I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 552: Leave your name in the Heavenly Book and your soul will never perish!

Block the line of sight and block the divine thoughts.

The moment the ochre-yellow fog spread, the entire battlefield became chaotic.

A group of broken armored cavalry kept charging forward, carving out a path to life in the sea of ​​dead corpses that was pouring in front of them.

But as a price, their already broken bodies became even more shattered.

But at this moment, a group of panicked figures suddenly appeared in the fog ahead.

When the two sides got closer and saw each other clearly, they were all stunned.

After a few moments, the eyes of both parties who reacted suddenly turned bloodshot.

There was no hesitation, and no so-called sharing of dangers.

Some people are just killing each other to the death.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Just like that roar.

"It doesn't matter if I live or die, I just want you to die!"

Even if they have to bury themselves in this ominous land of death, they want the other party to die!

Fortunately, the number of people on both sides is not large.

Soon this sudden encounter decided life or death and victory or defeat.

Looking at the figures of Huang Tiandao soldiers who were staggering to their feet again under the influence of the ochre-yellow mist, the Zhen Liao armored cavalry, after their blood cooled, suddenly no longer felt fear, but only felt a bit ironic and sad.

Because at this moment in this death zone shrouded in ochre-yellow fog, the dead are killing the living, and the living are also killing the living.

After a living person dies, he goes on to kill another living person.

During the brief silence, the broken armored cavalry that had been clearing the way for them suddenly roared again, bringing them back to their senses.

They had just fought side by side to kill the enemy, and for a moment, they even forgot that their comrades were dead.

At this moment, returning to the cold and cruel reality, the surviving black-armored cavalrymen had no time to grieve and could only continue to follow their comrades and charge forward.

They are not afraid of death!

But they can't die!

They have to stay alive so that they can take care of the families and descendants of their comrades, and only in this way will they live up to the friendship of their comrades who entrusted them with life and death.

"Go! Go out!"

In this way, the two cavalry units, one in front and one behind, with completely different auras but entangled with each other, were unmatched on the battlefield.

During this period, armored cavalry in front could not hold on to their broken bodies and fell off their horses from time to time.

Looking at their comrades who were torn to pieces with only half of their bodies left, some soldiers subconsciously turned around and pulled them onto their horses.

But what he got in return was a series of urging roars.

Although the roar sounded like a howl from hell, the anxiety contained within was obvious.

'Don't stop! Keep going!'

The black-armored cavalry heard the roars and saw their broken bodies being submerged by the sea of ​​dead corpses coming from behind.

Many soldiers could no longer suppress the boiling emotions in their hearts, and their voices choked with sorrow and roared in anger.

Fortunately, they were cavalry after all, with the help of their horses' speed. Although there was a sea of ​​dead corpses blocking and delaying them all around, it didn't take long for the front to be clear.

The soldiers rushing in the front suddenly shouted in surprise.

"Brothers! Look!"

The soldiers looked up and suddenly found that in the fog not far ahead, there was a point of bright sunlight piercing through the ochre-yellow fog, like a guiding light in the dark night, leading the way forward for them in this fog of death.

"It must be the general who is leading the way for us!"

The direction is right.

The way out lies ahead.

The armored cavalry were extremely surprised, but soon their surprise of escaping death was instantly diluted.

Looking at those broken armored cavalry who had just led them to fight their way out of a bloody battle, they suddenly stopped charging forward when the bright sun appeared. The leading Qu Junhou said in a dry voice.

"Lao Xu, why are you still standing there? The general is waiting for us to go back... to report back!"

Perhaps he did not realize that his usually calm voice was now trembling uncontrollably.

The group of broken armored cavalrymen, filled with deathly aura, were silent.

Then he slowly turned his horse's head and retreated into the fog of death behind him.

Even though everyone had anticipated this scene, they still couldn't help but feel a heart-wrenching pain.

“Where are you going!”

"Fuck it, come back!"

"Don't force me to beg you! Don't leave! Please... Damn it! Damn it! Come back!"

There were constant shouts behind them, and the Death Knights who were about to be submerged in the ochre-yellow mist stopped turning.

Looking at these former comrades, some people pulled the corners of their incomplete and stiff mouths, as if smiling.

'Haha, are these guys crying?'

But when they looked at each other, those dead eyes were filled with nostalgia and reluctance.

Finally he raised his arms and waved his hands.

They are saying goodbye.

The living have their own path.

The dead have their own way.

We were brothers in arms, sharing life and death, but now it’s time to say goodbye.

The fog grew thicker.

The figure on the other side became increasingly blurred.

Some soldiers were so excited that they rushed into the fog to find their former comrades.

But he was finally stopped by the leader Qu Junhou.

There was a moment of silence, and no one knew who was the first to murmur.

"I have no clothes, but I share my clothes with you! Your Majesty is about to raise an army! I will sharpen my spears and halberds! I share the same hatred with you..."

When we sang this song in the past, we sharpened our spears and weapons together, and danced with our swords together, sharing the same hatred for the enemy.

Comrades, comrades, comrades...

Hence the name of comrades-in-arms, the friendship of comrades-in-arms, and the feeling of comrades-in-arms.

Now let me use this song to bid farewell to my comrades!

And in the fog on the opposite side, there seemed to be roars in response.

"Comrades, please wait..."

What they didn't know was that the death cavalry hidden in the fog did not "rest in peace", but started a new round of "ferrying" in this ocean of death.

They ran endlessly, back and forth.

Just to lead comrades who are trapped in the sea of ​​dead corpses to the path of life they deserve.

Until their bodies are broken and they can no longer hold on and move forward.

After experiencing another round of ferrying, this time "Lao Xu" did not leave in a hurry, but waited quietly for something.

The remnant army that had just escaped from the desperate situation of death saw that their own general, who always charged in the front, suddenly separated from dozens of soldiers and walked towards Lao Xu in silence.

The sudden scene stunned all the surviving soldiers.

"Military officer! Captain! And... you!"

Amid the calls, dozens of soldiers led by Nagqu Junhou turned around indifferently, their bodies instantly stiffened.

They saw that the armor of their own soldier who had been leading them in the battle had long been shattered and the huge wound on his waist and abdomen had long since drained out all the blood, leaving it empty.

And no one can survive such injuries.

Look at those soldiers who walked out with the military officer, which one of them did not have a fatal injury?

The moment they realized something, they burst into tears.

To die?

No! The soldiers never stop fighting until they die!
"Jun Hou! Take us with you!"

Seeing their own general and his comrades joining General Xu's team, they rode their horses forward, trying to catch up.

But at this moment, a faint sigh came from the fog.

"Let's go and live well." "It is the honor of our lives to die on the battlefield."

"Today, a cup of wine in front of the memorial will be enough to complete our comradeship."

After saying that, seeing that these guys were stubborn and insisted on continuing to move forward with these dead people.

The voice in the fog suddenly said helplessly.

"Go, don't be childish, and don't be sad for us."

"This time, the Lord has shown me mercy, allowing us, the dead, to take one more look at this world, and fight for you and the Lord."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment and said with a hint of regret.

"We are incompetent and I am afraid that we will no longer be able to share the worries of the king in the future. I hope that you will inherit our long-cherished wish and help the king achieve great things!"

"Only then can we die without regrets!"

"By then, we comrades may have a chance to meet and reunite..."

Your Majesty, will you show me mercy?
A chance to meet again?

The sounds in the fog seemed to be a collection of many human voices, and seemed to come from the underworld. The living were instinctively afraid, but they could not tell who was speaking them.

In addition, the information contained in these words was too unexpected, and the group of black-armored cavalry were slightly stunned.

When they came to their senses, they saw that the Death Cavalry who had fought to the death had completely disappeared in the fog, and no trace of them could be found.

Fortunately, at this time, the bright sun behind them had already shown them the way and direction.

So that they will not be lost in this fog of death again.

After a long silence, the only remaining team member sighed.

"Let's go..."

"But the military officers..."

"They have their way, and we have our way..."

If Jun Hou and the others had not deceived us, this road... would eventually lead to the same destination.

……

The ochre-yellow fog in Yinping City spread too quickly.

Although the Zhen Liao Army made preparations in advance, the time given to the soldiers who rushed into the formation to react was still too short.

The chaos and casualties caused by the hasty response will inevitably be considerable.

If you are not careful, even the whole army may be wiped out.

Seeing their men trapped in the trap, many Zhen Liao army generals ignored the danger and rushed in, but were suppressed by Li Jing's four generals.

Just as he was stamping his feet anxiously and even cursing Li Jing and the other three for being too cold-blooded, he saw teams constantly walking out of the fog.

In addition to being surprised, the generals were obviously a little stunned.

After all, the death fog caused by Huang Tian Yaodao's spell was full of death and ominousness, and it could block, devour, and even pollute divine thoughts.

Even if these sixth-level powerful beings were trapped in it, they might not be able to get out successfully in a short period of time.

But after they asked impatiently, the answers they heard made them even more shocked.

"What? You mean... it was those comrades who died in the battle who led you out?"

"This...how is this possible?"

Only Li Jing's four generals who knew the inside story remained calm.

The name will be recorded in the heavenly book, and the soul will live forever.

The body disappears in this world, but the consciousness can live forever somewhere else.

It’s just that these ordinary soldiers have weak spirits and cannot withstand the mundane life of the world, so they cannot appear in the world unless in special circumstances.

But now the Huang Tian army is using Huangquan as a guide to transform the Yinping City area into the Nine Netherworld.

This allowed the soldiers who died in battle to stay in the human world for a while.

But Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of this battle, was not happy about it.

After all, those soldiers died in the end.

He knew that Huang Tianjun was about to use this heaven-defying method, but he still let them go deep into the enemy camp...

died.

"This is what they call a merciful army..."

Looking at those soldiers who escaped death with torn clothes and armor, a trace of guilt flashed across Li Jing's eyes, but it eventually turned into indifference.

"It is a worthy death to die for the great cause of the king!"

It’s also their good fortune!

……

"Hey, we shouldn't have killed so many people."

In the void at the anchor point of the Heavenly Secret Realm, Han Shao looked at the names of people on the heavenly book that kept glowing and couldn't help but sigh.

He understands Li Jing.

Li Jing is a steady and cautious person. He never takes risks and always seeks stability in everything he does.

In every battle, he would never use only nine out of ten of his strength.

The same is true for this battle.

If you don't use enough strength and don't push Huang Tianjun to a certain extent, the old fox Cheng Yuanyi may not completely reveal his trump card.

What if the enemy pulls out this trump card by the time the huge detachment of more than one million troops completes the encirclement?

By then, it would be difficult to take care of both ends, resulting in greater casualties.

In the final analysis, there are too many things in this world that are done out of necessity.

Cheng Yuanyi had his own reasons.

Li Jing also had his reasons.

Just like the remnant army that Han Shao found himself in when he first opened his eyes.

Given Gongsun Du's personality, doesn't he want to save her?
Don't forget that his only daughter and only bloodline, Gongsun Xinyi, is also involved.

But he was not saved.

War is ultimately anti-human.

When you sit in the chess player's position, whether you like it or not, you are holding the cold chess pieces in your hands.

A chess piece that can be discarded at any time.

"Ayan, don't you think I'm being too hypocritical..."

Being a whore, she still wants to be a saint.

This person always inadvertently becomes the person he once hated the most!

Hearing Han Shao's words, a strange look flashed in Gong Yan's eyes.

A Yan?

This title is really shameful for an "old witch" who has lived in the world for many years.

Just seeing that Han Shao seemed to be in a bad mood, she quietly suppressed the strange feelings in her heart.

She tried to use her unfamiliar feminine gentleness and reached out to smooth Han Shao's slightly furrowed brows.

Just when he was about to say something to comfort him, Gong Yan suddenly thought of something and looked up at Han Shao seriously.

"Your Majesty... are you about to break through?"

The eight realms of heaven and man, replacing the heart of heaven with the heart of man.

But since that battle, Han Shao seemed to have become more sentimental, always sighing over certain things.

This makes it difficult for people with the same color not to have corresponding associations.

Hearing this, Han Shao lowered his eyes and looked at the pair of inquiring beautiful eyes in his arms, his expression slightly stunned.

In fact, his cultivation at this moment had unknowingly reached the peak of the eighth level of heavenly being.

However, he was unable to enter the next Nine Realms of Taiyi and was somewhat confused.

He had planned to follow past experience, kill a few more celestial beings of the same realm, and rely on his "talent" to reach the Taiyi Nine Realms, which is known as the origin of Tao.

But now Gong Yan's reminder made Han Shao suddenly realize something.

"Um, I... am I going to break through now?"

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(End of this chapter)