I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 70 Live Half

"Master! Let Taiji kill them for you!"

These idiots don't deserve the mercy and kindness of their masters.

Tai Ji clenched the scimitar in his arms, showing a more ferocious expression than the Yong people around him.

All it takes is a glance from Han Shao, and he will rush forward and completely tear these former compatriots in front of him into pieces.

It's just that Han Shao doesn't seem ready to give him this opportunity.

The beggar clan elder didn't want to give him this opportunity.

So he quickly got up from the ground, used his only remaining arm, and slapped the young man hard.

He cried out in pain in barbaric language.

"Idiot! Are you going to kill everyone?"

Faced with his yelling and scolding, the barbarian boy scratched his neck and cursed angrily.

"The young patriarch is indeed right! You are a cripple! Old waste!"

"If you want to surrender, surrender! I, Qiyanbule, a citizen of Changshengtian! The most loyal warrior of Khan! I will never surrender!"

Looking at the old man and the young man in front of them, they were arguing in a hissing voice.

Although Han Shao still didn't understand what they were talking about.

But people’s body and emotions can, to a large extent, replace language.

This made Han Shao feel very interesting.

This person, as he gets older, thinks more.

On the contrary, they are not as pure as young people.

Han Shao admired the backbone and pride of the foreign boy in front of him.

So in order to respect this integrity, help each other.

He pursed his lips at the old man from the beggar tribe and gestured.

"kill him."

Hearing Han Shao's calm and calm tone, the elder of the Qiyan clan who was arguing endlessly with the young man froze.

A huge feeling of powerlessness emerged from his heart.

But what can he do?
With one arm stretched out, the scimitar that had just been thrown to the ground appeared in his hand again.

next moment.

The unparalleled sword suddenly flashed past.

The young man named Qiyanbule had a flash of astonishment in his originally angry eyes.

Perhaps he never imagined until his death that it was not those southern dogs who killed him in the end.

But... from the old family.

But before he died, he still tried hard to keep a sarcastic smile on his face.

As if to ridicule some cowards forever and ever.

……

The young man's hot blood splashed on the face of a young man of the same race next to him.

At the moment when his eyes were covered with blood, he only felt that his eyes were red.

And when the strong smell of blood spread to his mouth, he finally couldn't hold back and vomited.

And his vomiting immediately seemed to start some kind of chain reaction.

Soon, many of the same people vomited out.

They who once thought they were brave and even fantasized about following Khan southward to kill all the southern dogs were trembling with fear.

It was the first time I discovered that killing someone was such a terrifying thing.

And it is so easy for a person to want to die.

It was so easy that a life was lost in the flash of a sword.

Even if this person was still galloping with me in the morning!
Even if this person was bragging to himself yesterday what would happen if he went to the battlefield in the future...

At this moment, a young man was vomiting and crying.

But Han Shao on the side smiled.

Suddenly, I felt that Li Er's famous saying couldn't be more insightful.

'Di Yi is a beast, fearful of power but not virtuous. '

Language communication is of no use to them.

Only use the weapons in your hands to kill!

Kill until they know they are afraid!
Kill until they see the armor on his body and become afraid!Just timid!
At this time, if you don’t kill him.

Instead, he will feel your kindness and compassion and be grateful to you!
Just like these beggar-faced youths in front of me, not to mention their fathers and ancestors, how many blood debts they have incurred during their years going south.

Just talking about themselves, if Han Shao didn’t kill them today.

Perhaps within a few years, they will be the ones who mount their war horses, brandish their machetes, laugh and head south to plunder and slaughter like crazy!

So when the Qiyan tribe elder was still immersed in grief.

The riding whip in Han Shao's hand pointed at the beggar-faced youths, and the cold voice with endless cruelty sounded again.

"Too much."

"You can only keep half of it."

The wind is freezing and the ice is biting.

But he still couldn't resist the bone-chilling chill that came from behind the elder of the Qiyan tribe.

But he didn't feel any surprise or anger about this.

After all, there was a time when they were massacring other tribes, or when they were going south...

The things he did were even more brutal than this.

Just like what the northern monk from Dayong said.

There is a cause and an effect in this world.

The cause today and the effect tomorrow are just reincarnation.

With such a sigh, the beggar clan elder staggered, his cloudy eyes scanning the young faces in front of him.

Don't blame me, kids.

Just keep the next fire for our begging department.

There is still hope for everything.

'Yes, there must be hope...'

Just like some legends that have been circulating on the grassland.

After a hero encounters the tragedy of genocide, he will always rise from the ashes after experiencing a cruel and painful struggle, and once again raise the flag of the ancient tribe.

Create a new generation of grassland kings.

After comforting himself like this, he quickly stood in front of a young man.

"Ah... grandpa..."

The young man's eyes were full of incredible fear.

What do you want to do?
Is he crazy?

I am your grandson!
The young man wanted to say something, but the terrifying sword light had already been cut down mercilessly.

"Don't blame me, blame me if you want. Your talent is still not good enough..."

When faced with a desperate choice, only the best kindlings deserve to survive.

It was obvious that his grandson could not afford such a heavy future.

So death, perhaps for him, is a kind of relief.

The old man from the beggar clan closed his eyes slightly, trying hard to control the sadness in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, his cloudy old eyes had only a cold and ruthless look.

At this moment, he was actually happy in his heart.Fortunately, the young general Yong gave himself this opportunity of elimination and selection.

That being the case, he naturally had to take advantage of this opportunity.

So the next moment, he flashed and disappeared into the young men in front of him.

Blood!

Howling!
Those teenagers still didn't understand why the clan elder was considered their last hope just a moment ago.

At this time, he raised the butcher knife in his hand towards the younger generation of them!

But fortunately, the strength of the Tianmen Realm Grandmaster is strong.

Although the clan leader is old, his sword is still very fast for these teenagers.

After just a moment, the crazy figure stopped.

The long knife drips blood, and the heart of the elder of the Qiyan tribe also drips blood.

Those young people who were not talented enough had been slaughtered by him with his own hands.

But... not enough!
Not far!
The beggar clan elder’s eyes were painful and tormenting, because every talent of the remaining little guys was outstanding.

If it hadn't been for today's sudden and tragic disaster.

As long as you give them a little time, they should have become the eagles of the Qiyan Department... and even the entire grassland!

It's a pity that they don't have time, and the begging department doesn't have time either...

After several painful struggles, the elder of the Qiyan tribe finally walked up to a young man again and asked in a harmonious voice.

"My child, are you willing to be a slave?"

The young man looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar old figure in front of him and subconsciously took a few steps back.

But after catching a glimpse of the corpses of his former companions beside him, an unprecedented courage surged from his heart along with anger.

tui~!
The old man from the Qiyan tribe did not dodge or evade, but he caught them every time, with a pleased look on his face.

"He is my good boy on the grassland!"

Then the knife in his hand was cut down again.

The young man's blood is spilled on the grassland where their ancestors lived.

Just like the fiery red Sarilang blooming in summer.

The elder of the Qiyan tribe carefully avoided the bright red on the ground, walked to the next young man again, and repeated.

"My child, are you willing to be a slave?"

After hearing this, the young man looked at the corpse on the ground and the cold scimitar in the hands of the elder, and finally strengthened his mind.

"I am the young eagle of the begging department!"

The beggar clan elder burst into tears and praised.

"Kid, I'm proud of you."

After saying that, he cut off his head with another knife.

As the young head rolled down, the elders from the Qiyan tribe couldn't bear to look at it.

Turning to look at the boy next to him.

But this time, before he could say anything, the young man, who once again had blood poured on his face, fell to his knees with a plop.

"I do! Clan elder! I am willing to be a slave! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Then he imitated the behavior of the slaves in the clan and crawled quickly towards Han Shao.

It seems as if he is afraid that if he is too late, he will be attacked by the clan elder behind him.

And with the first, there is the second.

As the Qiyan Clan elder slowly swept his gaze over the remaining young men, those young men quickly knelt down on the ground almost as a reflex.

Then he quickly followed the traces that the former had crawled and quickly climbed towards Han Shao.

While kowtowing desperately, he shouted in a jerky tone.

"Owner……"

Seeing this scene, the elder of the Qiyan clan thought he would be happy.

But in fact, at this moment, he suddenly felt a little confused.

It was him, it was he who broke the wings of these future eagles with his own hands.

Broke their spines.

Let them completely degenerate into dogs.

But is this really the right thing to do?
Can such a child, no matter how talented he is, really be able to support the future he hopes for?

He really doesn't know.

So when Han Shao cast a satisfied look on him, he quickly squeezed out a flattering smile.

"General, don't worry, the rest of them are all good boys!"

"From now on, they will be the general's property! They will be the most obedient slaves!"

When Han Shao heard this, he shook his head and laughed, and then asked with interest.

"Do you think it's worth it?"

The elder of the Qiyan tribe seemed to think hard and finally decided on the answer.

"Live, just live."

As he spoke, Han Shao was not given a chance to continue speaking.

With a twist of the scimitar in his hand, he completely cut off his old head.

Even Han Shao was slightly taken aback by such decisive and ruthless expression.

It wasn't until a familiar system prompt sounded in his mind that he came back to his senses.

"It's a character."

Han Shao laughed.

"Even if it's a little stupid..."

But maybe it's not stupid.

It's just that Han Shao doesn't quite understand the cold and cruel logic of survival on the grassland.

Han Shao sighed for a moment and stopped thinking about it.

Instead, he looked at the group of barbarian youths below with a playful expression.

In the sight, there was a figure who was trying to sneak into the barbarian youths. The torn and dirty furs on his body were obviously incompatible with the nobles of the beggar tribe.

"Is this a slave?"

Han Shao asked Tai Jidao beside him with some humor.

Taiji looked a little strange when he heard this, and was about to nod in response.

But after hearing these words, the figure who was quickly climbing into those begging for beauty froze up.

Then he gritted his teeth and said loudly.

"General! I am a good slave! A better slave than these trash!"

Can you still speak Yong language?
Han Shao was a little surprised and asked casually.

"what's your name?"

The young slave who originally belonged to the Begging Department responded loudly.

"Aguda! Temu Aguda!"

When Han Shao heard this, he glanced at him blankly, and then glanced at Taiji, who was a little confused next to him.

Finally, he twitched the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

Good guy!
Am I here to collect stamps on the grassland?
……

　The last chapter before it goes on the shelves, I’ll give you a big chapter to prove my sincerity. I’ll put the rest in the release + Sanjiang speech.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)