I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 409 Karasuma Oishi! The Last King!
"This is really not a place for human beings..."

A cloud of white mist was exhaled, and Karasuma Daishi cursed.

The incident happened in a hurry, and the number of tribesmen he brought out from Longcheng was originally small. People died along the way.

If this continues, I’m afraid we won’t be able to reach our destination at all and people’s morale will be dispersed.

Once you lose the support of the people, it is only natural that unspeakable things will happen.

Karasuma Oishi understands human nature very well.

So he was anxious every moment along the way.

"How long until we arrive?"

As he said this, a black figure emerged.

He looked back at the army marching behind him, and at the bodies staggering and falling into the snow, and sneered sarcastically.

"The human race is so fragile—"

Karasuma Daishi repeated without changing his expression.

"How long until we arrive?"

The black figure seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Karasuma Daishi's attitude and snorted coldly.

"If you're willing to let someone die, you should be able to arrive the day after tomorrow."

"The question is, are you willing to give it up?"

This is complete bullshit.

If all the people were dead, how could Karasuma Oishi talk about reviving Karasuma's former glory?

Wu Wan Daishi let out a long breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and spoke slowly.

"At the latest, how late can it arrive?"

Perhaps because his status in the tribe is too low, Black Shadow likes to see these humans compromise in front of him.

Seeing the resentment hidden in Karasuma Oishi's expression, he laughed with great enjoyment.

"It will take at most three or four days before we arrive."

After saying this, he even expressed his comfort with compassion.

"Don't worry, as long as we reach the North Sea, we will be protected by our tribe."

"No one dares to touch you anymore."

Karasuma Daishi was reserved about the beast's confident look.

After all, outside the Champion City, not only the Khan and the nine true immortals of Wuhuan were beheaded, but also a pure-blooded true dragon of the seventh realm.

But the result?

The dragon clan, which is known to be the most protective of their own people, did not even say a word, let alone pay back blood with blood.

With this precedent in mind, how could Karasuma Oishi possibly have confidence that the other side could truly protect them?
But he had no choice, and neither did the Karasuma people.

In order to preserve the last of his blood, he and his people can only rely on these evil beasts.

Karasuma Daishi suppressed the chaotic thoughts and uneasiness in his mind, and turned to the black shadow that depended on him and made another request.

“The tribesmen can no longer hold on.”

"Can you please ask Lord Dragon to cast a spell to protect my people?"

The grassland is also divided into north and south.

With Longcheng as the central axis, the further north you go, the colder it gets.

If ordinary warriors could barely withstand the white disaster on the grasslands in the south of the desert, then the winter desert in the north of the desert, which was covered in silver, would be unbearable even for a master who had reached the innate level.

Not to mention those tribesmen who are building their foundation through blood coagulation.

In the past few days, many members of the tribe either froze to death while walking, or became stiff as sculptures without realizing it while resting.

Faced with such painful suffering and the fear of death at every moment, the tribesmen were able to remain silent and persevere until now.

Even Karasuma Oishi couldn't tell whether it was the desire to revive Karasuma that supported him, or the fear that was frozen by the severe cold all around.

Let them just follow behind him numbly - all the way north.

Heading north, he pursued a glimmer of hope for a future in which even he himself could not see any.

Karasuma Daishi sighed inwardly.

But as expected, the beast once again rejected his request.

"no!"

Although the title of 'Dragon Lord' from Karasuma Daishi made him feel very comfortable.

But when He rejected the other party's request, He was still ruthless.

"Do you think this journey is easy for me?"

"If I hadn't used my magical powers to conceal my whereabouts, you, the defeated soldiers, would have been caught up by the Yong people and slaughtered directly!"

"How can you have the opportunity to complain to me here?"

Hearing what the other party said, Karasuma Daishi frowned and looked at him, and finally asked the question.

"Since Lord Long used his magical powers to conceal his whereabouts, why are those Yong people still able to follow us so closely?"

The Yong army that was chasing closely behind was large in number and powerful, and it seemed that they were coming out in full force.

The murderous aura of such a large-scale army is too obvious without any deliberate concealment.

Therefore, even though Wuhuan Daishi only had the cultivation level of the sixth realm, he could still clearly sense the imminent terrifying pressure from behind.

The other party's behavior of keeping a distance between them and not being too close also made Karasuma Daishi feel very confused.

It was as if - they were being driven in a certain direction on purpose.

With this terrible thought in his mind, Karasuma Daishi became more and more uneasy.

The dark shadow who heard his words suddenly became furious.

"Don't you believe in my magical powers?"

"My dragon clan is good at hiding. With my magical power covering us, how could he... how could they possibly find any trace of us!"

The black shadow looked angry, but there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

In fact, He had already sensed that something was wrong.

It was just like when he helped the 50,000-strong army to conceal their movements. Even though he had tried his best to display his magical powers, his every move still seemed to be clearly visible to the other side.

This made him subconsciously think of the pair of terrifying eyes he saw in Champion City.

That was the first time that He felt fear towards the human race, whom He once regarded as ants.

But the pride of the dragon race does not allow him to show weakness in front of these lowly ants.

Of course, the most important thing is that this time when he returned to the North Sea, he intercepted a large part of the Wuhuan tribe's fortune.

With the blessing of the Wuhuan tribe's luck, he is able to rival the eighth-level celestial being. Even if the other party really sees through everything, he is not afraid of him!

As the thought flashed through his mind, the black shadow calmed himself down and felt a surge of courage in his heart.

But what he didn't know was that his fleeting feeling of guilt just now did not escape the eyes of Karasuma Daishi.

Even though his heart was shrouded in a lingering haze, Karasuma Daishi did not show it.

'Never give up hope until the last step...'

These were the words that his teacher Yongren taught him, and Karasuma Daishi never forgot them.

It was just like when everyone treated the other person as trash, only he was respectful to that teacher Yongren.

Even though he has become a cripple and has no cultivation at all.

Because he is different from those idiots who only care about the level of their cultivation.

Karasuma Daishi knew long ago that the level of cultivation is only a part of a person's strength.

Knowledge, intelligence, and even an indomitable will are all manifestations of strength.

And his teacher Yongren has all of these.

Therefore, Karasuma Oishi respected and admired him very much.

"It's a pity that he was captured by the Yong people in the battle last year. I guess he must have died..."

Karasuma Daishi sighed with some regret.

To this day, he still remembers that teacher's name.

His last name is Zhonghang.

A very rare surname among the Yong people.

"What are you thinking?"

The dark shadow hovering around Karasuma Daishi said with some dissatisfaction.

Karasuma Daishi glanced at him, with a hint of barely perceptible disdain and mockery in his eyes.

"nothing."

Amid the heavy snow, the army continued on their journey.

From time to time, some tribesmen who were not well-trained enough would fall straight down from their horses onto the snow.

Gradually, even the grassland war horses, which were born with strong and fiery blood, began to be unable to hold on.

There were more and more dead bodies along the way.

One day, two days, three days...

Every time Karasuma Daishi looked back, uncontrollable pain would flash in his eyes.

But again, they had no choice.

"One day, we will come back."

"Come back and take back everything that belongs to us!"

After hearing what Karasuma Daishi roared out in the cold wind and snow, the last bones and blood of Karasuma, which had been numb and stiff, seemed to finally come back to life.

A bright and fiery look gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Yes! We will eventually return from this icy purgatory and take back everything that belongs to us!"

Complex roars filled with reluctance, anger, and hope echoed throughout this wild snowy plain of Mobei.

Youguizhong looked at Karasuma Oishi with a look of encouragement.

"Daishi, you should come up with a Khan name for yourself."

"We believe you will be a great Khan!"

Those who were able to follow Karasuma Daishi out of Longcheng actually did not have any real resentment towards Shibi.

Even if he personally sent the entire Wuhuan tribe into the abyss.

Therefore, it was only natural for Karasuma Oishi, who was of royal blood, to become the new Khan.

'Khan?'

Karasuma Daishi looked stunned.

He was only a descendant of a branch of the royal family, and the title and position of Khan was too far away from him.

So he never thought about it. When this position was placed in front of him, he felt a little unreal, and more importantly, his shoulders suddenly felt heavy.

After a moment's silence, he opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard a sudden burst of ecstatic shouts from the front.

"It's here! It's here!"

“I saw the sea!”

arrive?

Upon hearing this, the army, which had just been aroused by Karasuma Oishi's words, instantly became excited.

Here we are! Finally here!
Recalling the journey across the ice field filled with death, many people cried with joy.

They survived!

Really survived!

As long as they survive, and continue to survive in this death zone, sooner or later, they will fight back!

Use their bravery and iron hooves to make those damn Yong people truly crawl at their feet!

Men and women have been slaves for generations!

Looking at the ecstatic expressions of his tribesmen, the heavy stone that had been weighing on Karasuma Daishi's heart finally fell.

he made it!

Just when he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh heartily, he heard a cry of fear from behind him.

"Oh no! It's... it's the Yong people! The Yong people are coming to kill us!"

This cry filled with fear and despair was like the coldest wind in the world.

It instantly extinguished the laughter that had just resulted from their escape from death, and turned their passionate hearts cold.

The expression on Karasuma Daishi's face froze for a moment.

Since yesterday, the presence of those Yong people disappeared behind them.

He originally thought that the Yong people had lost them.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all!
Or maybe his previous guess was correct.

Those Yong people did it on purpose!
Deliberately driving them all the way here...

Karasuma Daishi's eyes changed drastically, showing confusion, despair, and anger towards the idiot on his body!
So after a few moments of silence, he didn't even bother to ask that idiot what was going on.

Because it's obvious that the idiot definitely doesn't know either.

Looking at the tribesmen around him who were either pale and at a loss or in fear and chaos, Karasuma Daiishi suddenly unsheathed the golden scimitar from his waist, raised the sword, raised his arms, and roared.

"Don't panic!"

"I am Karasuma Daishi! I am of the Karasuma royal family!"

"I will be your new Khan from now on!"

“I am with you!”

The roar of the powerful ones in the six realms, under the influence of magic power, resounded throughout the ice field.

At one point it even drowned out the sound of horse hooves approaching from afar.

As the roar sounded, the remaining Karasuma troops, who had been in despair, confusion and fear, suddenly drew out the scimitars at their waists after a period of silence.

"Khan! Khan!"

The sound shook the ice field, and the wind and snow were blown back.

Wuhuan Daishi galloped on his horse, surrounded by his close tribesmen.

No longer north.

But to the south!

Towards the direction of Dragon City!
"I, Wuhuan Dashi, am your Khan today! Are you willing to follow me?"

Karasuma Daishi had a ferocious look on his face, raised his sword and roared.

"willing!"

"willing!"

"willing!"

As if he had foreseen something, the response at this moment was full of determination and fierceness.

This caused Wuhuan Dashihu's eyes to turn red and his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

Such a heart! Such bravery! Such a people!

Just give him some time! Just some time!
He will surely be able to restore the glory of Karasuma!

'Just a little bit! Just a little bit!'

But even though it seems to be just a "point", to Karasuma Oishi, it seems like there are mountains and seas between them.

It's clearly within reach, yet out of reach.

Karasuma Daishi was filled with resentment and resentment.

But he knew that none of this mattered now.

So he rushed all the way to the front of the remnant army, looked at the black curtain of death slowly approaching in the distance, and took a deep breath.

Then without any extra words, he raised his arms and roared.

"Today is the day of death!"

"But follow me! Kill!"

No chance.

The Yong army was approaching the edge of the North Sea, but the dragon tribe, who should have stepped in to stop them and promised to give them shelter, did not move at all.

From that moment on, Karasuma Oishi had figured everything out.

The dragons won't come.

Now... he just wanted the Yong people to see the final bravery and ferocity of their Wuhuan clan!

Tell that Yongren Guanjunhou that not all of their Wuhuan people are servile slaves!
They also have brave warriors who are not afraid of death!
There are also those who are willing to die - Khan!
……

In the distance, Han Shao was walking slowly, squinting his eyes and looking at the movement in front of him, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

As expected, no matter how corrupt a force is, it will inevitably have martyrs like this when it finally perishes.

Stupid?
maybe……

But this kind of stupid behavior always makes people subconsciously ignore the difference between friend and foe, and feel respect for it.

Especially the figure who rushed forward in the name of Wuhuan Khan with a golden scimitar raised high, even Han Shao could not help but sigh.

"Although he is a foreign race, he still has some qualities of a king."

"It's a pity...I was born at the wrong time."

After making this casual comment, Han Shao waved his hand.

The next moment, the black-armored tiger-wolf cavalry, which had been ready for action, suddenly flooded towards the opposite side like a tide.

Horses galloped and the ice fields shattered.

The overwhelming sword energy swept through the sky, tearing everything apart.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the whiteness of the ice field was dyed into a cruel and glaring blood color.

The warrior's body collapsed, and his suppressed cries in severe pain played a dirge about death in the sky that had been silent for who knows how many years.

Witness the final performance of the Karasuma clan before its complete demise.

Han Shao looked calm.

Until at his signal, the figure holding a scimitar rushed out of the army formation, ran all the way in front of him, and slashed with the sword while roaring.

The sword energy was so bright that it seemed like a blazing red sun was pulled out from the sky.

"die!"

It was a pity that the blazing red-gold sun couldn't even shake a strand of Han Shao's hair.

Gently holding the sword energy that had absorbed all of the opponent's magic power and soul between his fingertips, Han Shao smiled faintly.

"Karasuma Daishi, I admire you very much, are you willing to surrender?"

The blood flowed down Wuhuan Daishi's clothes and armor and onto the horse under him.

tick-tock-

In a blink of an eye, the snow and ice field under his feet turned red.

Wuwan Daishi was a little surprised when Han Shao revealed his real name.

But at this moment his expression was extremely calm. He did not ask Han Shao why he knew him, but just smiled.

"Your Excellency is late."

"If you had come a moment earlier, perhaps this Khan would have surrendered."

Everyone can surrender, except the king.

From the moment he raised his arms and shouted, he was no longer Karasuma Oishi.

He is the Khan of Karasuma!
He is the king of Karasuma!
So he won’t surrender, it’s impossible for him to surrender.

Han Shao sighed helplessly.

This result was expected and not surprising.

He just felt a little sorry that such a good talent was buried with him, so he just tried it casually.

If it succeeds, it succeeds. If it doesn’t, forget it.

So after hearing what Karasuma Oishi said, he waved his hand and signaled the other party to do as he pleased.

When Wuhuan Daishi saw this, his gaze towards Han Shao finally changed a little.

"At this moment, Wuhuan Daishi realized that our clan was not wrongly killed by you, my lord."

As he said this, Wuhuan Daishi drew the golden scimitar in his hand and placed it around his neck.

Then he suddenly asked Han Shao another question.

"My plan failed, is this fate?"

Han Shao sneered and shook his head.

“It’s all in the hub.”

When Karasuma Daishi heard this, he immediately looked as if he had realized what was going on.

Then, amidst a burst of laughter, the golden scimitar passed around his neck.

Hot blood splattered on the ground.

Thus, the last king of the Wuhuan tribe died on this ice field.

This passion brought a barely perfect end to the life of the Wuhuan tribe.

……

(End of this chapter)