I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 368 Wuhuan: His enemy is my hero!

The north wind was howling and the cold was biting.

The corpses were piled up high from the base of the city wall all the way to the top of the city.

The bodies entangled with each other were incomplete and broken.

Those frozen and stiff faces were distorted and hideous.

At first glance, this city called Champion does not look like the human world at all, but rather like hell.

It’s just that at this moment, the netherworld purgatory in this place on earth seemed to have suddenly become silent.

There were no countless figures rushing to the top of the city.

There was no blood, no cruelty, with strong qi running rampant and limbs flying everywhere.

There were no selfless shouts and cries of pain that resounded through heaven and earth and tore through the lungs.

Such a peaceful and tranquil scene even made both parties in this dark purgatory feel inexplicably empty and confused.

It's been nine days in a row.

During these nine days, there has been not a single day without bloodshed, not a single moment without deaths.

I've actually gotten used to this cycle of flowing and dying.

Everything suddenly stopped at this moment, and it seemed that I was not used to it.

But under this feeling of emptiness and confusion, those who were looking at each other from the top and bottom of the city actually understood each other.

All this peace and tranquility is just an illusion.

Just like the vast sky above our heads, which is gloomy and covered with dark clouds.

Black clouds are threatening to destroy the city.

It was clearly a sign that a heavy snow was coming.

"It's going to snow again..."

On the open space below the king's carriage, a group of Wuhuan nobles sat cross-legged on a large felt cloth.

A noble man looked up at the eternal sky above his head and sighed.

"At this time of year in previous years... the tribesmen would be busy preparing for the winter."

After he said this, the nobles around him were stunned for a moment.

After a while, someone nodded silently.

"Calculating the time, it is indeed time to prepare for winter."

In the past, they led their troops south to plunder, mostly in August.

The weather in this season is the most pleasant, and the grass is lush and lush, which can maximize the tribe's combat effectiveness.

By the end of October now, they have returned either with a full load or with a empty load.

But this year, they broke this tradition.

The Khan said that this was the military strategy of the Yong people.

To do the opposite is to attack the enemy unexpectedly and catch them off guard.

But the reality disappointed them.

The so-called Yong people's military tactics mentioned by the Khan failed.

This clan raid did not achieve the purpose of "catching the enemy by surprise" at all.

Nan Gou seemed to have predicted that they would move south in large numbers this year.

There seemed to be an endless stream of arrows, rocks, rolling logs, and even fucking golden juice, pouring down like heavy rain.

Countless warriors of the tribe died as a result, becoming stepping stones for the next tribesmen to continue their siege.

Until finally the death slope leading to the city was built...

Some barbarian nobles looked towards the top of the city wall with indifferent expressions.

But beneath this disguise of indifference, there is an lingering sadness.

'Now... they don't need to be busy, nor do they need to prepare for winter...'

The noble barbarian sighed in his heart, and then a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The overwhelming snow on the grassland turned into a white disaster, freezing people and animals to death and creating a vast expanse of desolation, which was indeed terrifying.

Those tribesmen were still able to survive.

But now?

However, they died in piles and mutilations under the Yong city wall.

So…is it all worth it?
He doesn't know the answer to this question.

He only knew that from the moment they followed the Khan and his clan south, there was no way back.

Too many people died on the grassland.

Even if there had not been this battle, over the past year, due to the indulgence and even deliberate actions of the royal court, many tribes, large and small, had been either destroyed or annexed by other tribes, and had completely disappeared from that vast grassland.

"I can't go back..."

At this moment, all the noble Wuhuan people sitting on the huge felt cloth sighed in their hearts.

Perhaps from the moment they sacrificed their own people, they could never go back.

In this battle, if they cannot turn the Yong people in the Champion City into new sacrifices, then they themselves will be the ones placed on the altar!
Moreover, after the Khan instigated their ambition to move southward and occupy the land of the Yong people, no one was willing to return to that freezing cold grassland!

So they have to win this battle!
Must win!

Because they have risked everything!
Including all of the Karasuma clan!
When their thoughts turned to this, all the Karasuma nobles looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of determination in each other's eyes.

They are waiting!

Waiting for the results of the two battles in the void.

In their view, the outcome of one of the wars was actually already determined.

They are both true immortals of the seventh realm.

The so-called Champion Marquis of Yong was just one person, but on their side, nine True Immortals attacked at the same time!
With such a huge gap in strength, they really couldn't understand how they could lose this battle!
Therefore, compared to the battle in which the nine true immortals surrounded and killed the Yong people's Champion Marquis, they were more worried about the Khan.

After all, Yan Shu had been enlightened for a long time and was far from being comparable to Khan, who had just attained enlightenment in the eighth realm.

In addition, because he was born in the Holy Mountain, he has been the close servant of the Great Witch for countless years.

Even with the guidance of the great wizard, they really couldn't imagine how powerful and terrifying the other party was.

"I just hope Khan can remain undefeated..."

They don't ask for Shi Bi to defeat Yan Shu.

They only secretly hoped that their Khan could hold out a little longer in the face of Yan Shu.

As long as he could hold out until the nine true immortals in the tribe captured or chopped off the head of the Yong people's Champion Marquis, then when the Yong people's Champion Marquis no longer existed, Yan Shu would certainly have no reason to continue fighting the Khan.

It can be said that we win without fighting!

Thus, on this battlefield that had fallen into an eerie silence, these nobles, like most of the barbarians, all subconsciously ignored the True Immortals’ battlefield.

Almost all of his mind was focused on the battle between Shi Bi and Yan Shu.

However, as time passed, just as they were quietly waiting for the final result, an inexplicable cheer suddenly came from the direction of the originally silent Champion City.

Then the noise grew louder and louder, until finally a huge roar shook the earth.

"Great! Champion!"

The countless barbarians stretching for countless miles below the city noticed the unusual movement and were confused for a while.

The two battles taking place at this moment were all hidden in the void.

Furthermore, the nine true immortals in the clan did not achieve enlightenment by reflecting the will of heaven. Even if something unexpected happened, no strange phenomena would occur in heaven and earth.

So for a moment they all didn't know what was going on.

It was not until a powerful man risked his life to reach the top of the city wall and use his divine sense to eavesdrop that they received an answer that surprised and shocked them.

'That Yongren Champion Marquis single-handedly killed all nine Seventh Realm True Immortals!'

When hearing the news, everyone was stunned.

Then someone angrily refuted.

"nonsense!"

"The Yong people are treacherous! This must be a trick by the Yong people to disrupt the morale of our army!"

How can it be!

No matter how powerful the Yongren Guanjunhou is, how can he fight against nine people alone and kill all nine of them!
This is impossible!

Who would be stupid enough to believe such a crude lie and scheme!

For a moment, countless people cursed at the top of the city wall with anger or contempt.

But what surprised them was that in the face of such scolding, questioning and ridicule, the other side did not refute at all.

Amidst a chorus of curses, several heads with wide-open eyes and expressions of fear and terror were thrown towards the city.

Looking at the familiar faces of the heads in front of him, and the terrifying pressure left behind that could not be faked, all the anger was washed away as if by ice water.

All that was left was his whole body stiff as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a look of panic.

"It's over! It's over!"

Countless barbarians murmured in disbelief.

Not only them, but the entire Karasuma clan is finished! This time they gambled on their clan's luck, and they lost!
And the price is the eternal damnation of all of them!
These nine seventh-level true immortals were defeated and killed. It was expected that the Khan was no match for the eighth-level celestial being from the Holy Mountain, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

This battle can no longer be fought!
As his thought flashed through his mind, a noble barbarian suddenly stood up and strode away in the opposite direction of the royal carriage.

The other nobles, who had already realized what he was about to do, shouted angrily.

"Qi Wu! What are you going to do!?"

Qi Wu paused slightly, looked around, and said in a deep voice.

"I just want to save some seeds for the tribe."

The nobles looked unhappy when they heard this. Some of them looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed.

"Are you doing this right, Khan, and those people who died under the city walls?"

Qi Wu was silent for a moment after hearing this.

After a moment, he finally said.

"The people of Yong have a saying: If something cannot be done, a brave man will cut off his arm."

"I just want to be worthy of the tribesmen who are still alive."

Upon hearing this, all the nobles fell into silence.

After a while, someone spoke.

"Where can you go if you want to leave?"

He didn't believe that Qi Wu didn't know what the grassland looked like today.

What's the point of going back?

Faced with such a problem, Qi Wu said.

"The grassland is huge. If the north of Youzhou is not good enough, we can go to the north of Bingzhou."

"If Bingzhou doesn't work, we can go to Xiliang!"

"As long as I can survive, that's fine."

As long as you can survive?

What a humble request.

But this is the fate of losers.

After hearing Qi Wu's words, the nobles opened their mouths, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

But at this moment, Qi Wu took advantage of their distraction and disappeared from their sight.

By the time they reacted, a large barbarian army was already galloping away on horseback in the distance.

Such a sudden change caused many barbarians to panic.

But the nobles surrounding Wang Ni just stared blankly at Qi Wu's decisive back as he walked away, with complicated expressions.

So are Bingzhou and Xiliang good places to visit?
In this world, whether in Yongdi or on the grassland, there is no place where people don't eat each other.
"Want to stop him?"

When Youguizhong said this, the others around him were silent for a moment, but shook their heads.

"Let him be."

As he spoke, another person suddenly asked.

"Are you guys... leaving?"

That's what the grassland tribes are like.

The most powerful tribal leader is made Khan.

Such a collection of forces can naturally be closely integrated when the situation is favorable.

But if something unexpected happens, it may fall apart overnight.

Those nine true immortals died, but it was not just them who died.

It is still the core force of the Karasuma tribe.

They are either the leaders closest to the Karasuma headquarters, or directly have the surname Karasuma king.

With their death, the Wuhuan tribe, which had been united as one, instantly split apart.

I saw that many people around me looked hesitant when they heard this.

Some people couldn't help but feel resentful and injustice.

"Don't you believe in the Khan?"

"The Khan has not been defeated! My Wuhuan tribe has not been defeated!"

There is no defeat.

But there's no hope of winning, right?
The Holy Mountain has been sitting on the Youbei grassland for two thousand years. In the eyes of all the Wuhuan people, the great witch has become a living god.

Therefore, Yan Shu, who was the servant of the Great Witch, was not a simple celestial being of the eighth realm in their eyes.

But a servant of God, or even a messenger of God!

In fact, the moment the enemy stepped out of Yongren City, the morale of the entire Wuhuan army had been shaken.

It was just that because of the presence of the nine true immortals, they still had a glimmer of hope.

But now... this glimmer of hope was shattered.

The nobles of the Karasuma clan from various tribes exchanged glances with each other, and all saw hesitation, confusion and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

It’s a pity that they don’t have Qi Wu’s courage and determination to cut off his own arm.

So after a long silence, they finally sighed.

"That's it, that's all."

"I'm old, and I don't want to bother anymore."

Rather than going to Bingzhou or Xiliang to fight for an unknown future.

It’s better to just let it go.

At worst, we'll die together.

No matter what a crazy mad dog their Khan is in the eyes of outsiders, most of them know in their hearts that if it were not for this mad dog in the eyes of the Yong people.

The tribes on the Youbei grasslands are still just barbaric grass that a hundred or so Yong cavalrymen could make them, the nobles, prostrate themselves in worship.

How could it be as glorious as it is today?

Don’t you see that today, with their army approaching, these Yong people who were once high and mighty and rampant on the grassland can only hide in the city and passively defend?

So... does it matter whether you believe in Khan or not?
Not important anymore!

Let me repeat the topic of "there's no going back".

In fact, they really can't go back.

It’s not that I can’t go back to the grassland.

But they who have already stood up can never kneel down again!
They have become accustomed to using the scimitars in their hands to say no to the arrogant Yong people!
He even took a liking to stepping on the heads of the Yong people and acting arrogantly.

In a word.

Their bloodiness and ferocity have been aroused, and they will never learn to be docile again!

They don’t care how they or even their Khan appear in the eyes of the Yong people!
To quote a saying from the Yong people's champion marquis that spread to the grassland.

[His enemy is my hero]!
And if you follow a hero who is rarely seen in the grassland for thousands of years, what is there to fear even if you die?
After figuring this out, all the confusion and despair disappeared from the eyes of the nobles, and they became determined again in an instant.

Then, someone suddenly said.

"Attack the city! Keep attacking!"

The Khan is not strong enough because not enough people have died!

As long as there are enough sacrifices, perhaps a miracle will happen!

……

So, this strange scene soon appeared under the Champion City.

Some tribes, seeing that the situation was not good, turned around and fled towards the grassland behind them.

But after a period of silence, more tribes suddenly launched a frantic attack on the city walls again.

Li Jing and the other three who witnessed this scene suddenly remembered something the Marquis had once said to them.

"Once this beast has eaten a human, it will continue to eat humans unless it is completely killed or maimed!"

'And they will become more and more courageous!'

'Because it has lost its reverence.'

Today, the Wuhuan tribe is such a beast.

After so many years of moving south, they have become accustomed to "cannibalism".

Therefore, in this battle, either don’t fight, or if you fight, you must kill the enemy completely with one blow!

Just when Li Jing and his three companions were preparing to order the generals to give these beasts a severe blow, everyone, including them, suddenly looked up at the void above their heads.

Without any warning, the sky cracked!
A blazing sun fell from the void.

It’s the celestial being of the Eight Realms from the Holy Mountain!

……

(End of this chapter)