The injustice system and the war-mad me

Fortunately, as long as we don't get close to Kucha City, it's not a big deal.

However today...

"call!!"

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and the sky was dark!

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "click", the gate of the mine suddenly collapsed with a clang.

"Wang! Wang!"

The vigilant wolfdogs roared quickly.

That crazy sound quickly woke up the Gorolu guards in the entire mine.

Soon, the warning bell rang.

The sleepy-eyed soldiers ran out of the house, holding swords and crossbows in their hands. Many of them were not even dressed, and they started shouting.

"What's wrong!?"

"Are those Tang slaves trying to escape!?"

"Riding on a horse!"

"These Tang slaves have a lot to do!"

"Kill a few more this time!"

"Let them know how powerful this man is!"

"Eh?" A soldier ran to the door and was stunned.

The dark horse, the blood-red eyes, the long silver hair——

"Where did Tang Nu come from?"

"Shh!"

A piercing cold light fell on the top of his head almost instantly.

The next moment, his head split in two!

Then came his chest, his belly—

In the end, his whole body was cut in half like a watermelon being chopped open in the spray of juice!

"Excuse me--"

Shu Yichao raised the horizontal sword. After the dark mist rolled over, the originally short horizontal sword stretched into a Mo Dao in an instant. The handle and the blade were almost the same length!

"Your Grandpa Tang is back!"

"kill!"

Shu Yichao took the lead and rushed into the mine. Behind him, the sound of the hoofbeats of the white-haired ghost riders turned into black and white impermanent screams.

In the strong wind, the big flag with Chinese characters rang loudly.

"Take these traitors in Talas, Anxi, and Beiting who betrayed the Tang Dynasty and caused our compatriots to be enslaved—"

"Kill them all!"

Shu Yichao roared.

"This battle——"

"No prisoners!"

Chapter 115 - Meeting the Tang people again

The Mo Dao, glowing with cold light, spun like flying in Shu Yichao's hand.

The Gorolu soldiers who were slightly closer to him could almost only see the flickering white light.

Then, they were either cut in half or torn apart.

"Fire arrows!"

Some soldiers tried to shoot arrows on the tower.

however……

"Whoosh whoosh!!"

Arrows like locusts poured on their heads like heavy rain, shooting them until they cried for their fathers and mothers——

The white-haired ghost riders exerted their strength.

They also have powerful carved bows and sharp arrows in their hands, and everyone is skilled in bow and horse.

A single volley of fire cleared away the Gorolu soldiers on the tower.

Some people think that the archers in the army are elite.

After all, he didn't even have the strength to draw the bow.

However, this statement is naturally a joke in the eyes of the Anxi soldiers who came from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Shooting a bow and arrow, isn’t this a basic skill?

In the Tang Dynasty, if you couldn't shoot an arrow as a soldier, then what kind of soldier would you be?

"It's cavalry!"

"There are cavalry among the enemy!"

The speeding black shadows were running rampant, and anyone who stood in the way would be crushed into a pulp. This made the Gorolu soldiers react.

Some smart people began to hide in the guard tower.

In a sense, this was a mistake. After all, it was not easy for the white-haired ghost riders who could not dismount to catch up.

The premise is that Shu Yichao is not here.

"Shh-"

Shu Yichao jumped into the air, and the Mo Dao in his hand made a harsh sound in the night sky, as if it was a scream from the underworld.

"Bang!"

The entire sentry tower was directly split into two pieces by Shu Yichao!

Even the people inside were cut in half.

Sawdust, gravel, soil, and flesh were flying all over the sky.

The flames spread wildly, and through the light emitted by these flames, the Gorolu soldiers finally saw clearly the appearance of the white-haired ghost knights——

White-haired skeletons wearing heavy armor, with soul flames burning in their eyes!

"Ghost!"

They screamed and fled.

Of course, just because ordinary soldiers are afraid, it doesn't mean that everyone has no courage.

"Ghost!?"

A captain who was guarding this place looked at the white-haired ghost knights who were charging and killing in amazement.

"Where did the monster appear!?"

"Can these things actually kill people directly?"

He quickly greeted the soldiers.

"Don't panic!"

"Go find the mage!"

"If you have enchanted weapons and spell scrolls, hit those ghosts on their heads!"

"There's more!" The captain saw at a glance Shu Yichao, which was cleaning Gorolu's soldiers like a hurricane.

"Pull the ballista over here!"

"There is a hero-level guy opposite!"

"Use enchanted arrows to kill him first!"

Soon, Gorolu soldiers aimed a crossbow at Shu Yichao.

An enchanted arrow emitting a faint blue light was placed on the ballista.

"Send!" the captain ordered loudly.

"boom!"

The ballista flashed with a frightening cold light and rushed towards Shu Yichao like a bolt of lightning.

"Drink!" Mo Dao flashed a brilliant white light in mid-air and collided fiercely with the enchanted arrow——

In an instant, a deafening roar resounded throughout the mine.

Many people were knocked unconscious by the shock wave that almost condensed into substance.

"Are you kidding!?" the captain yelled extremely rudely.

"Forget about ordinary ballistae, enchanted ballistae can also block it!?"

"It's impossible!!"

Then he saw Shu Yichao raising Mo Dao with one hand and pointing it at him like throwing a spear.

"Hide quickly!" He whined as his hair stood on end.

But it's too late.

The speeding Mo Dao came crashing down like the final judgment from the gods.

"Stab-" The sounds of muscle and bone separating, the tearing of wood and metal, and the sound of splashing bricks and stones came and went and then quickly calmed down.

After throwing the Mo Dao and destroying the ballista and the soldiers next to it, Shu Yi raised his hand and the Mo Dao flew back into his hand.

"brothers!"

"continue!"

Shu Yichao shouted loudly.

"Master Mage!" The Gorolu soldiers dragged the mages out with almost tears in their eyes.

"Help!"

"It's all up to you!"

However, they don't know that doing so is a big mistake.

"Huh?" Miyadra, who climbed to a high place and overlooked the mine, saw several mages and soldiers huddled together at a glance.

How can you miss such a good opportunity?

"Backlash!"

The mages who were surrounded by soldiers and were about to cast spells felt the magic power in their bodies rushing around, as if they were cutting back and forth in their internal organs with a knife.

"what!"

"Pfft!"

They whined one by one, vomiting blood and fell down, feeling exhausted.

"Master Mage!" The soldiers were dumbfounded: "What's going on!?"

Before the panicked soldiers could figure out whether to fight or flee, Shu Yichao rushed forward with a ferocious smile.

"Die them all!"

It was another bloody storm.

At the same time, in the shack of the mine.

"Second uncle, wake up, wake up quickly."

The middle-aged man, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, struggled to open his tired eyes, and then vaguely saw two young faces in the darkness.