I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 322: Surrender before the battle! Swords drawn under the city! Anyone who dares to approach will die!

The terrifyingly bright sword light was like a falling star.

Before it actually fell, the powerful aura that overflowed caused the earth in front to fly everywhere, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Countless barbarians stared intently at this horrifying scene that seemed like the sky was falling.

The anger they had felt when they saw their tribesmen being slaughtered now turned into fanatical shouts of determination to win.

"Kill! Kill Yong Gou!"

They firmly believed that with this blow, they would be able to chop off General Yong's head.

Afterwards, he rode his horse again and completely swept away the one thousand Yong cavalrymen, trampling them into meat paste!

Even the barbarian generals stationed at the front of their respective tribes felt the same way.

Bozhilie's timing was perfect.

Not only did he take advantage of the opportunity of running, but he also accumulated all his energy to its peak.

He even took a step ahead of General Yong and sucked up all the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

Therefore, this sword not only gathered his own strength and the Void Dragon Soul, but also borrowed the vast power of heaven and earth.

As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, let alone General Yong, even some of the immortals among them who had already vaguely glimpsed the threshold of the upper three realms did not have the confidence to really block this shocking sword with such force that it could collapse the sky.

"That General Yong... must die!"

After making such a judgment on General Yong, some barbarian generals couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Barbarians have always respected warriors.

Although they are in different camps, the two sides have long been enemies.

However, the bravery of General Yong who had just defeated ten thousand cavalrymen forced them to admit that he was a true warrior.

What a pity, such a warrior will eventually fall here today...

Just like that old Wanqi.

No matter how high your cultivation level is or how powerful your strength is, once you die, no one will remember you at all, except for causing others to sigh.

Because this is... a battlefield!
This is also the fate of these warriors!
The thought flashed through my mind in a split second.

Bozhilie's terrifying heavenly sword continued to fall in the minds of all the onlookers.

It seems slow, but this 'slow' is only relative.

In fact, how could a powerful being in the sixth realm who possesses the power of heaven and earth be slow in taking action?
If one's cultivation has not reached the corresponding level and one's spirit is not strong enough, all one can see is a dazzling and terrifying ball of skylight.

Maybe by the time they really react, everything will be over.

Just like at this moment, when those ordinary barbarian cavalry were still shouting fanatically, the eyes of the barbarian generals in front of the formation suddenly flashed with shock and surprise.

At this moment, a wanton and arrogant laugh resounded through the void.

"Good knife!"

A word of approval is an expression of someone's recognition.

Before the voice fell, the dark sun that had appeared on the battlefield before appeared again in the void.

It actually crashed directly into the bright star that fell to the earth without dodging or avoiding it.

boom--

Da Yin Xisheng.

This collision between the sun and the stars did not make any loud noise.

However, the violent energy of heaven and earth that swept in all directions, as well as the broken earth that exploded all around, still made everyone feel as if they heard a loud roar of heaven and earth.

"You actually...actually blocked it?"

A barbarian general looked at the battlefield not far away with a look of shock.

'This is impossible! '

The barbarian generals on the front line cried out in their hearts, their eyes unable to hide their disbelief.

They do.

This was especially true for Bozhile, who was facing the enemy camp at this time.

"This is impossible!"

His roar filled with confusion was only met with Feng Can's mocking laughter.

"It sounds impressive, but it's too weak inside!"

"Why? Didn't that mad dog let you have enough food? Are you going to die in battle again?"

Feng Can said this easily.

But in fact, the sudden blow from the opponent just now really scared him.

He almost gave up his pride and called on Li Jing to join forces.

Fortunately, he blocked it in the end.

When Bo Rilie heard Feng Can's humiliating words, his eyes were red with anger.

"How dare Yong Gou insult my Khan!"

But after he said this, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Wait! Your cultivation..."

Just before stepping onto the battlefield, he used his divine sense to scan General Yong's cultivation level, and it was obvious that he was only at the fourth level of the Golden Body.

But now he has obviously become stronger!
Bozhilie was filled with doubt and confusion, but in the end it was impossible to get an answer.

Because at the moment he opened his mouth, the dark sun in the void before him reappeared in the sky.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"

"If you give me a blow, I will give you a blow in return!"

You barbarians are not the only ones who can launch sneak attacks.

I can do it too.

Feng Can sneered in his heart, and the power added by the military force instantly strengthened himself.

When the void above his head opened its mouth and roared, it forcibly snatched away a portion of the heaven and earth vitality that had originally gathered around the dragon soul.

This is the domineering nature of the military forces.

It is also the foundation that enabled early military strategists to transcend realms and suppress the world.

Some extremely gifted military strategists can even temporarily replace the will of heaven with the will of the army and use mortals to defeat immortals!

Feng Can's talent in military strategy should not be comparable to those geniuses, and the time he has taken control of the military force is too short.

For the time being, it is impossible to defeat immortals with mortals.

But his opponents are not those peerless monsters who transcend common sense, nor are they immortals in the upper three realms!
Therefore, when this sword was swung, the barbarian leader Bo Rilie's expression changed instantly.

He slashed with his backhand.

In vain.

It's too late to kill again.

The dark sun descended, swallowing and burning everything.

In just a moment, the sixth realm golden body that had been tempered to the extreme, like the gold and iron hair, had turned yellow and curled up.

Bozhilie's eyes were filled with fear, and he no longer had the strong confidence he had before to crush everything.

He knew that he couldn't block the knife.

So almost instinctively, he who was riding his horse forward a moment ago suddenly disappeared from the horse's back.

He let the terrifying Dark Sun fall directly among the barbarian cavalry under his command who were still riding their horses and wielding their swords.

The massive energy that carried the power of heaven and earth swept across the front wantonly because there was no equal force to stop it.

In the blink of an eye, a bloody gully several miles long was plowed out in the army of ten thousand cavalry.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

The barbarian cavalry on both sides of the bloody ravine continued to rush forward rapidly, without even realizing what had just happened.

The thousand Yong cavalrymen on the other hand were also confused.

It wasn't until Feng Can's angry roar that they came back to their senses.

"You son of a bitch! You ran away!"

Yes!

No one expected that Bozhilie, who was as fierce as a tiger when he just stepped onto the battlefield, would suddenly abandon his thousands of cavalrymen and run away without looking back!
It's so ridiculous!

Not to mention that General Feng Can did not expect this, even the barbarian generals watching the battle behind him were completely dumbfounded!

'This... this is fucking... this...'

With such a huge contrast, no one can describe their astonishment, shock and surprise in words.

"Bozhile! Go back!"

A barbarian general roared angrily.

But how could Bozhilie, who was already frightened, listen to him?
With a flash of his body, he appeared several miles away from the battlefield.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized what he had just done driven by instinct.

In an instant, Bozhilie's face turned as pale as paper.

He knew he was finished.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, he fled.

Even if you survive, it would be worse than death.

Not only him, but also the tribe behind him!
"It's over, it's over, everything is over..."

I want to go back and make amends.

But when he thought of the terrifying strength of General Yong and the great terror between life and death in that instant, he could not move.

"You'll die! You'll really die!"

He is not that old immortal Lao Wanqi, he is still young!

He also did not have the deep hatred that Lao Wanqi had for the Yong people!
The key point is... he has worked so hard to cultivate to his current level, how can he bear to die?
Looking back at the bloody scene where General Yong slaughtered his own warriors in a rage, Bozhilie felt reluctant and angry.

However, this extremely strong feeling of reluctance and anger, when it met the eyes of General Yong, was like a basin of cold water poured over one's head in the cold winter.

His body was nailed in the void, unable to move forward or backward.

"Bozhile! Bozhile! Go back! Go back!"

"Go back and kill those Yong dogs! Kill them!"

Roars came from the formation of their own army not far away.

It buzzed in Bozhilie's blank mind.

He used to yearn for the battlefield and indulge in the killing on it, but he had never hated it as much as he did now.

I never thought that death could be so scary.

He didn't want to die! So when his fellow tribesmen were riding their horses towards him in anger, Bozhilie suddenly moved.

But the direction is not the battlefield where the fighting is still going on.

Nor are they the armies of the same race behind him.

But...Champion City.

One breath, two breaths——

Above the void outside Champion City, Bozhilie looked at the city defense formation that lit up in front of him, as well as the icy crossbows that were suddenly facing him.

Bozhilie looked anxious and shouted urgently.

"Bozhilie ties himself up and surrenders!"

The moment the words fell.

The young figure on top of Champion City hesitated for only a moment, then uttered a word in a playful tone.

"allow."

The next moment, a golden chain formed by the power of a true immortal instantly bound it up.

Then he directly pulled the barbarian leader of ten thousand cavalry into the city.

A few barbarian riders, who tried their best but were still a step late, watched this jaw-dropping scene and roared to the sky.

"Bozhilie, how dare you!"

It's okay to desert the battlefield.

The worst possible outcome is death.

With their intercession, perhaps the tribe could be saved.

But... but he actually surrendered Yong Gou just like that...

This this……

Shame!
Not only was it a shame, but the war had just begun and a commander of ten thousand cavalry surrendered to the Yong people over a disagreement. One can imagine what a huge blow this was to the morale and spirit of the army!

"Bozhilie! You deserve to die!"

In the void outside Champion City, several powerful barbarians had bloodshot eyes, almost spitting fire.

Just when they were ready to risk their lives to break into the city and kill Bozhile, a cold snort suddenly came from the top of the city.

"roll!"

The voice was not loud, and even had a bit of the clarity that is unique to young people.

But to a few people it sounded like a command from heaven, and they flew backwards in an instant as if struck by lightning.

Then a group of barbarian cavalry fell down dozens of miles away.

Champion City.

Han Shao stood with his hands behind his back, looking with some regret at the few pieces of 'fat meat' that were delivered to his doorstep flying away from him.

A powerful being in the sixth realm!
If you just killed it, it would be the best food.

It’s a pity that the upper three realms of this world have restrictions on what they can do to "ordinary people".

Although this restriction seemed to be ineffective on him, Han Shao still maintained a certain degree of restraint.

After all, he is afraid too!

Afraid that the mad dog Shi Bi would really go crazy, he also attacked the "mortals" under his command.

So, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to do anything bad.

With a sigh in his heart, Han Shao retracted his gaze and looked at the barbarian leader who was tied up behind him with golden chains with great interest.

"Bozhilie?"

Bozhilie nodded hurriedly.

"Reply to Lord Han! The defeated general is the one!"

Han Shao said in surprise.

"Do you know me?"

The grassland was isolated from other places, and most barbarians didn't know much about Han Shao.

At most, they knew his title and his identity as the master of Champion City.

As for his last name, no one knows it.

Bozhilie forced a smile and said in a flattering manner.

"When Marquis Han rode into Dragon City, Bo Rilie had the honor of witnessing Marquis Han's peerless grace!"

Last year, Han Shao led only 300 cavalrymen to Longcheng in the wind and snow.

Bozhilie is located in Dragon City.

However, although he had already reached the level of a half-step sixth realm powerhouse at that time, there was nothing he could do since there were three seventh realm true immortals who came to Dragon City with this guy.
So all they could do was watch him burn down Longcheng and finally leave.

Looking back on the past year, he had made many bold statements in front of others, vowing to cut Han into pieces and avenge the shame of the Wuhuan tribe.

But things are unpredictable. Who could have thought that in the blink of an eye, the next time they saw him, they would see the scene like this?

Han Shao found it quite interesting to hear what Bo Rilie said.

But right now he didn't have time to catch up with this funny guy.

"Zhongxing Solid."

Zhong Xinggu's figure appeared before people like a ghost.

Even Zhao Mu and others who were at the sixth realm of cultivation were shocked.

"The old slave is here."

Han Shao waved his hand and gave the order.

"Take the person down first and see if it helps..."

The implication is, keep it if it is useful.

If it is useless, there is no need to keep it and waste the vitality of heaven and earth.

Bozhilie, who had been keeping his mind tense, naturally understood it.

He kowtowed repeatedly and said anxiously.

"It works! It works..."

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Zhong Xinggu's face and was suddenly stunned.

"It's you?"

As he spoke, he felt quite moved, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land.

"I didn't expect that you would also join Marquis Han!"

There were not many Yong people on the grassland.

This is especially true for the Yong people who have been able to travel in Dragon City for some time.

Bozhilie naturally has a deep memory.

But he didn't expect that after he said this, Zhonghanggu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he suddenly felt ashamed and angry that his past could not be revealed to others.

Without giving this fellow a chance to talk nonsense, Zhong Xinggu, a seventh-level True Immortal, moved his magic power slightly and completely sealed his mouth and soul silently.

He said with a sinister smile.

"Whether it is useful or not, it's not up to you to decide."

As if he saw through Zhong Xinggu's intention to kill and silence the witness, Han Shao couldn't help but laugh, but didn't say anything.

It’s better to give him a scare first.

When people are afraid, they will know more.

"Okay, take it down."

Hearing Han Shao's words, Zhonghang Gu bowed quickly.

"Here."

As a result of this interruption, the situation on the battlefield below has changed again.

Han Shao just took a glance and said.

"Okay, that's almost it."

“都回来吧。”

If this man is killed, his authority will be established.

Even his face was swollen.

There is no point in continuing to argue about it.

Knowing when to quit is the key to winning or losing at the gambling table.

The same is true on the battlefield.

Han Shao's voice traveled several miles, ignoring the chaos and noise of the battlefield, and was transmitted clearly and unmistakably below.

The thousands of cavalrymen who were charging into the enemy's formation, including Feng Can, received the order instantly and no longer cared about killing Bozhilie's defeated soldiers who were fleeing everywhere.

"The Marquis has ordered! Return to the city!"

Feng Can greeted him.

The next moment, more than a thousand blood-soaked tigers and wolves suddenly turned their horses' heads, roared, and were about to ride away from the battlefield.

Behind them, tens of thousands of cavalrymen, who were mobilized by Bozhile's action that brought shame to the entire Wuhuan clan, were galloping towards them.

"The thief will leave!"

"Want to leave? Stay alive!"

Waves of roars resounded through the sky.

But what he got in return was Feng Can's arrogant and wanton laughter.

"I come when I want to, and leave when I want to. Who dares to stop me?"

The chase and escape soon brought them within two or three miles of the city.

Seeing that the open city gate was just around the corner, Feng Can suddenly said to Li Jing behind him.

"Take your people back to the city, I'll follow soon!"

After saying this, he didn't give Li Jing a chance to react.

He instantly used his magic power and appeared behind the army with his horse.

Facing tens of thousands of cavalry, Feng Can rode alone, rode his horse with his sword across the city, and shouted loudly.

"I am here, anyone who dares to approach will be killed!"

……

(End of this chapter)