I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 4 The Southern General’s Common Name
The cavalry never needs additional war drums to boost morale.

The ground beneath their feet is the war drum they carry with them.

The hooves of the horses below are their drumsticks.

The horses' hooves are flying, and the muffled sound of thunder that sounds every time they step on the earth is the most inspiring drum music in the world that reaches your ears.

The drums keep beating!

The charge doesn’t stop!

Han Shao dismounted the Liaodong horse and took the lead.

Hundreds of black-armored cavalrymen followed behind them, maintaining their formation without missing a beat.

Looking at the densely packed barbarian cavalry in front of him that far exceeded his own, Han Shao felt for a moment that he was doing something extremely stupid.

After all, I had been hiding in the cavalry formation and fishing in troubled waters before, and I still couldn't feel anything.

But when he was rushing to the front, he looked at the enemy army on the opposite side that could not be seen and the bright scimitar shining coldly in the sun.

A great fear instantly filled my heart.

Only at this moment did he realize that he was also afraid of death!
It is obvious that in this inexplicable, strange and barbaric world, he has no nostalgia at all.

There were no familiar people or unfinished things to make him miss.

But suddenly, he was afraid!

'No wonder they say there is great terror between life and death...'

Han Shao suppressed the heart in his chest that was beating violently due to fear.

Because it's too late even if you regret it at this time.

Just when they launched a charge, the panicked and chaotic wild cavalry on the opposite side suddenly separated a cavalry force and charged forward.

The same bravery and fearlessness of death!
The same bravery and determination!
Even if they were divided between the enemy and ourselves, Han Shao had to sigh in his heart.

It's a pity that in this world, the butt always determines the head.

His hero, my enemy!
On the battlefield, it's life and death!
"Only the dead can survive! Crush them! We can all survive!"

Han Shao, who was riding a Liaodong horse, pointed his long sword in his hand.

"kill!"

The hundreds of black-armored remnants behind him heard Han Shao's loud shout and immediately responded.

"kill!"

The cavalry clashed, and the distance was only a mile or two, but it was only a matter of seconds.

There wasn't even time for fear to turn into thoughts of escape.

Two cavalry armies of similar size collided fiercely.

Han Shao, who was riding in the lead, as the arrowhead of the formation, also forgot the word "fear of death" at this moment.

A powerful innate sword energy was struck first.

Several wild knights rushed towards them, and their horses and equipment were shattered in an instant.

The stumps of limbs were flying around.

Han Shao rushed through the blood mist in the sky, and the hot blood that had not lost its temperature even made him feel a little bit hot.

"happy!"

While laughing, Han Shao, who was covered in blood, was like an Asura from purgatory, slashing out the sword in his hand again.

The next moment, the power of true energy, which was far more majestic than true energy, was instantly released along the meridians that he could not figure out.

"cut!"

With a loud roar, a huge sword light swept forward and wreaked havoc.

Wherever you go, there is nothing but death!
You can't even hear the screams that the other party made before he died.

Because it all happened so fast!
Many barbarian riders were approaching on horseback. Before he could react, his eyes suddenly became empty.

Then he saw that Nan Gou, who had been blocked by the tribesmen in front, had rushed in front of him.

Before the shock on his face faded away, the bright sword light that instantly tore his people into pieces appeared in front of him again.

And this glance is already forever...

Han Shao galloped on his horse, controlling the Liaodong horse under him with the rein in one hand, and jumped across the ravine he had cut previously.

"jump!"

With a hasty word, the black-armored cavalry behind him understood.

"jump!"

"jump!"

In an instant, the figures of hundreds of black-armored cavalry were like one body, drawing a black arc in the air.

Cross the ravine and fall steadily.

Continue to follow Han Shao's back and ride straight forward.

While using the same thick long knife in his hand, he continued to harvest the lives of the enemy soldiers in front of and beside him.

In a daze, they vaguely felt that the charge they launched this time with a desperate intention to die seemed to be easier than they imagined.

All they have to do is follow the figure rushing at the front, keep charging, and keep harvesting.

That's it!

Some people who didn't know Han Shao couldn't help but feel a little strange.

When did such a fierce man appear in this army?

How come I never heard of it before?
You must know that the strong are always respected in the army!
It seems that such a strong man in the army who is so strong at such a young age can be so unknown, let alone unheard of.

It can be said to be a big departure!
'Could it be that a son of some aristocratic family, or a direct descendant of a sect, came to me to train in the Liao army? '

Some soldiers were slandering and speculating in their hearts.

But the faces of some people who knew Han Shao were no longer strange, but weird.

The only thought in their minds at this time.

That means 'Brother Shao' may not be possessed by ghosts and gods...

It's just that on the battlefield right now, life and death are in an instant, and there is no chance to go up and question him.

……

wore!

Killed through!

Nearly the same number of cavalry hedged.

In less than half a cup of tea, our nearly exhausted remnant army killed them all.He looked at the bloody passage behind him that he had stepped on.

A black-armored cavalryman suddenly raised the long sword in his hand and roared.

"Invincible!"

The next moment, hundreds of voices roared in unison.

"Invincible!"

Facing this short-lived victory, Han Shao was obviously a little surprised.

He turned his head and glanced at the pair of eyes behind him that showed a hint of fanaticism.

In order to cover up his discomfort, he quickly looked towards the front of the barbarian cavalry army who was obviously frightened by this fierce confrontation.

The heavy long knife in his hand pointed again.

"Today I am waiting to fight to the death, just to beg for a living!"

"Anyone who dares to stand in my way will die!"

The next moment, the Liaodong horse shot out from under his crotch.

"Suppress Liao Army! Charge!"

After a loud shout, Han Shao rode alone and took the lead in charging towards thousands of barbarian cavalry.

The hundreds of black-armored remnants who were showing some confidence behind them followed closely behind them with a bump on their horse's belly.

"Begging for work! Begging for work!"

"Whoever blocks me, die!"

Faced with the sudden and inexplicable explosion of this southern remnant army, the barbarian cavalry facing them suddenly lost their position.

"No! Nan Gou tried his best!"

Some barbarian cavalry looked panicked.

Those hundreds of riders and a whole small tribe of people just disappeared like mowing grass.

Such a tragic scene is really too horrifying.

Even the clan leader who was at the forefront, a Xiantian Grandmaster-level figure, was killed by the Nangou 'Commander' before he could take action.

The death was too silent and comical.

There are also leaders of the barbarian cavalry who look suspicious and are constantly wondering about something in their minds.

Why didn't such a powerful Nango take action in the previous battle?
Is there something wrong with this?
trap?

Are there any other secrets?

The commander of the Centurion level of Barbarian Cavalry became more and more panicked and uncertain as he thought about it.

People from these small tribes led their tribesmen south, preparing to make a fortune with the Khan.

If all the people in the clan die, how can we make a fortune!

Not to mention getting rich, even the tribe behind them will probably swallow up the bones and dregs of other tribes!
Grassland has always been a man-eating grassland!
This has never changed for millions of years!

"Chief! I will lead the tribe to hold off for a while! As long as we kill all these southern dogs, we will definitely make a contribution in front of the Khan..."

Faced with the advice of his tribesmen, the leader of the small tribe who held the title of centurion in the barbarian cavalry army raised his hand and whipped his horse whip.

"Your surname is Qingli, not Karasuma..."

Seeing the clan leader's ferocious and sinister gaze, the young clansman who was whipped seemed to want to say something else.

But when the clan leader looked at the hundreds of black-armored cavalry riding rampant, he suddenly lowered his voice and ordered.

"Take the tribe and retreat!"

……

Obviously, there is more than one Barbarian Cavalry leader who has the same idea as the Qingli tribe leader.

Soon, on this vast grassland, there was a ridiculous scene of thousands of barbarians being chased and chopped down by a remnant army of hundreds of black armored men.

What does it mean to be defeated like a mountain?
This is a devastating defeat!
Looking around, countless wild knights were running away.

Even many barbarian knights didn't know why they wanted to escape.

All I know is that when others run, I will run too.

As I ran, someone started shouting out of nowhere.

"Defeated! Lost!"

Is this defeated?

But it's obvious that those Southern Dogs are just a few hundred remnant troops?

Some barbarian knights only felt that this defeat was a bit confusing.

Unwilling to give up, they mustered up the courage to gather some people and charged towards the remnant black-armored army.

These barbarian knights are neither brave nor powerful.

But in the blink of an eye, they were all killed.

The leader, a centurion of the Xianyuan Realm, even had his head wrenched off by the crazy Southern Dog 'Commander'.

Abandoned body in this vast wilderness!
"Immortal God! The Southern Dog is ferocious! Invincible! Run!"

For a time, frightened sounds were heard everywhere.

Wait until another army of barbarian cavalry appears from the gentle slope.

The leader of the barbarian general looked at the messy scene below, and his face suddenly darkened.

"What a bunch of rubbish! They succeed more than they succeed! They really disgraced the face of our Karasuma Clan!"

Looking at the black-armored remnant army below, the barbarian general was immediately attracted by the young figure at the head.

What a Yong people young tiger general!
After thinking for a moment, he immediately said in a jerky tone.

"Who is the Southern General? Do you dare to name him?"

The sound was not loud at first.

But a moment later, it sounded like rolling thunder across the entire battlefield.

Han Shao, who had already sensed something was wrong, immediately gave up chasing the broken cavalry troops and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

He laughed heartily.

"A certain Han Shao!"

"You are a small soldier from Dayong Town and Liao Dynasty!"

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(End of this chapter)