I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 5 The Royal Family
It was cold and windy.

On the gentle slope, the big bamboo pole with the nine-headed demon bird on it rattled.

A barbarian general wearing armor and fox fur, surrounded by a group of barbarian knights, overlooked the battlefield in the distance.

When he heard General Yong Renhu's name, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He turned to glance at a scribe next to him.

"You Yong people have a big family named Han?"

The scribe was dressed in a Confucian shirt, but his hair was tied down to the left. His whole person was full of a sense of disharmony and contradiction.

At this time, he was suddenly called by the barbarian general, and all the barbarian knights also looked at him.

Facing the scornful and joking gazes around him, the scribe's expression remained unchanged, and he bowed respectfully, stroking his chest.

"Go back to Dalit Service!"

"The major family among the Yong people that can be called the upper aristocratic family does not have a bloodline surnamed Han."

Special Service is the official name of the Karasuma Department.

Most of them are filled by the descendants of the royal family.

The barbarian named Dali looked at the scribe with squinted eyes, and then pointed downwards with the riding crop wrapped in gold wire.

"Tsk tsk, an innate grandmaster who is no more than twenty-nine years old. Such a talented person is rare even in my Karasuma royal family."

"He's not a descendant of Yong Ren's family?"

Facing the questioning look of the barbarian general, the scribe who had been able to keep his expression calm before suddenly changed his expression.

He hurriedly rolled off his horse, crawled to the ground, and said quickly.

"The Bank of China will never deceive the special agent!"

BOC took a firm tone.

"Zhong Xinggu studied at Jixia Academy, the Holy Land of Confucianism, in his early years. He knows all the major families of the Yong people well! There will never be any mistakes!"

Seeing Zhong Xinggu lying on the ground shivering, some of the barbarian knights beside him couldn't help but sneer.

His eyes, already full of contempt, became even more disdainful.

Once upon a time, who would have thought that the Yong people, who were once aloof and arrogant, would now be begging for mercy in front of uncivilized barbarians like them?
Jixia Academy?

One of the three holy places of the Yong people?

That's it?

The laughter of the barbarian knights became louder and louder, no longer concealing it.

Zhong Xinggu, who was lying on the ground, banged his head on the withered grass beneath him to hide the ferocity and resentment on his face.

Karasuma Dali, who was sitting high on the horse, waved his hand to stop the laughter of the horseman beside him, but he did not mean to reprimand him at all.

After all, there is no reason in this world to reprimand a family member because of a dog.

"Okay, get up."

Hearing this, BOC Gu quickly kowtowed heavily.

"Thank you Teqin for your mercy!"

'Although he is a Yong man, he is also a good and obedient dog. '

Seeing Zhong Xinggu being so respectful, Karasuma Dali commented in his mind, and his expression reluctantly softened a bit.

Bank of China, who had just climbed up, saw this, and the tense nerves in his heart relaxed, and he hurriedly expressed it.

"Since that Yongren young general is not a member of a noble family, he must be from one of the same sects as this servant!"

Since ancient times, there has never been a shortcut to martial arts practice!

The skills and the secret medicine are both indispensable.

And these two, except for aristocratic families, hundreds of families, and sects, ordinary people have absolutely no access to them.

Therefore, this is the only explanation for the genius who has such cultivation at such an age.

BOC believes that its inference is well-founded.

But after hearing what he said, Karasuma Dali fell silent.

After a while, he suddenly sighed to himself.

"Dayong... used to be such a despairing existence..."

Hundreds of scholars, aristocratic families, local sects...

Which one is not inherited for thousands of years or tens of thousands of years?
There is also the Yong Emperor who occupies the ninth level of Haojing and is named the Human Emperor.

In those days, the old Khan went to Haojing to have an audience, and he kowtowed step by step until he had kowtowed all the way up the ten-mile Suzaku Street before he could enter the imperial palace and see the beauty of the sky!

In this regard, the old Khan never felt that it was humiliating.

Every time he mentioned this, his face was filled with radiance, and he even regarded his performance at the Imperial Palace as the honor of his life.

This is what Dayong once was!

This is the Karasuma of old!

But fortunately now... that seemingly immortal dynasty has become corrupt...

And the opportunity that the Karasuma clan has been waiting for for thousands of years has finally arrived!
"There will be a black dragon from the north, and the water will overcome the fire, and the red dragon will be slashed to replace the world!" '

Thinking of the prophecy that has been circulating in the grassland for hundreds of years.

Karasuma Dali's usually calm face showed a faint flush of excitement.

Even his body was trembling faintly.

Sooner or later, they will follow in the footsteps of Khan and completely destroy all the pride and glory of the Yong people with their scimitars.

Seize their property, land, women...

All all all!
Let their descendants prostrate themselves under the iron hooves and scimitars of the Karasuma tribe and serve as slaves for generations to come!
Just like the dog slave in front of me!
Snapped--

Zhong Xinggu, who was suddenly hit by a horse whip, covered the blood stains on his face, his eyes full of astonishment. "Special Service..."

Karasuma Dali did not explain, and after laughing loudly, he suddenly pointed at the remnant black-armored army fleeing into the distance, and asked with interest.

"How do you think this special agent should deal with those Yong people?"

Hearing this, Bank of China Gu ignored the bloody whip marks on his face.

He immediately fell to the ground again and said in a cold tone.

"Please be diligent and pursue it quickly! To avoid letting the tiger return to the mountain, there will be endless trouble!"

If the tiger returns to the mountain, there will be endless troubles?
All the barbarians laughed.

The tens of thousands of Zhenliao troops were defeated by them in one battle. How can a mere few hundred remnant troops be called tigers?
Endless troubles?
Really ridiculous!
While laughing loudly, Karasuma Dali, who was wearing armor and a gorgeous fox fur, also smiled.

"Do you think they will surrender?"

Facing Karasuma Dali's question again, Bank of China quietly raised his head and saw Karasuma Dali looking at the leading figure running below, full of admiration.

He immediately understood Karasuma Dali's thoughts.

Although I know that the Suppressing Liao Army has those notoriously smelly rocks, I'm afraid they won't surrender.

Still following the other person's words, he said.

"Then Han Shao, who has the cultivation of Xiantian Grand Master, calls himself a pawn of the Suppressing Liao Army! He must be a frustrated person who suppresses the Liao Army!"

"I think you can give it a try!"

When Bank of China said this, it was actually a glimmer of hope.

After all, there are too few people who are willing to be dogs among the barbarians.

It was too lonely for him to be a dog by himself.

If someone is like him, he is willing to break his own spine, bend his head like a dog, and call himself a slave.

When the time comes, it would be great to huddle together for warmth.

As for whether there will be more dogs in the future, they will compete for food.

BOC feels that that time has not yet come.

Let's talk about it later.

Sure enough, the smile on Karasuma Dali's face suddenly became much more real after his words touched his heart.

"I hope his bones are as soft as yours."

Facing the humiliation of Karasuma Dali.

Zhong Xinggu forced out a twisted smile, coupled with the bleeding whip marks.

It's even more comical in its ferociousness.

This caused all the barbarian knights around him to laugh again.

At this time, Karasuma Dali was already straddling the divine horse sitting down, and slowly stepped forward.

He said loudly in jerky Yong language.

"Young Grandmaster, you can be called a genius!"

"Now that you are only a small soldier in Zhenliao, it shows that your Yong court is ignorant and ignorant of talents!"

"As you wish, I will protect you as a captain of thousands!"

"If you make great achievements in the future, I would like to recommend you to the Khan!"

"When the time comes, beauty, wealth, glory and wealth will all be there!"

After saying that, I saw no response for a long time.

Karasuma Dali frowned and added again.

"Given time, when you improve your cultivation, you will be able to become a king, a general, and command thousands of cavalry."

The words were like rolling thunder, resounding on this vast grassland.

Many Karasuma Barbarians also looked towards the gentle slope with astonishment.

Commander!
Become a king, a general, and command thousands of horses!
What a big breath!
But when they saw the large banner with the nine-headed demon bird on the pole, they suddenly became silent.

Because that is the flag of the royal family!
At this time, the hundreds of black-armored cavalry who were following Han Shao all the way fled could not help but feel their hearts sinking when they heard these words of persuasion to surrender.

No matter how much the price offered by the barbarian is true or false.

But the sincerity was shown.

If Han Shao surrenders, at least his life can be saved.

As for humanity, there is always great terror between life and death!
Who in this world is really not afraid of death?

What's more, at such a young age, Han Shao already has the cultivation of an innate master. If he doesn't die, it may not be long before there is an invincible martial arts giant in this world!

'If it were you, would you be able to make a choice between life and death? '

At this moment, many black-armored cavalrymen were questioning themselves in their hearts.

In the end, I found that this choice was extremely difficult.

As for Han Shao, who was involved, Liaodong Dama, who was running all the way, did not stop for a moment.

'Ouch!You must have learned this skill of painting cakes from some bosses! '

While he was complaining, Han Shao suddenly heard a familiar cold tone coming from behind him.

"Brother Shao... don't surrender! Don't let Wan Niang look down on you..."

Wan Niang?

……

　Something delayed me, I'm a little late, sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)