I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 11
A thick robe was draped around him, instantly blocking the cold wind.

Let Bank of China feel a little warm.

He looked up at Han Shao in confusion before he reacted.

'Have you found that bandit den? '

'So...I don't have to die? '

Under the huge contrast, BOC almost cried with joy.

Because he knew that Han Shao was really planning to kill him just now!

He heard the instant friction of the scabbard.

It can't be faked.

Cruel and ruthless, turning the page like a book, but also shameless!
Zhong Xinggu, who had calmed down a bit, quietly labeled Han Shao one by one in his heart.

If he hadn't witnessed the previous dispute with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to imagine that such a person was really just a mere pawn.

'What a young tiger! '

And tigers are born to eat people.

With emotion in his heart, Zhongxing Gu pursed his lips and said with a trembling voice.

"The Bank of China will definitely do everything in its power to repay Sima for the gift of clothes!"

Han Shao, who was already in a good mood, patted his shoulder heavily and laughed.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you share the same robe with your son!"

"In the army, we live and die together! Just a robe is nothing!"

Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe as your son?
Zhong Xinggu has never actually been in the military, so he just feels that these words are particularly charming.

I didn’t have a deep understanding.

But the eyes of the hundreds of remnant soldiers in the darkness lit up.

He only felt that the energy and blood in his body were slightly burning, and even the wind and snow blowing around him were no longer so cold.

At this time, Han Shao had already put away his smile and gathered up Zhong Xing's robe.

It covered his left lapel.

"Old man, if you are not of my race, your heart must be different!"

"That Karasuma guy is a barbarian on the outside and a mean person on the inside, so he can't be relied upon!"

"They are unreliable!"

Han Shao looked at Zhong Xinggu with a deep look.

"I don't care if you have difficulties in being a dog for them, or if you simply want to gain some glory and wealth."

"I just want to remind you that now I am Daozu and you are Yumei!"

"If you want to live, you must pay your dues and make meritorious service."

"Well done, I can give you a chance to be a human again."

"If I don't do it right, I will really kill someone."

Some people are born with a dog face, and they can change at any time.

One moment it may be sunny and sunny, and the next moment it may be cloudy and thunderous.

Faced with Han Shao's last murderous words.

Zhong Xinggu's knees softened and he knelt down again with a plop.

"Willing to die for Sima Xiao!"

Death?

Han Shao smiled and didn't take it seriously.

He never believed that a few simple words could make people change their ways and change their past.

The reason why I bothered with this is just to give this person a little reminder because he still has some use for him.

Otherwise, according to his temperament, he would have killed him with a knife.

After all, most of the time, traitors are far more hated than enemies.

Han Shao got on his horse again and glanced at Zhong Xinggu condescendingly.

"And watch."

After replying lightly, Han Shao ignored him.

Then he looked around at the hundreds of soldiers behind him, and with a clang, he pulled out the Zhenliao Sword from his waist.

There are no words.

In an instant, there was a uniform sound of a long sword being unsheathed in the darkness.

Han Shao originally wanted to say something to inspire the soldiers.

But looking at this tacit understanding honed between life and death, I suddenly felt that any nonsense seemed a bit redundant.

So the horse's belly bumped, and he took the lead in rushing towards the direction where Ye Bu had received the message.

……

In fact, the grasslands are not all flat.

Years of crustal movement will unknowingly create all kinds of strange landforms.

Except for those gentle slopes that undulate at intervals.

In some places there are even low hills and valleys that are not very high.

Buffalo Valley is such a place.

The low mountains surrounding it not only shield the cold wind from the north.

This makes this valley naturally easy to defend and difficult to attack.

So the Bison Valley gradually turned into the Bison Village.

As for the 'aboriginal' bison in the valley, no one cares where they went to the terrifying erectus who discovered this valley.

All they care about is whether they taste good or not.

Just like they don't care whether they are grassland people or Yong people from the central plains of the south.

When there is no food or drink, the nomadic tribes next door to the surrounding areas are their granary.If they want to make a fortune, those Yong merchants who pass by here are their money bags.

what are they?
They are horse bandits!
Out of this comfortable valley, the entire grassland outside is their pasture!
robbery?

Is this still taught?
I was born to do this!

This is the consensus reached by all the residents of Yiniu Village, regardless of gender, old or young, for countless years.

Simple and unpretentious.

……

As night falls, darkness also envelopes the entire Buffalo Village.

But the piles of bright and hot bonfires in the village illuminated the entire valley red.

The villagers in the valley gathered around the bonfire in front of them, drinking heavily, eating meat, singing and dancing.

A lively and festive scene.

No matter how fierce the fight between the increasingly powerful Karasuma tribe in the north and the Yong people in the south was.

Oh!wrong!

It should be a good fight!
If they don't fight, how will they make a fortune?

If they don't fight, where will the meat and wine in their mouths come from?
If they don't fight, where will the Yong woman they are playing with come from?

Want to fight!

And hit hard!
"Ha ha!"

The leader of the Buffalo Village squeezed Yongnu hard in his arms, and listened to her crying moans, and laughed more and more crazily.

"Yongnu is so weak! She can't stand the torment!"

The horse bandits who were sitting cross-legged around the Buffalo Village Master also laughed.

"It is indeed not as strong as the women of those tribes!"

"But those tribal women have strong tempers and rough skin. How can they compare to Yongnu's obedience and suppleness?"

"Look, this skin is so slippery..."

The horse bandit laughed loudly as he spoke, and tore off Yong Nu's clothes in his arms.

The other person was still curled up, exposed to the cold wind and shivering.

Those eyes that should have been peaceful and gentle were now filled with fear.

But what she didn't know was that it was her frightened look that aroused the animalistic nature of these beasts.

He actually wanted to do such an embarrassing thing in front of everyone.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the woman's shrill, desperate howl, as well as the laughter and cheers by the campfire, resounded throughout the valley.

The bonfire danced from time to time, and the red flames flickered constantly.

The falling shadows are like evil spirits escaping from hell, dancing wildly in the world.

And just when the village was caught in a crazy carnival, someone suddenly made a move.

Huo Ran turned his head and looked in the direction of Taniguchi.

"what sound?"

Bursts of thunderous sounds continued to shake the ground beneath their feet.

Even the bonfire beside him began to tremble violently.

Such a sound, such a vibration.

As prairie horse bandits, they were too familiar.

"Horse hooves!"

The horse bandit stood up suddenly and said in shock.

However, some people hesitated and said, "Could it be those Karasuma people who brought the stolen goods and women again, right?"

After saying this, the horse bandits thought about it and realized that it was really possible.

It is said that in the past two days, those Wuwan people fought a big battle with the Yong people in the south.

As a result, those once arrogant Yong people were defeated!

It would be reasonable to take this opportunity to grab a bigger one.

Thinking of this, the leader of the Buffalo Village could no longer take care of Yong Nu under him, he laughed and stood up.

"Quick! Follow the leader of the village to greet those nobles of the Karasuma clan!"

As he spoke, a group of horse bandits from the Buffalo Village immediately responded.

"That's right! That's right! Don't neglect our distinguished guests!"

Those hateful Karasuma people had forced them to join the Karasuma clan, and they were still a little resentful and resentful.

But as the Karasuma people temporarily stored a batch of stolen goods and women with them.

The resentment and dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant.

After all, geese can be plucked if they are passed by, and pork can be left with oil on their hands!

With so much wealth and women, if even a little bit of it is left out of the hands of those Karasuma people, it will be enough to make their Yiniu Village full of food!
In this case, what if they, the horse bandits, work for those Karasuma people?

Any resentment or dissatisfaction is non-existent!
Anyone who doesn’t sell is a fool!
And just when a group of horse bandits pulled up their pants and happily prepared to welcome the noble Karasumabe.

Suddenly there was a horrified scream in the distance.

"Big... big boss!"

"Yong...Yong people! It's Yong people who have come in!"

Yong people?

How can it be!

And while the horse bandits in the village were stunned, there was a sudden thunder-like explosion in the void.

"Slaughter!"

……

(End of this chapter)