I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 14 Horse Bandits
The headless body of the Bison Village Master still maintained a kneeling posture.

A stream of blood shot up into the sky, turning into a shower of blood and pouring down on the horse bandits.

Arima Bandit subconsciously licked the corners of his scarlet mouth.

'It turns out that the boss's blood smells like this...'

Such a strange thought flashed through my mind.

Looking at the head crushed by the horse's hooves, the horse bandit suddenly thought of a kind of courgette he had tasted before.

The red flesh is sweet.

It's a pity that they killed all the Yong caravans, and he never tasted such sweet melons after that.

This made him regret for a long time.

A lot of things in this world are like this.

I was happy at the time, but I always started to regret it unknowingly afterwards.

I regret that I shouldn't have been so quick at that time.

I regret not thinking further.

Regret this, regret that.

Then I always feel that life is never perfect.

Then in order to fill up this imperfection, the passion goes up and down, creating another imperfection.

This goes on and on, as if everything will never end.

Thinking of the doubts that had been plaguing his heart for so many years, the horse bandit couldn't help but sigh quietly.

However, he heard that those Yong people in the south have a kind of book called "Book", which is said to be able to solve all the confusions in the world.

It's a pity that he has never seen it.

He is just a horse bandit.

His father had robbed his mother and gave birth to him.

Then accidentally, his mother died.

Horse bandits are like this, they never know how to cherish things.

I always feel that what I grab will be better next time.

But what if there is no next time?

Just like his dad.

In the morning, I said I would grab another girl for him and wait until the cavalry team came back in the evening.

He only had half left.

If the old horse hadn't been smart enough to follow the cavalry all the way back.

I probably won't be able to come back even with this half.

During that time, everyone in the village was laughing at his father for being a fool.

On such a large grassland, a woman is walking alone astride a horse.

Everyone was frantically beating their horses to escape, but his father rushed forward regardless.

Then, as expected, the woman was killed with a sword.

He clearly remembered the people who laughed at his father, including the big boss who had just had his head crushed.

This made him feel a little funny.

Because he suddenly felt that the leader of the village, Da Dangjia, was actually no different from his father.

Just as stupid.

Just as ridiculous.

Being a single woman is dangerous.

Isn’t Dayong dangerous?

Do not!
Only more dangerous!
Who wouldn’t want a treasure land that is said to be as warm as spring, with endless food and countless treasures?
But now thousands of years have passed, Dayong is still there!

He was just like that woman wandering alone in the grassland, strutting around.

There will always be some idiots who don't know how to live or die, and they will rush forward one after another to die.

Then, just like the big boss, the majestic Xiantian Grandmaster of the True Yuan Realm was beheaded in an understatement.

Clean, crisp and without twists and turns.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the tall figure on the horse beside the bonfire.

A flash of envy flashed in his eyes.

This is the Yong man in his imagination!

powerful!Brave!overbearing!

Everything he said and did was different from those idiots on the grassland.

Compared with the real Yong people, they are like those mice on the grassland that can only dig holes, and their bodies are full of unpleasant earthy smell.

The real Yong people are like the magical horses running wantonly on the grassland.

Proud, as if dwelling in the clouds.

'If there is a next life... let me be a Yong man! '

The horse bandit didn't know how many times he had made great wishes.

……

Horse hooves rumbled, and one after another, the cavalry, also wearing black armor, rushed to the largest and most central bonfire in the area.

The horse bandits, who had been frightened out of their wits for a long time, did not need to greet them at all.thump--

thump--

Kneeling down in front of those black-armored cavalry one after another, the previous fierceness and ferociousness could no longer be seen.

"General! Spare your life! We are willing to surrender!"

"It's all the village master's fault! We are all innocent!"

"That's right! It's the village leader who insists on colluding with the Karasuma people! There's nothing we can do about it!"

Anyway, the village leader is dead.

And how could a dead man speak?
What should be said and what should not be said, do you still need to be taught by others?
"General! I know where the goods sent by the Karasuma people are placed!"

"As long as the general spares my life, I am willing to take the general with him!"

"Yes! General! We haven't touched any of those belongings!"

There were voices pleading for life, barbaric language in desperation, and half-baked Yong language.

Han Shao, who was surrounded by a group of cavalry, was sitting high on his horse, overlooking the scene below.

He turned to look at the cavalry beside him and laughed.

"I asked you a question, and you got it right, students."

"If you answer it wrong, you will die, okay?"

Listening to Han Shao's heartless laughter, the horse bandits trembled all over.

But faced with the chance of survival thrown by Han Shao, he quickly kowtowed and responded.

"General, have mercy! We are willing!"

"General, please feel free to ask!"

But when the soldiers heard Han Shao's words, their expressions changed and they kept saying.

"Sima! No! This beast will be a disaster if you keep it!"

"Kill them all!"

Even Mrs. Gongsun, who rarely spoke in front of others, frowned at this time.

"you……"

But as soon as she started speaking, she was interrupted by Han Shao.

"Am I Sima, or are you Sima?"

At this time, Han Shao, who was covered in black visor, was as cold as ice.

Under the gaze of those unwavering eyes, Lady Gongsun finally chose to remain silent.

Although she had not been with Han Shao for a long time, she had figured out a bit of his character.

This person has a dog face.

The person who greets you with a smile one moment may turn his back on you the next moment.

Domineering and ruthless!
Lady Gongsun couldn't figure it out for a moment. Before today, this guy was just a mere pawn in the army.

Where did he get the environment and confidence to develop such a dog-like temper?

"You are Sima, you have the final say!"

Regarding Madam Gongsun's words which were full of anger, Han Shao just looked at her quietly and then withdrew his gaze again.

Then he turned to look at the horse bandits below again.

"What do you think is most important to this Sima?"

"Is it you horse bandits who are more important? Or is it the gold, silver, and wealth that's more important?"

A group of horse bandits originally thought that Han Shao was going to ask them about the Wuwan people.

But I didn't expect that the final question asked would be such a seemingly simple question.

Are they more important, or are the possessions more important?

For them, their own lives must be important!
How can you rob if you don't have your life?

How to play with women!
But for these Yong generals who are obviously young, wealth must be important!
Thinking of this, all the horse bandits turned pale in an instant.

But then I thought about it again, that’s not right!
The question itself is not about 'whether it is important or not' at all!

Just guess the Yong general’s thoughts correctly!
Thinking of this, they immediately relaxed a little.

After all, if you choose one of the two, there is always a chance of getting the answer right.

So after a brief hesitation, the horse bandit mustered up the courage to answer.

"Property! General, I guess it's property!"

It's a pity that when Han Shao heard this, he shook his head and said with some regret.

"Sorry, you gave the wrong answer."

As he spoke, Han Shao pointed his sword in his hand, and a sharp force of true energy instantly pierced the horse bandit's forehead.

After giving the unlucky horse bandit some ideas, Han Shao encouraged him with a smile on his face.

"Go on, life or death depends on your answer."

"Come, let me see if there are any smart people among you."

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　one more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)