I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 379: Supporting the Country! Reviving the Great Yong! It is our responsibility!

"Look! There's movement at the Nangou City Gate!"

“Open…open the city!”

"Oh no! They're leaving town!"

Waves of exclamations were heard one after another in the barbarian camp, making the army, which was already in chaos, even more at a loss.

This high-intensity battle that has been going on day and night for nine days in a row has not only exhausted the Yong soldiers in the city.

The barbarian soldiers who were attacking the city had undoubtedly reached their limit.

What's more, they have to endure huge casualties that are almost suicidal.

This endless fear that constantly wanders between the terror of life and death every day irritates their already fragile nerves every moment.

If the bitter cold of the grassland had not already tempered their wills to be strong and tough, many barbarian soldiers would have been in a state of collapse by now.

But this strong and tenacious will also has its limits.

For the sake of Wuhuan, for the Khan's cause, or for themselves.

They can die!
You can use your body to fill up the steep slope of death leading to the city wall!
Even when they saw with their own eyes the nine true immortals of their clan perish in the void, they did not fall into complete despair.

Because they still have the Khan.

Over the years, Khan led them to sweep across the grasslands and intimidate the southern dogs.

Their faith in the Khan has become almost godlike.

They also firmly believed that as long as the Khan was there, Wuhuan would be there.

I won’t lose!

But what they didn't expect was that they were willing to sacrifice their lives for this belief.

What they got in return was that the gods pressed down their palms from the void and wiped out tens of thousands of warriors in the tribe.

The collapse of their faith at that moment made them feel as if all their bones and muscles were pulled out, and they were stunned in the cold winter wind and snow.

Therefore, many barbarian soldiers who were still staying in the barracks at this moment were not unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

They just forgot to run.

Forgot where to run.

Going back to the grassland?

But when they marched south, the Khan said that he would not turn back until he captured Youzhou, and they believed him.

And risked everything for it.

Now...can I still go back?

Hearing the cries coming from the front, some barbarian soldiers raised their empty eyes and looked towards the direction of Champion City.

It took a long time to come back to his senses from the trance, 'What are they talking about? '

South Dog opened the city?

The barbarian soldier's empty eyes suddenly burst into ecstasy.

The southern dog has opened the city, so what are you waiting for!
Take the opportunity to attack!

Sonorous!

The scimitar at his waist, which he regarded as a treasure, was unsheathed in an instant, and he opened his mouth and was ready to call on the tribesmen around him to mount their horses.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw only a pair of equally empty eyes, staring blankly behind him.

Turning around, he saw countless terrified figures in front of him, rushing towards him like a tide.

"Enemy attack!"

"The Yong people are coming to kill us!"

"Run! Run!"

The noisy sound was like flies hovering over a rotting corpse in summer, and it almost made his brain explode.

And was furious about it.

These damn bastards, maggots!
Since you knew it was an enemy attack, why didn't you stop the enemy!

You are not worthy of the title of Karasuma Warriors!

He was about to shout out to those figures rushing towards him, but at this moment, an irresistible force came from behind him.

It’s the patriarch!
The barbarian soldier who was twisted onto the horse's back looked at the chief and a group of tribesmen who also quickly mounted their horses.

He said with a dull look.

"Chief, is it our turn to attack the city again?"

Hearing his sudden words, the patriarch was also stunned for a moment.

Then a slap as big as a palm fan hit him hard in the face.

"Are you awake?"

His face was burning and his head was buzzing, all he heard was the clan leader speaking in a self-deprecating and melancholy voice.

"If you wake up, go ahead."

The barbarian soldier covered his cheek and said blankly.

"where to?"

The tribe leader, who had already turned his horse around, tightened the items he had hastily collected, his eyes equally blank.

"Wherever we go, that's where we'll go."

After saying this, the clan leader looked at the defeated soldiers and fleeing troops who were getting closer and closer behind him, and his eyes fixed and became firm in an instant.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

If they were a little slower, they wouldn't even have to wait until the Yong people arrived. The panicked horses of their fellow tribesmen behind them would have trampled them into meat paste.

As soon as the thought came to mind, the horse's hooves began to move.

The tribesmen around him also started running.

The soldier who had just been slapped was also caught up in the incident, but he spoke with some fear at this moment.

"Chief! If you flee in the middle of a battle, the Khan will blame you..."

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw all his fellow tribesmen looking at him as if he were a fool.

The patriarch was silent for a moment, looked at the towering and fluttering royal flag in the distance, and suddenly said something.

"From now on... there will be no Khan."

In the darkness of the night, the clan leader's voice trembled slightly.

Fortunately, the cold wind covered the sound and the tribesmen did not hear anything unusual.

Or even if they heard it, no one would care.

They just knew that the patriarch was right.

From the moment Shi Bi slapped him and fled away, many things were actually no longer important.

This naturally also includes the life and death of Shi Bi.

They have no Khan anymore...

There is more than no Khan.

After today, perhaps Karasuma...will no longer exist.

Just like the countless overlords that have appeared in this vast grassland.

The Wuhuan clan, after all, could not escape the fate of the Yong people, "their rise is rapid, and their fall is sudden."

So when they were riding past a tribe behind them, they looked at their fellow tribesmen who were staring blankly at them and they shouted fiercely with ferocious faces.

"Go away!"

As soon as the words came out, one of the tribesmen swung his sword and chopped down without hesitation.

Then he stepped on the other person's body and quickly walked away.

If you are escaping, you have to be quick!
It’s just like when a person who has never practiced spiritual cultivation encounters a pack of wolves on the grassland. You don’t have to run the fastest.

But you must make sure that the people around you run faster.

Even if it's just for a moment, perhaps this moment is your chance to survive!
They were obviously a lucky clan.

Their patriarch was not as quick to react as those who saw the situation was getting bad, nor was he as decisive as them.

But they are not the slowest to react.

At this moment, every time they successfully crossed a tribal camp, it meant they had one more chance of survival.

Under the stimulation of such psychological positive and negative feedback, the group of people actually ran with a feeling of great satisfaction.

It was as if they were not running away, but rushing towards the battlefield.

Some people even laughed.

"With these idiots as our backs, we will definitely be able to return home alive!"

Those who were more knowledgeable suddenly thought of the current owner of the Yongren city, the ultimate winner of this battle.

Marquis of Dayong Champion!
It seemed that they were also running for their lives last year.

Afterwards, the Yong Guanjun Hou was not regarded as a disgrace by the Yong people, but became a hero instead.

When the barbarian soldier thought of this, he inexplicably remembered the words that the champion marquis shouted when he fled with hundreds of defeated soldiers.

"My family is in the south, I cannot die facing north!"

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Therefore, the barbarian soldiers also raised their arms and shouted.

"My home is in the north, I cannot die facing south!"

"North! North!"

With such inspiring shouts, not only many of the tribesmen around him were infected.

Even many barbarian soldiers who were also fleeing for their lives not far away echoed loudly.

"My home is in the north, I cannot die facing south!"

"North! North!"

And with these loud roars, echoing all around.

The rout of the defeated army actually turned into an enthusiastic victory.

"North! North!"

Just as this terrifying momentum was about to spread, suddenly a huge roar interrupted it all.

boom--

Terrifying energy erupted from the ground.

Then, in a moment, a tangible sound wave formed, sweeping and raging in all directions.

Blood splattered into the void.

Endless broken limbs flying.

The warhorse was suddenly frightened, its hooves lifted into the air and it stood up.

In the blink of an eye, there was a chaos of people and horses.

The barbarian soldier who had shouted those words first stood up in panic and looked blankly at the huge deep pit that suddenly appeared in front of him.

I was just about to ask the patriarch what was going on.

When he turned around, he saw that the patriarch, who had been brave and fearless on the battlefield and had survived hundreds of battles, was now lying on the side like a blood gourd.

Looking carefully, I saw a severed finger that had pierced into his forehead at some point.

It seemed that he didn't react until he died.

Beside him, the tribesmen who had been "marching forward triumphantly" before were now mixed with the war horses under them, and could no longer be pieced together into a complete picture.

The barbarian soldier collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at this scene that looked like hell. With his cultivation level, he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the attack of a high-level cultivator or some kind of weapon of the Yong people.

But just this moment, he suddenly didn't want to run anymore.

After all, even if you run back alive, what good would that do?
The grassland is a man-eating grassland.

Rather than going back through so much hardship and dying at the hands of other tribes, it is better to die here.

If you are tired, just lie down.

So when he saw the iron cavalry in black armor shaking the earth and sweeping over, he was too lazy to even move.

He let the heavy horse hooves push him into the endless dark abyss.

'Mom, I can't go back...'

……

Humph! What a class!
How dare you play on me!

court death!

When Han Shao, who was standing on the top of Champion City, heard the noise coming from afar, even with his current composure, he couldn't help but twitch his face.

Perhaps sensing Han Shao's change in mood, the several Mohist sages standing beside him trembled slightly.

“Your Excellency…”

From the initial champion marquis, to the later marquis, and then to the current prince.

Although the change in name is subtle, it can give us a glimpse into the changes in people's hearts.

Han Shao glanced back at several Mohist sages, and a smile suddenly appeared on his tense face.

"The mines are effective. I am very satisfied."

After all, he is a technician and is indeed rigorous.

To say that within half a mile, there is no one alive except Xiantian is a conservative statement.

If you are caught off guard and have bad luck, you will die even if you are born with talent.

With such terrifying killing power, how could Han Shao not be satisfied?

If time is not too tight and we cannot produce too many, we can only place some at key nodes.

This battle won't be so difficult.

Of course, Han Shao also knew that this thing could only be used to achieve victory by surprise. Once the enemy knew of its existence and details, its effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

So Han Shao didn't rely on him too much.

"As long as you are satisfied."

Facing Han Shao's praise and recognition, several Mohist sages bowed and smiled.

Just looking at the bloody purgatory far below, a trace of pity still appeared on their faces.

"This item was made based on the battle formation diagram given by the Marquis. We dare not take credit for it."

"I only hope that you will... stop killing people in the future..."

Different from the Seventh Realm True Immortal who has just entered the upper three realms.

The celestial beings in the eighth realm are only one step away from the pinnacle of the human world.

At this moment, when several Mohist sages faced Han Shao, they were obviously in awe.

Listening to these pedantic words from several people, Han Shao narrowed his eyes and did not respond directly.

After a moment, he suddenly nodded.

"can."

Facing the shock and surprise of several people, Han Shao smiled.

"Do you think that I am really that butcher who enjoys killing people?"

Hearing Han Shao mocking himself as a butcher, several Mohist sages smiled awkwardly and said hurriedly.

"I can't wait!"

At this moment, Han Shao suddenly changed the subject and sighed helplessly.

"It's just that sometimes there are many things in this world that you can't choose not to do just because you don't want to."

"Just like this battle now..."

"If I don't kill them, what should I do if these barbarians come back in the future?"

"Won't more people die by then?"

Han Shao spoke in a helpless tone, thinking that these old stubborn people would not believe him.

However, he didn't expect that after hearing what he said, they thought in silence for a while, and then bowed deeply to Han Shao.

"Lord, benevolent!"

"We are too old-fashioned, and our minds have been blinded by our past thoughts of small benevolence!"

"Ashamed! Ashamed!"

Why not cry together instead of crying as one family?

One seems to be compassionate, but he is actually a small benevolent person.

The first one seems cruel, but it is actually very kind!

Seeing the Mohist sages seeming to have suddenly realized something, Han Shao hurried forward and helped them up himself.

"We are a family, no need to be polite."

When the ideas were smooth and in sync, and then there was such grace and honor, the hearts of several Mohist sages immediately surged with warmth.

After standing up, they looked at each other silently.

After a moment, it seemed that some kind of decision was finally reached.

One of the Mohist sages stepped forward and bowed.

"We haven't yet made a satisfactory finished product of the item that the Lord told us about last time."

"But I have already gained something."

As he spoke, he took out a rather small object from his storage bag.

"Your Excellency, please look..."

Han Shao lowered his eyes and couldn't help but speak after just one glance.

"gun?"

The Mohist sage nodded upon hearing this.

Han Shao had previously put forward a number of "product design requirements" to them, including guns and cannons...

However, due to certain practical limitations, they have no idea about the smaller guns for the time being.

However, they did have some experience with the fantasy version of the cannon, which did not have such high requirements for firing rate and materials.

After practicing a little with the pocket-sized 'sample' in front of Han Shao, Han Shao immediately applauded on the spot.

He was a little too greedy before, and subconsciously wanted to become fat in one bite.

Now seeing them take out the cannon model, Han Shao came to his senses.

A thousand birds in the forest is worse than a bird in the hand.

This thing looks bulky and will slow down the cavalry's running speed.

But don’t forget, there is another magical item in this world—a storage bag!
Just imagine!
When they marched south the next day and raided the city with cavalry, they blasted the gate open with a single cannon shot.

Then the army marched straight in!

By then, who can stop the power of his army?

Thinking of the wonderful thing, Han Shao's eyes lit up, and he even pounded his hands and said immediately.

"I'd like to ask the elders to help the city's workshops to forge this thing with all their strength!"

"As for the wealth you need, I will never be short of it!"

When the cannon is fired, there is a thousand taels of gold.

Han Shao had heard this so many times in his previous life that his ears were callused.

Of course I know that this thing is wasteful, it must be quite a lot.

However, Han Shao, who had just eaten Chen Wenjun's soft meal, was very stiff at this moment.

What's more, there is a famous saying in that world.

My neighbors stockpile food, I stockpile guns.

My neighbors are my granary!
Therefore, Han Shao never worried about matters concerning money.

Seeing Han Shao's impatience, several Mohist sages were a little surprised.

"Why are you so anxious, my lord?"

Han Shao's expression froze when he heard this.

It would be difficult for him to admit that he had evil ambitions and had been secretly eyeing the world.

So he said seriously without blinking.

"The world is in chaos!"

"Once there is chaos, there will be bones exposed in the wild, and no roosters will crow for thousands of miles!"

"Support the country and revive the Yong Dynasty! This is the duty of our ministers!"

"Although I am a small and weak man, I am determined to turn the tide!"

As he spoke, Han Shao looked at several Mohist sages with burning eyes, suddenly bowed deeply, and pleaded sincerely.

"I also ask all the elders to spare no effort to help me save the millions of people from the water and fire!"

The celestial beings of the eight realms bowed down in reverence, and with such great support, several Mohist sages instantly became dizzy.

He quickly bowed in return.

"Your Excellency's words are too serious!"

"Since you have such great ambitions, we old men should not hesitate to live our lives, so why should we talk about toiling?"

……

Looking at the backs of several Mohist sages who were full of energy and marching away, Han Shao curled up the corners of his mouth into a faint smile.

After retracting his gaze, he once again focused his mind on the chaotic battlefield below.

As expected, Li Jing and his four men, who led the army out from the four gates, were like a tiger out of a cage, sweeping away everything.

"It won't be long before..."

Han Shao's thoughts suddenly turned to another thought, but he suddenly stopped.

Huo Ran turned his gaze towards the direction of Langju City.

wrong!

Is it too quiet there?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Han Shao suddenly had a bad feeling.

The divine consciousness instantly crossed the distance of hundreds of miles and landed in the void above Langju City.

With one thought, the war outside the city continued, but it was completely under control.

Just when Han Shao relaxed a little and was about to withdraw his spiritual thoughts, a pair of giant hands suddenly appeared and reached down to grab at him.

stab-

Han Shao's expression suddenly changed.

fake!

……

(End of this chapter)