so many of us, as long as you surrender to us."

"You, don't deserve it. There is no one in this world who deserves it." The man wearing the Specter mask said as he walked. He didn't say why. With golden pupils and cold eyes, he looked at the crowd in front of him as if he was looking at a Pile of corpses.

Seeing that he couldn't make sense, the foreign officers stopped talking nonsense.Raised the saber in his hand.

Xuan Hao stopped, facing the crowd in front of him, raised the spear in his hand, on the dark mask, Specter was bloodthirsty.

Under the mask, he grinned.

"kill!"

In the crowd, the sound of killing suddenly sounded, and the sound ran through the sky.

The man with a long spear killed the army.

They rushed together, and the black crowd, the blood began to spread, dyeing the ghost face red.

Master, after this war, the prosperous world is coming, can you see the scenery when the fireworks are prosperous?

(End of this chapter)