I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 31 The Painter
"Sima's sharp shot!"

With an arrow in the battle, he shot down the enemy chieftain and boosted the morale of hundreds of remaining soldiers.

On the other hand, the enemy formation was first harassed by a hail of arrows overhead, although it did not cause too many casualties.

But the originally orderly formation was obviously a little chaotic.

Then seeing their general being shot off his horse by an arrow, some of the wild knights screamed and went to rescue the general regardless.

Almost instantly, the entire formation was in chaos.

Han Shao was still annoyed at not being able to directly shoot the enemy general.

But when he saw the scene of people flipping over in front of him, his eyes lit up instantly.

He didn't even bother to shoot the second arrow, he just drew his sword and pointed forward.

"Rush over!"

"kill!"

With a loud shout, hundreds of cavalry became one, and in an instant they returned to their positions with their bows and raised their swords from their scabbards.

"kill!"

Under the sky, a group of black-armored cavalry were like a black torrent that kept roaring and rolling forward.

Potential like a broken bamboo!

Unstoppable!

In contrast, the barbarian cavalry, who were still in chaos, looked at the black-armored cavalry that continued to charge ahead, all showing horror in their eyes.

Someone plucked up the courage and rushed forward with a strange scream.

But not everyone has such courage.

Under the tread of the horse's hooves, the ground sounded like a war drum.

Those Liaodong war horses, which were obviously taller than the Karasuma horses, and the ferocious and majestic black armor.

Its shape is like the god of death stepping into the world!

Its momentum is like mountains and seas overturning the earth!

"Longevity is above..."

In panicked murmurs.

Many barbarian cavalry did not rush towards the Yong people's cavalry on the opposite side after crossing the chaotic front line.

Instead, he instinctively turned the horse's head and went to the side.

As a result, a huge gap suddenly formed in the already chaotic formation.

It's like a woman stripping off her clothes in front of a strong man, with four big words "please enter the urn" written all over her head.

"Damn..."

The barbarian centurion, who was desperately rescued by a group of tribesmen, was holding his chest that was pierced by an arrow, and his face was as pale as paper.

Looking at the warriors in the clan rushing towards the Yong people's cavalry in front of them.

He glanced at the bastard on the other side who was trying to avoid the enemy's edge, and his eyes were red.

"Come back! Bastard! Come back!"

But at this time, what's the use of shouting!

In a cavalry battle, once the horse's hoof steps out, there is no turning back!

Just like the black armored cavalry opposite.

Han Shao, who was riding in the lead, looked at the barbarian cavalry charging ahead through his ferocious black visor, his expression neither sad nor happy.

The blade of the knife in his hand turned, and only two weak words came out of his mouth.

"Break the enemy!"

In an instant, the sharp sword light turned into the most exquisite paintbrush in the world.

Use the battlefield in front of you as your canvas.

Han Shao splashed his ink!

With just one stroke, a touching scarlet color was painted on this desolate world.

"charge!"

After another drink.

The horse's hooves stepped on it, and Han Shao quickly turned around. His black armor was stained with ink on his upper body, and he kept swiping the brush in his hand.

One after another bright red blood flowers bloomed in front of him.

This cruel beauty made his expression cold, and the expression on his face gradually became numb.

Because the battlefield is a painting that does not require any emotion.

Death is what this painting is about!
No one can or dares to deviate from this consistent and ultimate purpose.

Otherwise, it will be the painter himself who dies!
……

broken!

In just a few short breaths, the barbarian knights who rushed forward in a sparse manner were killed.

The few surviving barbarian knights looked at the fallen corpses around them with confused expressions on their faces.For a moment, I couldn't even remember what happened in the moment of the charge.

How could this be?
Why are they all dead?
Looking at the black figures quickly moving away from themselves, the confusion in the eyes of the few surviving wild knights gradually turned into panic.

Especially when the last black-armored cavalry turned to look at them.

That look in his eyes was like the most ferocious wolf on the grassland!

But luckily they left and continued charging towards their clansmen.

They don’t have to die anymore…

Just as he was about to survive the disaster, there was suddenly another thunderous sound of horse hooves.

woman?

The few surviving wild horsemen were stunned for a moment, and then fled away like frightened birds.

At this time, there was only one thought in their minds.

Khan lied to them!

The patriarch lied to them!

Yong people are not weak!

The Yong people are invincible!
And they don’t want to die!
A group of women who were fighting hard to follow behind the black-armored cavalry saw the fear in their hearts when they saw the few surviving wild cavalry, which almost made them stop their galloping horses.

But the next moment, those wild knights ran away as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.

The frightened expressions on these women's faces instantly turned into a look of astonishment.

At this time, a woman in the formation took courage and shouted.

"My dear friends are waiting for us to fight in the front. We must not fall behind and hold them back!"

As these words came out, a bright light finally lit up in the eyes of all the women.

Yes, my beloved is still fighting hard at the front...

At this moment, a group of women suddenly burst out with infinite power.

This force is called hope.

For people who have experienced that kind of bottomless darkness, this light is enough to illuminate their entire world.

……

fast!
too fast!
The black iron torrent is like a real flood, covering everything it passes.

They will be completely swallowed up and submerged by it.

Until a mess is left.

"Oops……"

The barbarian centurion reluctantly sat on the horse, vomited out a mouthful of blood accumulated in his chest, and his face became even paler.

The formation was in chaos, and the forwards were swallowed up in one fell swoop.

Even if he had no battlefield experience, he knew the situation was not good.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what Yong people meant by 'the battlefield is constantly changing'.

With just one round of arrows, the warriors of his clan that he had always been proud of were in chaos!
What a mess!
wrong!

It's because he, the commander-in-chief, fell into Nan Gou's plot!
Otherwise, it would never be the case!
He doesn't agree!
The barbarian centurion endured the arrow wound on his chest and roared angrily.

"Charge! Charge with me!"

But some of the wild knights around him blocked the way.

"Young Patriarch! You can't rush!"

"Avoid it! Just avoid it!"

As he said this, another barbarian knight also said the same thing.

"Yes! Young Patriarch, you are so seriously injured that you have to go back and let the priest heal you. How can you still charge into the battle?"

If something happens to him, there's no guarantee that the clan leader won't be so angry that he sacrifices their heads to the flag.

They had finally climbed to a high position in the clan, so how could they be willing to risk life and death?
Faced with the obstruction of the guards around him, the barbarian centurion immediately drew his sword and killed one person.

"Violators, behead!"

"Come on with me, the young clan leader!"

After saying that, regardless of the reactions of the people around him, he directly rode towards the Yong people's cavalry that was approaching quickly not far away.

He can't escape!You can’t lose either!

Because of this escape and defeat, he is finished!
He is the patriarch's son!
But the patriarch is not just his son!
On the grassland, everyone is like a wolf, eating people and eating themselves.

Once he loses this battle, the future position of clan leader will no longer have anything to do with him!

When the time comes, his brothers and sisters will not let him go!

and so……

He would rather drag everyone to be buried with him!
"kill!"

……

(End of this chapter)