After becoming the villain

Chapter 91 Hu Qi and Choice
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight;
Sunset over the long river.

Hetao area.

The west wind blows up the accumulated sand on the desert grassland, forming a burst of flying sand and rolling stones.

A group of men dressed as barbarians were looting a border village.

Among the Hu people's team, they all rode tall northern Xinjiang war horses, held special northern Xinjiang scimitars, and wore animal fur armor. They were obviously well-trained elite northern Xinjiang cavalry.

In contrast, the countless men, women, and children who died tragically in his hands were mostly unarmed villagers.

A barbarian man with a curly beard and black beard appears to be dressed as a leader.

The bearded Hu man dismounted from his horse and flashed his machete. The head of the villager in front of him immediately fell to the ground, but his body was still standing as if protecting his trembling wife and children...

The bright red blood splashed on the Hu man's beard, but the latter didn't care at all.

Under the flames that burned the village, the bearded Hu man spoke in the language of Northern Xinjiang and ordered -

"Kill all the men and children and take away the cattle, sheep and women."

"As ordered."

Many Huqi around him lowered their heads in response.

Immediately began to move around.

The sound of burning fire echoed with the sound of murderous screams.

The entire village was shrouded in an environment like endless purgatory.

The bearded man took a few steps forward, and he realized that the woman protected by the man before seemed to be somewhat pretty.

A slight smile appeared on the terrifying face of the bearded Hu man...

He approached slowly.

The woman was horrified, but the young boy she was protecting in her arms suddenly jumped forward and tried to hack him to death with a kitchen knife used by ordinary villagers...

The bearded man grinned.

He didn't feel that the chubby little boy in front of him was a threat at all.

Kick the little fat man away with one kick.

The woman screamed and stepped forward, hitting the barbarian's scimitar, leaving only a stream of blood.

The little fat man's eyes flickered, and he was so jealous.

He raised his kitchen knife again and rushed over.

The bearded man only felt that it was a pity that he accidentally killed this woman. He raised the scimitar in his hand, preparing to directly kill the little fat man...

But the scimitar didn't fall for a long time.

The next moment, the kitchen knife in the little fat man's hand had already cut into the waist and abdomen of the bearded man.

The little fat man's chubby face was full of hatred and anger, but also full of surprise...

This was the first time in his life that he had killed someone.

He thought he couldn't do it.

The bearded man gradually fell forward and fell directly to the ground.

Look away.

Only then did the little fat man realize that what really killed the bearded Hu man was not the kitchen knife in his hand, but a finely forged arrow that had already shot directly through the back of the Hu man's head...

The little fat man suddenly realized.

He slowly looked around the village square and noticed that a group of swordsmen and horsemen had appeared at some point. There were about a hundred people, and they were currently engaged in an overwhelming massacre of these horsemen.

Hu cavalry are all elite cavalry.

But even so, there was no way to form effective resistance against the fierce offensive of these swordsmen.

Among them, the one who killed the most swiftly was the young swordsman leader who shot the arrow.

The man wore half a horror mask to cover his face, but he could still see that he was not very old.

He is full of heroic spirit and has a tall and straight figure. He is dressed in a dark sword and horse riding outfit with bright red lines embroidered into clusters.

Under him is a tall, shiny black horse, a good horse for thousands of miles.

The spear in his hand was like a dragon unsheathed, full of murderous intent.

There is a long sword hanging from the waist, and a long bow and arrows are carried behind the saddle.

That arrow was exactly the same as the arrow that shot the bearded man just now...

The little fat man's eyes shone with envy.

This is his life's dream...

Riding a horse, leading a group of brothers to punish evil and promote good, expedition to the northern desert, sealing the wolf as a surrogate, and opening up territory for the country!
...his name will remain in history and his achievements will last through the ages!
In this way, it was not in vain that he... came to this world.

……

"The Crown Prince... no, it's the boss. All the invading barbarians in the village have been killed, and we haven't lost a single person."

"Boss, the same goes for our unit. When only one of us killed the enemy, he was slightly injured by the flames that burned the village."

"Boss, so is our department. There are no casualties."

Several captain-looking swordsmen came to the young leader to report.

The young team leader nodded slightly when he heard this.

Seeing that there was no more Hu Qi around, he took off half of the terrifying mask.

The appearance of his eyebrows and eyes is exactly that of the Prince of Zhenbei——Yan Wulu.

"Come and go like the wind, attack like thunder. The Zhenbei Army deserves its reputation."

"... You... are all the pride of Zhenbei Army, and also the pride of my father."

"Most of it is the prince's clever plan, and the decision is made after planning." The captains of the cavalry guards praised sincerely.

It's been a long time since they've had such a satisfying killing spree.

In the past few days, they have finally seen the full strength of the prince in front of them...

Not only did he have superb martial arts, riding skills, and archery skills, but he also had foresight and far-reaching plans.

This time they went deep into the border area between Northern Xinjiang and the Hetao area, which was originally an isolated and desperate place.

But along the way, under the leadership of the Crown Prince, they seemed to be guided by an immortal...

Every attack was able to accurately attack Hu Qi's logistics troops or the scattered Hu Qi who fell into massacre, hard fighting, and lost their awareness of alertness.

He killed countless enemies and beheaded them, and captured more grain, grass and baggage than he could carry and had to be burned on the spot, but his own team has not suffered any losses so far.

At the same time, this operation can be regarded as completely disrupting the plan of the Wanyan Jin Kingdom in northern Xinjiang to invade and encroach on the Hetao area.

Especially in every battle, the prince must take the lead and scramble to be the first, just like the god of death coming to the world, beheading the most people every time.

It's quite like the young king's battlefield style...

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Yan Wulu rode his horse in the center of the village square, in the center of the sight of the mounted guards, and continued to say to everyone——

"... Each of the troops will quickly and briefly record the number of beheadings. When we return to the Yanbei camp, I, the boss, will personally reward you!"

"Your Majesty...Long live the boss!" Many of the mounted guards said one after another.

This action is not an official action, and logically speaking, it will not be rewarded.

However, Yan Wulu knew that clear distinction between rewards and punishments was the basis of running an army, and even the elite cavalry guards around him must implement this principle.

What's more, they are all risking their lives for themselves now, so why should they return the favor?

Therefore, Yan Wulu decided to use most of the money from his prince's private treasury as a reward for this action.

In the distance, Zhang Chunhua dressed in dark riding clothes, drove his horse to Yan Wulu's side, and said in a low voice——

"Your Majesty, Chunhua followed your instructions and looked around. He has faintly sensed that the barbarians from Northern Xinjiang are starting to gather here, with the intention of encircling them."

"It seems that the commander of the Northern Xinjiang people is not a complete fool."

Yan Wulu chuckled and whispered to himself, "...But, unfortunately, my prince is already retreating."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunhua smiled slightly and lowered his head in response.

Jiang Yueling also drove up at the same time. She was not good at riding, but she could barely keep up. She was holding the white unicorn cub, Xiaobai, in her arms.

There were several Huqi just now, and they all became the meat in Xiaobai's belly.

If he hadn't been following Jiang Yueling, I believe that this little guy would not have killed fewer people than the fanatical Yan Wulu...

"Yue Ling, are you not injured?"

"Thank you, Brother Wulu, for your concern. Yue Ling is fine." Jiang Yueling responded with a smile.

She was actually a little uncomfortable with such bloody scenes, but beside Yan Wulu, she felt an inexplicable sense of security...

"Yeah." Yan Wulu nodded slightly.

It was also at this moment that the remaining captains of the cavalry returned. After a brief report, everyone was ready to leave.

only……

Before Yan Wulu drove the black cloud horse under him, a little fat man suddenly appeared and knelt down in front of his horse's hooves.

……

"Heroes, please stop!"

The little fat man was obviously no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was dressed in coarse linen, obviously dressed as a villager.

To say that he is fat is actually not because of his fat figure, but because his face is too round and his eyes are very small, like a slit, making him appear friendly and blessed.

"Where did this kid come from?" The captain of the cavalry guard stepped forward, "...You dare to stop my boss's horse, do you want to live?"

The captain of the cavalry guard looked fierce, and his words were also menacing and menacing.

And the little fat man was not afraid at all...

He raised his head, his eyes still watery, it was obvious that he had just experienced extreme sadness——

"Hero, the villain's parents all died at the hands of barbarians just now! The villain..."

"Boy, are you resentful that we came too late and failed to save your parents?" Next to Yan Wulu, another cavalry captain spoke, and his words were relatively slow.

"No, the villain is not that shameless."

The little fat man had tears in his eyes, but his eyes were extremely firm.

After a pause, he looked at Yan Wulu, who existed in the team like stars looming over the moon, clasped his fists and said loudly -

"...The hero and the villain want revenge!"

"...The villain wants to follow you, the heroes! Kill the barbarians! Kill all the evil and bad people in the world!"

……

[Task guidance function triggered——]

[Due to the extreme fragility and instability of the fused world in its early stages, a ray of dead souls, which should have entered reincarnation, came to this world mysteriously.I was born in a farmer's family in the Daqian Hetao area and have spent 18 years there. 】

[This person has a special existence and his fate is uncertain. He is very likely to seize the fate of the remaining three sons of fate in the future in order to obtain the "Protagonist Halo". 】

[This system recommends that the host kill it immediately to nip it in the bud. 】

"Year 18?"

Yan Wulu took a deep breath for a moment. He felt that the will of this world was really unreliable.

It’s been 18 years, is it possible that we just discovered a foreign intruder today?
【…】

The system text was silent for a while, with no response.

And Yan Wulu no longer complains too much, he pays more attention to practical matters.

"Are there other foreign invaders? Or, will there be such existences in the future?"

[No, it was just the instability in the early stages of the fusion world that caused this. 】

[What is in front of me is the only fish that has slipped through the net...]

[Furthermore, due to the existence of the host, two of the five "protagonist halos" have been eliminated, and the host itself has become a villain with a destiny value of 30, which is enough to suppress any single child of destiny and make the world merge. The stability has returned to the boundaries of a more stable normal world. 】

[So, there will never be any problems again. 】

[As long as the host follows the will of the world and completes the next rescue mission, so that this fused world can completely return to normal. 】

"The only fish that slipped through the net..."

Yan Wulu glanced at the large energy text that suddenly appeared in the system text, and he grabbed the information he wanted from it.

"...Forget it, I am the one chosen by the world."

"...Saving the common people and saving the world is an incumbent duty."

Yan Wulu said, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

No matter how handsome Yan Wulu looks at this moment, he does not look like such a great and upright person who can say these words.

It's more like—

Under the banner of "saving the world", villains who seek personal gain for themselves.

……

The captain of the cavalry guard wanted to drive away the fat man in front of him.

But Yan Wulu stretched out his hand slightly to signal them to retreat.

When the captains saw this, they immediately bowed their heads and bowed and retreated.

Yan Wulu drove his horse forward.

He sat proudly on the dark cloud horse, condescending, and had once again put on the terrifying half-mask on his face, making it appear that he should not be approached by strangers.

"Why should we take you with us?"

Yan Wulu's words contained a hint of caution.

The little fat man didn't know how to answer for a while.

He felt that the young team leader in front of him was right.

When they go deep behind enemy lines, there is no need to bring someone with them who knows nothing.

But the next moment, the little fat man's eyes were firm, and he answered Yan Wulu -

"I am easy to feed, I can endure hardships, and I am not afraid of death."

"...I don't know how to fight, but I can be cannon fodder, bait, or even a servant for you. If you, hero, are willing to train a villain, the villain is willing to become your dead soldier!"

"...As long as you can teach me martial arts and let me kill those barbarians!"

The little fat man said, bursting into tears for a while.

The captains of the cavalry guards all disliked each other.

The training of a dead soldier takes too much effort and money, and they don't think the little fat man in front of them has such value and potential.

Besides, now is not the time to collect servants...

However, when they looked at the Crown Prince, they found that the latter seemed to be very interested in the person in front of them.

Yan Wulu got off his horse, held up the young man who was a whole head shorter than him, and said -

"What's your name?"

"Minami Kawagoe."

"Can you ride a horse?"

"I know a little bit. I learned it when I was herding sheep with my father. I need to be able to catch up with the running sheep."

Yan Wulu got the information he wanted.

He returned to the Wuyun steed, "...Come here, give this boy a horse."

"...If you can leave with us alive, let's talk about whether to teach you martial arts."

Yan Wulu said, no longer stopping, and rode away directly.

The surrounding mounted guards also galloped together.

Someone pulled a tall war horse and left it in front of Nanchuan Yueshen.

Nan Chuanyue swallowed slightly. He had always ridden the family's tame and thin horses before, but he had never seen such a majestic and majestic horse.

Moreover, this horse seems a bit difficult to deal with...

Nanchuan Yue looked at the knights and swordsmen who were gradually leaving. He had no choice but to get on his horse and charge forward.

Nanchuan Yue didn't know if he had made the right choice, but he knew that this might be his only chance...

We can no longer stay in this village.

Even if you can survive, you will sooner or later die at the hands of barbarians or rebels.

He is a poor villager who has been able to herd horses and sheep for 18 years, and has no access to the powerful warriors that the village elders talked about.

He...had no choice.

……

(End of this chapter)