I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 321: The Intensity of War! My Husband!
"The thief is dead!"

A roar of extreme satisfaction resounded throughout the battlefield.

The huge sound that carried the magical power of the Six Realms shocked countless barbarians and made them lose consciousness for a moment.

The vast majority of barbarian cavalry could not understand Yong language and did not understand the meaning of these words.

But they saw the terrifying dark sun falling from the sky, heard the angry and desperate roar of Lao Wanqi, and heard the painful dragon roar of the huge black dragon soul in the void.

A great sadness that they had never felt before welled up in their hearts.

But before this emotion could continue to spread, they were overwhelmed by an immense pain that seemed to tear their souls apart.

Almost all the barbarians instantly opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

The powerful energy that was originally rolling like a wave also quickly declined in this instant.

This is the price!

Condensing the dragon soul, the qi becomes one.

Naturally, when one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.

At this moment, even if they didn't understand Yong's language, they could understand it.

"Yes... it's Wanqichang who is dead!"

But even though everyone already has the answer in their hearts, no one is willing to believe it.

impossible!
how can that be!

Just a brief contact, or even just a knife!

How could it be possible that the commander of the Wanqi Army, who was as powerful as a god, died because of this?

This is impossible!

At this moment, the barbarian riders, whose souls were damaged and bleeding from all seven orifices, still raised their scimitars and roared with red eyes.

"rush!"

"Kill Yong dog!"

The warhorse under him galloped with hooves as it charged forward.

He led them across the huge ravine in front of them that was cut by the terrifying Dark Sun.

At this moment, they ignored the bearded head held in the hands of General Yong opposite them, and ignored the bloody scene around them that was shattered on the ground.

All he had in his eyes were those Yong dogs and a surging and boiling desire to fight!

It is indeed - so brave and courageous!
However, their bravery and determination were met with only a sneer of extreme contempt from Feng Can.

"They are indeed an uncivilized and barbaric tribe, stubborn and unyielding!"

The bearded man's head was instantly hung on the Liaodong warhorse that was still charging.

Feng Can slashed again with the long sword in his hand.

In an instant, the broken limbs flew up, and the hot blood, no longer restrained by the body, even turned into balls of exploding blood mist in the void ahead.

Thousands of black-armored cavalrymen advanced like the wind, passing through the blood mist.

The Zhenliao long sword in his hand also kept slashing forward, constantly clearing away the "obstacles" that were blocking his way forward.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The black-armored knight on horseback was swinging his sword vigorously.

The blood of the warhorse under him was boiling, and hot white mist was constantly wafting out of his breath.

If viewed from the void, these one thousand black-armored cavalrymen seemed like the sharpest swords in the world, tearing open the "curtain" in front of them as quickly as a bamboo breaking.

Until the soldiers rushing in the front suddenly saw nothing in front of them.

The Champion City is ahead.

It’s the city gate!

There is nothing in front of them...
fast!
too fast!
In this charge, not only did the barbarians fail to react, but even many of them were unable to react at this time.

Different from their past memories of the battlefield.

In this charge, there was no hard fight or struggle like before when the charge was blocked.

There was no expected desperate fight in the encirclement.

There is only progress!

Keep going!
It was as if the barbarian cavalrymen fighting against them were really just a group of chickens and dogs that would collapse and shatter at the slightest touch.

'When did those wild dogs become so weak?'

Some soldiers became confused.

Suddenly, I felt something unreal, as if I was dreaming.

But in a flash he realized that those barbarian riders were not weak at all, they could even be said to be terribly powerful!
That terrifying void dragon soul, that powerful cavalry wielding scimitars...

If it were them in the past, they would probably be killed by just one "wave" with only a few thousand cavalrymen in front of the formation!
But now?

Such a powerful enemy was crushed to pieces under their iron hooves!
So it’s not that these barbarians are too weak, but that they are too strong.

It is so powerful that it can treat such a terrifying army of barbaric dogs as nothing!
Reaching out to wipe the blood off the blade, someone laughed.

"happy!"

However, those soldiers who said "it's a pleasure" didn't expect that after they finished saying this, they would hear the cold and sarcastic voice of Brigadier General Feng in front of them.

"happy?"

"This is enough?"

Hearing Feng Can's words, the soldiers behind him were slightly stunned.

"What does the lieutenant want?"

"how?"

Feng Can snorted coldly, "Do you dare to follow me back and kill another round?"

Another round of killing?
You have to know that when they were charging just now, there were another ten thousand cavalrymen surrounding them from behind!

They were outnumbered, and if something went wrong...

All these thoughts flashed through his mind, and the thousand tigers and wolves behind Feng Can suddenly laughed.

"The lieutenant general is in the front, and we will follow behind! What is there to be afraid of?"

They only regretted that the charge just now was too short and they killed too few enemies.

Each person's share of 'resources' is also limited.

It would be too unwilling to return to the city like this.

Hearing the impatience revealed in the soldiers' words, Feng Can laughed out loud.

"good."

Then, without stopping for a moment, he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head again.

"Follow me!"

This time, Li Jing stopped talking in his ear, as if he agreed with his choice.

This made Feng Can feel happy.

'sensible!'

……

Everything that just happened happened too fast.

After a charge, the powerful commander of the Sixth Realm, Wanqi, was beheaded by General Yong on the opposite side with one sword.

In just a few breaths, the 1,000-strong cavalry formation that outnumbered the enemy by ten times was killed by the 1,000 Yong cavalry.

The barbarian cavalry formation watching the battle from afar, the barbarian generals who had just been mocking the enemy all had stiff faces and fell into silence.

After coming to their senses, some people were shocked by the terrifying strength of the thousand Yong cavalry.

Some people were cursing the old man Wanqi for his old age and incompetence.

But soon someone exclaimed.

"Look! Those Yong dogs are coming back!"

In the sight, the one thousand Yong cavalry, who should have taken the opportunity to return to the city directly before the follow-up ten thousand cavalry arrived, actually drew a steep arc under the Champion City after killing their way through the ten thousand cavalry formation.

Once again, facing the howling north wind, he faced them.

'What are they going to do?'

At this moment, some barbarian generals were confused.

But this confusion was answered in an instant, because after changing direction, the one thousand Yong cavalry did not delay at all and charged forward again.

"Yong Gou! How dare they!"

Even though the ten thousand cavalrymen in front of them are now in chaos and leaderless, they should not forget that there is another ten thousand cavalrymen behind them who are also close at hand.

The other party's actions undoubtedly showed that they did not take the warriors of their Karasuma clan seriously at all!

This almost naked humiliation made many barbarian generals furious. They wanted to draw their swords and ride their horses forward to let those arrogant Yong people see the bravery and strength of their Wuhuan tribe!

"Bozhile! Kill them!"

Bozhilie was the commander of ten thousand cavalry who arrived later.

They didn't believe it.

After killing one of their generals, General Yong was able to use the same trick again and kill another one of their 10,000 cavalry commanders!

"Kill them!"

Roars filled with powerful magic power resounded throughout the battlefield.

This caused the 10,000 cavalrymen that followed to instantly speed up their pace.

But compared to them, the one thousand Yong cavalry were obviously closer to the center of the battlefield.

A thousand tigers and wolves ran quickly and soon caught up with the leaderless army of ten thousand cavalry.

"kill!"

Following Feng Can's devilish laughter, the fight soon began again in front of countless gazes.

Do not!
Perhaps the word massacre would be more accurate.

After all, it is well known that the defeated and routed soldiers on the battlefield, after losing the protection of a complete formation, are like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered when facing the enemy's pursuit.

There is no way to fight back!

There is a reason why these ten thousand cavalrymen can be used as the vanguard.

The battle was fought like this, and the commander was killed. Everyone knew that continuing to fight with those terrible Yong dogs behind him would only lead to death.

But except for a few frightened people, everyone rode their horses and fled north almost instinctively.

Most of the remaining barbarians actually endured the pain of their dragon souls being broken and their spirits being torn apart, gritted their teeth and spurred their horses back.

"Eternal Heaven is watching us!"

"Let these Yong dogs see the bravery and glory of us, the descendants of the Cang Wolf!"

"Fight to the death!"

The essence of a fight to the death lies in the word "death".

Even if you know you will die, there is no way out!
As long as he can use his own body and flesh and blood, he can hold these Yong people back.

When the next ten thousand cavalry arrives, their deaths will be worthwhile.

"Fight to the death!"

Listening to the wild dogs' red-eyed hisses and roars, Li Jing, who was in the army formation, couldn't help but sigh even though he was in a different position.

"Good warrior!"

But Feng Can did not have as many feelings as Li Jing.

His hero is my enemy!
Those who are not of my kind, the braver they are, the more they deserve to die!

Looking at the barbarian cavalrymen who were charging forward bravely and fearlessly, Feng Can raised his sword and sneered.

"Stomp them down!"

The words fell.

The cold wind was howling, the horses' hooves were thundering, and the wind was blowing and the rain was bloody.

A thousand tigers and wolves acted as if they were in an empty land, running rampant.

Group after group of barbarian riders who shouted to fight to the death were wiped out from this world by the constantly flashing sword energy.

The cruelty and bloodiness of the battlefield at this moment cannot be fully explained or described even if all the writers use their pens and ink.

The same was true for Han Shao, who was watching the battle on the city wall.

His only feeling at this moment was that the intensity of the war had escalated!
If the battle he faced when he first came to this world could barely be considered as being in the cold weapon era.

The intensity of today's "small-scale" war seemed to have leapt into a hot war overnight.

With the appearance and fate of high-level monks, the lives of ordinary soldiers have become as worthless as grass.

To make an inappropriate analogy, it is as if a machine gun suddenly appears on the battlefield. Once it starts firing, a large number of people are often killed.

The only thing he could be thankful for now was that, for now, this was the limit of the war in this world.

What would be the fate of a cultivator in the upper three realms?
That's dropping nuclear bombs on each other...

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, Han Shao looked at the thousand soldiers in the rear camp below.

At this time, above the battlefield, as the barbarian cavalry continued to die, clouds of blood mist continued to rise in the air.

Now, a thick blood cloud invisible to ordinary people has condensed above the void.

If nothing unexpected happens, after these soldiers return to the camp, their cultivation will inevitably rise to a terrifying level in a short period of time.

Although they could not directly catch up with the three hundred old soldiers, they were able to narrow the gap between them a lot.

"This Li Jing... has so many thoughts..."

Han Shao shook his head and laughed, but he didn't blame him for it.

Everyone has their own closeness and distance.

The Xianzhen Camp is Han Shao's most core military force, so it is normal for Li Jing to have some preference for it.

Zhao Mu, who was standing aside, looked at Feng Can showing off his might on the battlefield below. It would be a lie to say he was not envious.

But the worry is real.

"My Lord...why don't you let them stop?"

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly.

Once Feng Can gets too angry, losing his life would be a small matter, but making the Marquis lose face would be a big deal.

But Han Shao shook his head without even thinking about it.

"I believe in him."

In addition to Li Jing hiding in the formation and controlling the situation, Feng Can's performance today also gave him a big surprise.

That change of formation, like an antelope hanging its horns before facing an enemy, seemed dangerous and even had a hint of coincidence.

But in fact, Han Shao could see that there were not so many coincidences in this world.
It's as clever as it is clumsy.

Although Feng Can is very stupid outside the battlefield, his sharpness and decisiveness on the battlefield are probably the strongest among the four of them!
Han Shao also saw the reason why he took the risk.

Therefore, Han Shao's evaluation of his actions was also very clear.

'He is a faithful one.'

With a sigh in his heart, Han Shao kept his eyes on the tragic battlefield below. His mind swept over Zhao Mu behind him and Qi Shuo, who usually had a weaker presence.

After thinking for a while, Han Shao said another sentence.

"You are all my founders, my backbones, and you are different from others."

"Do you understand?"

After hearing Han Shao's sudden words, Zhao Mu was moved for a while and nodded to show that he understood.

However, Qi Shuo was shocked, knowing that the Marquis was actually talking to him.

So after a brief silence, he bowed and spoke.

"My Lord, Qi Shuo understands."

Han Shao nodded when he heard this.

"Don't be impatient about some things. I'm sure you all know what kind of person I am..."

"I will never abandon anyone on the battlefield, and I will never abandon anyone in the future."

Han Shao's words were extremely blunt, but they touched Qi Shuo's heart.

Qi Shuo's heart trembled slightly, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the snowstorm on the grassland that lasted for several months.

He was always smooth-talking, but when he opened his mouth it seemed as if something was blocking his throat.

After a moment, he replied in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry, Lord Marquis. Everything Qi Shuo has, including his life, was given by you."

"Qi Shuo will devote himself to the great cause of the Marquis, and will never regret it even if he dies!"

Hearing this, Han Shao laughed.

"Don't talk about death easily, live."

"Live and share the wealth with me."

"Otherwise... I will be alone."

Since ancient times, those who are called lonely and widowed are all lonely people.

Han Shao didn't know how much of what he said was true and how much was false.

But at least at this moment, he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

However, when Qi Shuo heard this, his heart trembled and he bowed deeply.

"only!"

Han Shao nodded and smiled, and said no more.

Refocus your attention on the battlefield below.

In sight, the one thousand iron cavalry, led by the fierce tiger Feng Can, were wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

How can one word describe how fierce he is!
Until a roar of extreme anger was heard in the void.

"Don't be so presumptuous, Yong dog! I will kill you!"

Amid the dull and dense sound of horse hooves, ten thousand follow-up barbarian cavalry finally arrived.

It’s a pity that they arrived too late after all.

During the ten or so breaths they were running, the Ten Thousand Cavalry led by Lao Wanqi had been completely defeated.

The black dragon soul above the void had its head broken and its originally majestic dragon scales fell off piece by piece.

As the last group of fearless barbarians were submerged by the terrifying sword energy, the real dragon body formed by their essence, energy and spirit finally exploded after a painful struggle.

Only the ferocious and fierce Jiaozi was left standing in the void, roaring with its head raised, giving the roar of a winner.

However, Feng Can, who was under the control of the Yazi army, still had the Zhen Liao sword in his hand as sharp as ever, and laughed mockingly.

"So much nonsense!"

"Come! Kill me!"

On the battlefield, the strong survive and the weak die!

Words cannot determine strength or weakness, life or death!

When it comes to life and death, victory or defeat, it all depends on the sword in your hand!
So as soon as Feng Can finished speaking, the galloping horses began to speed up.

Under the blade.

Decide to win, and also to die!

The same was true of Bojilie, the leader of the barbarian cavalry who came in anger.

However, at this moment he had learned the lesson from Lao Wanqi. While running along the way, he had already condensed the dragon soul in advance.

At this moment, as soon as he stepped onto the battlefield, his energy was at its peak.

As the sword was slashed out, the huge black dragon in the void roared in response.

In an instant, almost all the vital energy between the surrounding heaven and earth was sucked up and gathered on the blade.

The terrifying sword light was like a bright star brighter than the day, falling into the world!

"die!"

A roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Just now, Yong Gou killed Lao Wanqi with one sword, and now Bo Rilie is going to kill him in the same way!

Only in this way can he wash away the shame that this beast has inflicted on his Wuhuan warriors!

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(End of this chapter)