I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 49
In a cavalry confrontation, life and death, victory or defeat, are all decided by lightning.

There was only one mistake between the two sides, and the barbarian cavalry of more than a hundred people was defeated.

After leaving the corpses on the ground, the remaining dozens of horsemen did not turn around and charge back again. Instead, they beat their horses and fled away without looking back.

Listening to the rumble of horses' hooves approaching rapidly behind them, the remaining dozens of wild horsemen all looked horrified.

"Damn!"

When they suddenly encountered this Yong cavalry, they originally thought that the opponent was a defeated Yong army that had accidentally broken in here.

That's why they charge at the opponent when the opponent is several times their own.

But after the fight, they discovered that they were wrong!
Wrong!

This remnant army of the Yong people, which could not support more than three hundred horses, actually had several innate masters and a great master of the Tianmen realm!
This isn’t a fucking pockmark, it’s a scam!

They originally thought that they could take advantage of the situation to harvest some heads and use them to "contribute" to the Jingguan behind them, but they were completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, he no longer cares about his duty to guard the Jingguan behind him.

After leaving the bodies of most of the clan members behind, they began to flee.

It's a pity that the Karasuma horse has always been famous for its endurance. How can it compete with the Liaodong horse that is carefully bred and fed with concentrates when compared purely with explosive power?
Almost in the blink of an eye, the black-armored cavalrymen behind them, who looked like the gods of death from hell, came up tightly.

Getting closer!

Getting closer!

"I can't run away..."

Their ranger centurion had just met each other, and was beheaded by General Na Yong along with several clan members behind him.

The one who spoke was one of the ten captains.

He is already close to perfecting the Houtian Qi realm, and he is only half a step away from entering the Xiantian realm and being in the same realm as the centurion.

That's why he didn't follow the Khan's army and go south to fight for his life with the Yong people.

It's just that God's calculations are not as good as those of man. He was safely nestled at the back of the battlefield, but he didn't expect that disaster would fall from the sky in the blink of an eye!
"The eternal life of a dog!"

Death is imminent, and even the supreme gods have no awe at this moment.

With such a curse, the tenth captain's face turned fierce, he turned the horse's head suddenly, and roared in his mouth.

"Wolf cubs, fight with those Yong dogs!"

Which of these wild riders has not grown up on horseback?

How could he not know the consequences of being overtaken by the same cavalry enemy?
Instead of being hacked to death by those Yong dogs, it is better to fight to the death.

So after hearing this, I only hesitated for a moment and then felt relieved.

"Okay! Fight them!"

……

Dozens versus three hundred.

It stands to reason that at least some of the black armored cavalry can be killed.

It's a pity that on the battlefield, it is never a simple addition and subtraction in mathematics.

When one party has an absolute advantage, it often happens that all of them are wiped out.

A situation in which the other party remains unscathed.

Just like at this moment, compared with those barbarian cavalry, this black-armored remnant army that survived the death screening of tens of thousands of troops can no longer be described as a simple elite.

Fighting with them on the battlefield, these barbarian knights are obviously not qualified.

In terms of the same number of people, their Khan's royal army would be about the same.

After the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, this barbarian ranger of more than a hundred people finally gathered together.

Only the captain of ten, who had just clamored for a fight with the Yong people, was surprisingly still alive.

I saw that after those Yong dogs killed everyone on their side, they left me alone.

The captain of the ten barbarian cavalry couldn't help but feel puzzled and embarrassed.

The horse under him had been beheaded, and he roared angrily and charged towards the Yongqi who were wandering back and forth around him on foot.

But his move was destined to be in vain.

The huge sword energy that filled the body with almost all the true energy was casually scratched into pieces.

The aftermath of the explosion knocked him flying far away like a dead dog.

When he struggled to hold himself up, he saw General Yong pacing in front of him, riding an astonishingly tall divine horse, surrounded by several cavalrymen behind him.

Then he used the sharp and slender tip of the knife to gently lift his chin.

The icy cold touch on the long knife made the hair all over his body explode instinctively.

This feeling of being looked down upon from a high place made him feel even more humiliated.

"Bah! Yong dog!"

He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm covered in blood foam, but was directly blown away by the body-protecting Qi.

The long sword Yaizhen in Han Shao's hand was still pointed at his chin.

It looked like a prostitute selecting a kiln girl, but also like checking the quality of livestock and sacrifices.

"Are you begging to die?"

Han Shao's voice, obscured by the black mask, seemed a bit dull and solemn.

"Bah! Yong dog!"

The same words again, the same gesture again.

This quality... is too low!

Han Shao frowned a little.

Fortunately, Lu Yan behind him explained in time.

"Sima, I'm afraid this savage dog can't understand human speech. He only knows this sentence..."

In the eyes of Yong people, only Yong language is human language.

Han Shao still cannot understand this kind of arrogance that belongs only to the Yong people.What made him find it interesting was that the only Yong language that this barbarian knew was so directional.

Yong dog...

This kind of contempt and hatred cannot be accumulated overnight...

"That Karasuma Khan is really a talent!"

Han Shao sighed in his heart and slowly took back the Yazhen in his hand.

I was originally planning to ask about the situation, but since this barbarian didn't know Yong language, there was no use keeping him.

I was just about to kill him with a knife.

However, when he looked at the huge Beijing temple built with the heads of the Liao Army not far away, he suddenly changed his mind.

……

Soon, more than a hundred corpses of barbarian cavalry were gathered together under the wanton dragging of the soldiers.

A mountain of corpses was built up layer upon layer.

It is far away from the huge Beijing temple next to it.

It's a little small, but that's just the beginning, isn't it?

Han Shao sat astride the divine horse and saw the only living barbarian captain standing aside, glaring at him and others.

He kept swearing incomprehensible words.

Lu Yan behind him was furious and was about to draw his sword and kill the barbaric dog.

But he didn't expect to be stopped by Han Shao with a wave of his hand.

"Don't kill him, let him scold him. I like to hear it, Sima."

Lu Yan and the other soldiers behind him looked strange, and Han Shao seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Don't you think it's funny how incompetent and furious he is?"

The taste of the soldiers, including Lu Yan, obviously did not reach the level of their Sima.

This made Han Shao regretful.

After all, this feeling of not being able to share your own fun always makes people feel extremely lonely.

Han Shao walked up to the barbarian captain.

With a bit of pity in his eyes, he asked jokingly, regardless of whether he could understand or not.

"Do you know the stick?"

……

The sky is high and the earth is wide.

Several carrion-eating vultures were perched high in the sky, their sharp eagle eyes looking down at the grassland below.

It soon emitted cries of pleasure.

Because they know that they will have food for the next period of time.

To their barren little brains, humans are generous.

They will even continue to kill their own kind, and then use their corpses to feed countless carnivores on the grassland.

Seeing the black cavalry roaring away.

Those birds of prey that were entrenched high in the sky finally had the courage to swoop down.

The strong wind stirred up by the huge eagle wings blew the remaining snow below.

But just when they were about to feast on the food, the figure of a certain food suddenly moved!
This movement immediately startled a group of vultures that like to eat scavengers.

Only one of them was bolder, tilting his head curiously to look at the food in front of him.

Then he tentatively tore off a piece of minced meat from the opponent's body.

"what--"

On the Beijing temple built of more than a hundred corpses, a figure without arms and legs looked up to the sky, eyes wide.

There is no mouthpiece in that empty mouth.

……

"That knife suits you well..."

The cold tone in his ears showed no emotion.

Jealousy?
Then take it as a compliment...

There was a faint smile on Han Shao's fair face under his visor.

Looking back at the direction of the huge Beijing temple again, Han Shao said quietly.

"Lao Gu, I'm still very angry now..."

A mere hundred or so mounted barbarian troops were like a drop in the bucket. How could they extinguish the evil fire burning fiercely in his soul?
Zhong Xinggu, who had been working hard to reduce his sense of presence, felt his scalp numb.

"How is Sima waiting?"

Han Shao's laughter at this time had a somewhat sinister tone.

"Before the sun sets tomorrow, find at least one tribe to prove your worth."

"Otherwise, you know..."

Bank of China really wanted to say, 'What if there is no sun tomorrow? '

But facing Han Shao's cold eyes under his black visor, he wanted to choose and devour anyone.

Zhongxing Gu dared to talk, so he hurriedly said in a trembling voice.

"Here!"

……

(End of this chapter)