I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 404: The knife is also guilty! Fruits from the grassland!
The remains in Bison Valley had long been moved out.

So we just offer simple sacrifices as a tribute.

"Let's go."

The army marched again.

……

The biggest advantage of this expedition is that we don't have to worry about food and supplies for the men and horses.

By now, the so-called system had been "cracked" by Han Shao.

The system [package] that I once thought was magical now doesn’t seem to be that surprising.

It was nothing more than expanding an area in the inner world for him to store items in advance.

Without the burden of logistics, this army consisting entirely of cavalry could come and go as fast as the wind.

On the fourth day of November, they marched to the remains of last year's battle.

After burying the scattered and broken bones and paying tribute to their comrades who died in the battle as usual, the soldiers became noticeably quieter.

There seemed to be a fire accumulating in everyone's heart.

The cold wind at this moment not only failed to extinguish the flames, but instead fanned the flames, making them burn more and more vigorously.

The boiling blood was so hot and fiery that it made the eyes red.

November 7th.

The army marched north for nearly a thousand miles, and Guiyi Nuer, who was responsible for exploring and leading the way, finally turned back on horseback.

"Master! A tribe has been spotted ahead!"

Han Shao nodded and cast an approving look at the slave.

Then, without any words, he pointed the dragon spear covered with dense scales in his hand into the distance.

The soldiers need to vent, to be released, and to achieve merit.

This blood feud that has been accumulating for nearly a hundred years has finally come to a perfect end.

As Han Shao pointed the dragon spear in his hand, the army behind him instantly split into tens of thousands of cavalrymen.

Thousands of horses were galloping, and even the frozen hard grass was trampled into pieces.

The frozen soil splashed and the earth shook like thunder.

Such a big commotion soon attracted the attention of a shepherd.

On his rough face, cracked by the wind and snow, there was first confusion, then daze, and finally turned into endless despair and fear.

Looking at the black silk thread that appeared on the gentle slope in the distance, it was spreading quickly in front of his eyes like black cloth woven on a loom.

His whole body was stiff, and he finally roared out with a trembling voice.

"The Yong...Yong people are coming!"

The whip came down hard.

The horse under him felt pain and ran wildly.

But the man on the horse was pierced by an iron arrow shot from a distance, and the whole person was blown into a bloody mist.

Another shepherd not far away subconsciously licked the blood foam on the corner of his mouth.

The salty and fishy taste stimulates the brain.

He finally woke up, no longer caring about his old friend who had been with him day and night. He swung his whip as fast as the wind, and blood was dripping.

But unfortunately, his old friend is as old as he is.

Even though I knew that if I ran slower I would die, I just couldn't run any more.

After running only a few steps, the horse stumbled and fell to the ground.

The shepherd fell heavily on the frozen grass, looked back at his old friend whose horse's head was broken, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, he simply drew the scimitar from his waist.

He actually roared and rushed towards the oncoming black wave.

At this moment, he is worthy of the blood of the Gray Wolf and a warrior.

A sharp, narrow spear tip pierced his skull and carried him away.

It was not until it reached the simple fence of the tribe in front that it was thrown away, smashing the hastily gathered warriors into pieces, causing them to wail in pain and break their bones.

At this moment, from the sky above this large tribe that has been passed down for many years, a cold and cruel snort was finally heard.

"Slaughter!"

……

Han Shao sat high on his horse, and from the height of the gentle slope, he looked down at the scene not far away with an indifferent expression.

The Liaodong war horses wearing armor are enough to crush everything when charging at high speed.

The heavy horse hooves trampled not only the flesh and blood of the enemy, but also the vigor and bones they had accumulated over the years of moving south.

As the yurts were broken into and flattened, countless panicked figures were driven away like cattle and sheep.

It's a pity that all this is in vain.

Soon they saw in despair another hopeless black in the distance, pouring down towards them.

"I wish to surrender! I wish to surrender!"

Several old men with aged faces roared with the powerful magic power of the sixth realm.

"Don't kill us! Our people are willing to surrender! We are willing to surrender!"

They did not dare to take action against the black-armored butchers who continued to slaughter their descendants and clansmen.

He could only lower his once proud head in front of Han Shao after a flash, and kowtow continuously.

"My Lord! My Lord!"

"My clan is willing to surrender! We are willing to offer all our wealth and women for you to enjoy!"

"I only ask you to give me a way to live!"

The old man with a quick mind shouted loudly.

"Your Excellency wants to razed the grassland and attacked Dragon City! My clan... my clan is willing to be the vanguard!"

Han Shao gently stroked the fluffy dragon mane of the black horse under his seat, but did not even look at them.

Let them knock a deep pit out of the frozen soil in front of them.

After a while, he suddenly asked.

"Do you recognize me?"

The old guys said quickly.

"Now your reputation is resounding throughout the grassland! Who doesn't know it?"

How could I not know?
The Khan mobilized almost all the strength of the Wuhuan tribe and marched south to attack Yong.

As a result, not only was the Khan killed, but the hundreds of thousands of elite Wuhuan troops he led south were almost wiped out.

Less than one in ten people can return to the grassland alive.

Nowadays, the title of the Champion Marquis of Yong is enough to stop children from crying and scare warriors on the grassland.

Just when they were about to say a few words of flattery, they heard Han Shao say in a low voice.

"Since you know me, you must know why my father passed away, right?"

When these words came out, the old guys who were still kowtowing froze all over.

The blood color on his face faded away completely in an instant.

There is a saying that the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

Last year, Han Shao's three hundred riders caused such a big commotion on the grassland. How could these big tribes not go and find out about this butcher who caused such a bloody storm on the grassland?

Han Shao, who still didn't look at them, chuckled.

"I guess you guys in the grasslands also have the saying 'the hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable', right?"

"I came here to avenge my father, so you can understand that my methods are a bit drastic, right?"

After saying this, Han Shao finally turned his gaze towards the old guys below.

"This is the case for me, and it is natural that the men under my command are the same."

"So, don't blame me, or my men."

"If you want to blame someone, blame them..."

When Han Shao reached this point, he paused and looked amused.

The few old guys who felt Han Shao's gaze and expression stiffened and then trembled.

After a while, an old man finally kowtowed in a hoarse voice.

"We sinners have committed heinous crimes in the past. We know that our sins are so severe that death is not a pity."

"So I am willing to die to atone for my sins!"

"I only ask that you, the Lord, can let my people go!"

After saying this, the remaining old guys hesitated and struggled for a while, then kowtowed in unison.

"We are all willing to die to atone for our sins!"

"I only ask that you, the Lord, can let my people go!"

Han Shao laughed as he saw the determination to sacrifice in the eyes of these old guys.

After laughing, he shook his head indifferently.

"Not enough." "The knife is also guilty."

These old guys who control the power of the clan are considered knife-wielding men.

It must be guilty.

But as a knife being held, is there no sin?

some.

The already pale faces of the old fellows who understood Han Shao's meaning turned even paler.

They were people who had reached the sixth realm of cultivation, but the moment they stood up, they staggered and were a little unsteady.

Seeing this, the personal guards behind Han Shao were about to draw their swords, but were stopped by Han Shao's wave of his hand.

Seeing Han Shao looking at them with such interest, the old guys finally smiled bitterly.

"Your Excellency is trustworthy and of noble status, so you will definitely keep your promise."

"That `s a deal!"

After saying this, without giving Han Shao a chance to refuse, they all flew up.

……

The Yehe tribe was originally a powerful tribe with tens of thousands of cavalry.

After the brutal annexation at the beginning of the year, it has become even more powerful.

Before the battle to the south began, the Yehe tribe, at its peak, even had more than 40,000 cavalrymen.

It’s a pity that as the saying goes, everything goes up and down.

Before they could be happy for too long, they were back to square one in the blink of an eye.

Oh, no!

It would be nice if it could stay the same.

After a battle to the south, the Khan issued an edict to all the tribes, and almost all of the elite troops of the Yehe tribe were sent out.

The remaining strength of the tribe now is barely 5,000 cavalry.

This includes the remnants of the defeated army who escaped death and returned to the tribe.

The situation was made worse by the sudden attack and slaughter by those black-armored devils.

At this moment, the only 3,000 remaining riders were protecting the women, children, the elderly and the weak in the tribe, and were surrounded on a barren grassland with despair in their hearts.

But then they were surprised to see that the black-armored devils suddenly stopped charging.

The cold and ferocious black mask and the long sword that was still dripping with blood.

In comparison, they, the descendants of the Gray Wolf, who roam around with their scimitars and horses, are like lambs and livestock about to be slaughtered.

A timid child burst into tears, but the woman next to him covered his mouth tightly, so he could only sob.

But they are only a minority. They are called the descendants of the Gray Wolf and they uphold the pride of warriors.

Even the wolf cubs were glaring at the black-armored devils before them with stubborn, unyielding, and hateful eyes, looking as if they had crawled out of hell.

Suddenly, one of them couldn't help but look into the void and exclaimed.

"Look! It's the elders! The elders are here to save us!"

Looking at those old figures standing in the void, many members of the Yehe clan cried for joy.

In the eyes of these ignorant tribesmen, the elders are powerful.

As long as they are there, they will be able to protect their safety and even kill all those hateful Yong people!

Unfortunately, their cultivation is too low and their vision is too narrow, so they don’t know that there are always people better than you in this world.

You can’t see the horror and terror of these Yong people.

Nor can one see the desolation and sadness in the eyes of their elders.

The accident and surprise happened just when they were in high spirits.

First, the souls of the elderly in the crowd were directly sucked out, and their bodies fell down powerlessly.

They were all warriors who once wielded scimitars and plundered southward.

When they brought back the blood-stained treasures to their tribe, countless tribesmen cheered for them and gave them glory.

But now he has offended God and deserves death.

"Dad!"

"Grandma!"

Waves of terrified cries caused chaos among these lambs to be slaughtered.

But this is just the beginning.

A huge palm print covered the area, directly wiping out those warriors who were holding scimitars to protect women and children.

The Yehe tribesmen who finally reacted looked into the void in shock and confusion.

Looking at those elders who were once regarded as gods by them.

"Elder of the clan..."

“What are you doing!”

One of the tribesmen looked up into the void, his eyes bloodshot, and roared angrily.

The sigh coming from the void was helpless and cold.

"Saving my people."

The way of survival on the grassland is sometimes like the fruits produced by wild grasses in winter.

When faced with the desperate cold of winter, it is always inevitable to take the initiative to peel off the peel and flesh of the fruit.

Until only the shriveled seeds are left, buried in the soil, waiting for the arrival of next spring.

Cruel?
It's cruel indeed.

But it can still keep a glimmer of hope, right?
It’s just that the young members of the tribe don’t understand this, and don’t understand the pain and suffering of the elders.

Looking at the elders who were constantly slaughtering their fellow tribesmen, disgust and hatred gradually appeared in their eyes.

So they died too.

Because such looks and emotions will kill them, and will kill the seeds that these elders have painstakingly left behind.

And the seeds that can survive are destined to be shriveled, destined to be cowardly, destined to know how to survive and what is reverent... despicable.

"Elders! Don't kill! Please don't kill..."

"There is no one left in my Yehe tribe! No one left!"

The former warrior knelt on the ground and begged with tears.

The panic and fear in his eyes made the elders very satisfied.

Looking down at the place below which was littered with corpses and looked like a purgatory on earth, a few old fellows calculated the number and felt that it was about enough, so they finally turned around and looked at the gentle slope in the distance.

When they saw the young figure smiling and nodding at them, they let out a long breath.

After looking at each other, they flashed and fell from the void.

He slowly approached the remaining members of the Yehe tribe and saw that those who once revered and worshipped him were retreating in fear.

The old guys tried to calm down and smiled gently.

"Don't be afraid, kid. You survived."

Winter has arrived on the grassland, and being alive is the greatest luck.

As they spoke, a few old fellows waved to a few younger generations who had good cultivation and talent.

"Come, come closer."

Perhaps it was because of his past prestige that was too great, even though the younger generations were frightened, they still walked up to them as they were told.

"Kneel down."

"I am a sinner, burdened with sins, and I must die for you to atone for my sins."

The few people who were already frightened had their minds in a mess and knelt down in the direction of the gentle slope in a daze.

After listening to this tearful retelling, the old guys nodded with satisfaction.

Afterwards, the powerful pressure from the Six Realms Powerful Beings was released, directly suppressing all the living people to their knees.

"Yehe criminals, beg for life!"

"Please grant me your permission!"

On the gentle slope, he laughed.

"allow."

After hearing the word "Yun", the old guys felt relieved.

He pulled up several juniors he had just recruited, and after infusing all his magic power into them without regard for the loss, he patted the shoulders of several young juniors who had instantly become haggard.

"Now it's the turn of us who have committed serious crimes."

As they spoke, the old guys knelt down with their backs to the young juniors.

"Child, please cut off my head!"

"Go and ask for credit from the Lord..."

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(End of this chapter)