I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 63 Good Dragon Man

For countless years, the overlords on this boundless grassland have risen and fallen, died and risen again.

After you sing, I will appear on stage, like an endless reincarnation.

No one knows where the next tribe that will arise will exist.

Just like Karasumabe now.

This originated from the northeastern border of Dayong and was originally an inconspicuous branch of the Eastern Barbarians.

In the hundred years since the new Khan ascended the throne, he swept through most of the Monan grassland with the force of thunder.

Countless tribes living on this Youbei grassland were either annihilated or disappeared completely.

Either be conquered and succumb to the king's banner of the Karasuma tribe's nine-headed demon bird.

The Qiyan Department is one of them.

I think back when the Karasuma tribe was just a small tribe struggling to survive on the grassland, the Qiyan tribe was already a large tribe with thousands of horses.

It's a pity that under the sweeping general trend, the glory and glory of the past are just a passing cloud.

Countless tribesmen fell to the powerful front of the Karasuma tribe.

Countless cattle and sheep were taken away by the Karasuma tribe and became their more powerful resources.

Countless women were snatched away by the Karasuma tribe to bear children and raise offspring for their warriors.

However, after countless blood was shed and countless hatreds were bred, the warriors of the Qiyan tribe are still fighting for the royal banner of the Karasuma tribe.

Because this is the rule of survival on the grassland.

Under the oppression of absolute power, any hatred and anger are meaningless.

Unless you have the courage to face the knife.

Or are ready to choose to die.

If you can't, the only thing you can do is forget it all.

Forget the killings, the hatred, the humiliation.

Consider the glory of your former enemies as your own glory.

Treat the enemies of your former enemies as your own enemies.

Sometimes you are even braver than the tribesmen of these former enemies.

And be loyal!

Still desperate!
This is called the convert effect.

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Begging Department.

The young beggar Hongye played with the riding crop in his hand gloomily.

His eyes were boring as he watched the tribesmen around him busy non-stop.

Cattle and sheep were driven in herds.

The withered and yellow pastures were also harvested piece by piece.

It is said that this is to prepare for the upcoming heavy snow day.

However, Qiyan Hongye does not have to do these menial labors.

Because he is not only the son of the clan leader, but also a noble warrior.

On weekdays, all he needs is to practice hard, and that is enough.

In this regard, the tribesmen did not have the slightest objection.

After all, everyone knows that only strong warriors in the tribe can protect them from being bitten and devoured by ferocious beasts on the grassland.

It can also ensure that the pastures they rely on for survival are not invaded by wolves from other tribes.

In addition, they can also rely on these powerful warriors to seize other weak tribes' pastures, property, and even their wives and daughters!
Yes!

In this grassland, everyone is afraid of wolves, and everyone is the most ferocious wolf.

So whether it's to avoid being eaten by others, or you want to eat others.

Everyone will spare no effort to support the warriors in the clan to practice.

This is true for others, and so is the Qiyan Department.

Even this once large tribe of thousands of cavalry can now barely scrape together more than a thousand cavalry.

……

As if he could see Qiyan Hongye's unhappiness, a friend beside him asked with some worry.

"Young patriarch, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, Qiyan Hongye clenched the riding crop in his hand with some resentment.

"Abba was recruited by the Khan to fight those southern dogs!"

"But why did he only take my brother and not me!"

Young people are always proud.

Qiyan Hongye couldn't accept being compared to his brother.

What's more, following the great Khan to fight with those southern dogs, what a glorious thing it is!

If only he could beg Yan Hongye to cut off a Yong dog's head with his own hands on the battlefield and hang it on the side of the horse...

Qiyan Hongye's blood boiled just thinking about it.

After Qiyan Hongye said this, the friends on the side were also moved.

Each one of them showed a somewhat angry and unwilling look.

"Yes! My father is the same! He only took his brother with him, but left me at home!"

"Obviously my cultivation is a level higher than that of my elder brother!"

"That's right! I'm so angry! If you take me there, I will definitely be braver than my brother! I can kill one of those cowardly southern dogs with one knife!"

Everyone was talking to each other, as if in their eyes, the Yong people living in the warm land of the south were just like the grass on this grassland.

As long as they lean down and cut with their hands, they can harvest countless heads.

But Qiyan Hongye became even more irritated after being yelled at by his friends.The riding crop in his hand was whipped towards a slave who was about the same age as himself.

Seeing the slave subconsciously throwing aside the grass in his hand, he tried his best to curl up into a ball.

"You despicable dog slave! How dare you hide?"

Qiyan Hongye, who felt offended, glared angrily.

The riding crop in his hand whipped down one after another.

"All you know is cutting grass! All you know is raising cattle and sheep!"

"If you want cattle and sheep, just go grab them!"

"You, a dog slave, deserve to be a slave for the rest of your life!"

One whip, two whips...

Qiyan Hongye kept beating to vent his emotions.

The slave who was about the same age as him was also stubborn, holding his head and saying nothing from the beginning to the end.

Not a word for mercy was uttered.

On the contrary, when the young man from the begging department saw this, he burst into laughter.

"Well done, young patriarch! Such a disobedient dog slave should be whipped hard!"

"Haha, look at this dog slave who doesn't even bark. He must have been whipped hard enough!"

"Young Patriarch, take a break and let me do it!"

As he said that, the young man had a ferocious face and was about to whip him.

But at this moment, an elder from the clan suddenly spoke up and shouted.

"stop!"

"This is the tribe's property. If you kill it, it will be a loss to the tribe!"

"How can you waste property like this?"

It's just like that for young people.

The more his elders scolded him, the more rebellious he became.

Qiyan Hongye, who was already angry, immediately glared at the clan elder after hearing this.

"What are you afraid of! Just a lowly slave!"

"This time my father goes south with the Khan, and he will definitely be able to grab a lot of goods! By then, I will buy as many dog ​​slaves as I want!"

"How unlike you, an old loser! An old cripple! You only hide in the tribe, like an old dog guarding the house!"

That clan elder can be considered an elder in the clan, even though he joined the Qiyan tribe halfway.

But he can barely be called an elder in the clan.

At this time, Qiyan Hongye was yelled at and scolded, and his face turned purple with anger.

But considering that he was the son of the clan leader, I wanted to educate him, but I hesitated after all.

But just because of this hesitation, the group of bastards headed by Qiyan Hongye had already jumped up on the horses beside them and ran away in a hurry.

The clan elder looked at the young men roaring away on their war horses and was silent for a while.

Then he subconsciously looked down at his empty left arm.

This knife was cut by Khan and his tribe.

But today’s young people no longer remember.

It’s okay if you don’t remember...

The clan elder shrugged his one-armed shoulder, sighed, and then turned around and entered the yurt not far away.

Hey, as I get older, if I really don’t work hard to maintain my cultivation.

I'm afraid that I will really become an old loser.

However, he didn't know how much time had passed while he was immersed in practice.

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside, and then several panicked sounds with cries were heard.

"Clan elder!"

The clan elder who stayed behind in the Qiyan tribe was shocked and rushed out of the yurt in an instant.

"What happened?"

Looking at the colorless young men riding on the horses, they seemed to be frightened.

It was one of the people who had just followed Qiyan Hongye and ran out.

Seeing Qiyan Hongye's figure, a terrifying pressure suddenly erupted around the clan elder.

"Where's the young patriarch?!"

The several teenagers who were frightened by this huge pressure became more and more panicked.

With trembling lips, his face turned pale.

"Small...Young Patriarch..."

One of the teenagers spoke incoherently, and then seemed to wake up suddenly.

He said quickly with tears streaming down his face.

"Elder of the clan! Hurry! Go and save the young clan leader!"

"Nangou! It's Nango! Nango is coming! They're wearing black armor! They're coming!"

No one can describe their panic and shock at this moment.

When that black torrent of steel swept over from the other end of the grassland.

It wasn't until that moment that they realized that they had been extremely eager to see and cut off the head to show off their military exploits.

How terrible it is!
It's so scary that they don't even care about their partners around them, almost instinctively, they slap the horse crazily and run away!
All the courage and lofty ideals disappeared at that moment.

Only endless fear remains!
Just like that 'good dragon', one day he saw a heavenly dragon looking down at him.

Abandon and return!
Lost its soul, the five colors have no owner!
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(End of this chapter)