The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

As a result, those mages and wizards died miserably one after another.

So the Tumu people simply abandoned the city.

He just threw all the work nearby to Gorolu.

Gorolu was dumbfounded - he rebelled against the Tang Dynasty just to eat meat, but now you, as the big brother, treat your little brother like this?

But they had no choice but to accept it.

Fortunately, as long as we don’t get close to the city of Kucha, nothing serious will happen.

But today...

"call!!"

Suddenly, there was a violent wind and the sky became dark!

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

"Wang! Wang!"

The alert wolfhounds roared quickly.

The crazy sound quickly woke up all the Gorolu guards in the mine.

Soon, the alarm bell rang.

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

"What's wrong!?"

"Are those Tang slaves trying to escape!?"

"Horse riding!"

"These Tang slaves are so troublesome!"

"Kill a few more this time!"

"Let them know how powerful this man is!"

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

A pitch-black horse, blood-red eyes, long silver hair—

"Where did Tang Nu come from?"

"Shh!"

A sharp cold light fell on his head almost instantly.

The next moment, his head split into two!

Then his chest, his abdomen—

In the end, his entire body was cut in half like a watermelon, with juice splashing out!

"Excuse me--"

Shu Yichao raised his sword, and after the dark mist rolled over, the originally short sword instantly extended into a Mo Dao with the handle and blade almost the same length!

"Your Grandpa Tang has returned!"

"kill!"

Shu Yichao rushed into the mine first. Behind him, the sound of the white-haired ghost riders' hooves turned into the death-threatening screams of the Black and White Impermanence.

In the strong wind, the large flag with Tang characters on it rustled sharply.

"These traitors in Talas, Anxi, and Beiting... who betrayed the Tang Dynasty and caused the enslavement of our compatriots—"

"Kill them all!"

Shu Yichao roared.

"This battle—"

"No prisoners!"

Chapter 115 - Meeting Tangren Again

The coldly shining Mo Dao spun like a rocket in Shu Yichao's hand.

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

Afterwards, they were either cut in two or torn into pieces.

"Fire arrows!"

Some soldiers tried to shoot arrows from the city wall.

however……

“Swish swish!!”

Arrows rained down on their heads like a swarm of locusts, like a torrential rain, making them cry out for their parents.

The white-haired ghost riders are making their move.

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

With one volley, most of the Gorolu soldiers on the city wall were wiped out.

Some people believe that the archers in the army are all elite.

After all, I don't have enough strength to even pull the bow.

However, this statement was naturally a joke in the eyes of the Anxi Army from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Shooting arrows with a bow, isn’t this a basic skill?

If you can't shoot arrows when serving as a soldier in the Tang Dynasty, what kind of soldier are you?

"It's the cavalry!"

"There are cavalry among the enemy!"

The speeding black shadows were charging around, crushing anyone who blocked their way into a pulp. This made the Gorolu soldiers react.

Some smart ones began to hide in the watchtowers.

In a sense, this was a blessing in disguise. After all, it was not easy to catch up with the white-haired ghost riders who were unable to dismount.

The premise is that Shu Yichao is not here.

"Shh-"

Shu Yichao leaped into the air, and the Mo Dao in his hand made a sharp sound in the night sky, as if it came from the underworld.

"Bang!"

The entire watchtower was split into two pieces by Shu Yichao!

The people inside were also beheaded.

Wood chips, gravel, dirt, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

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 in all directions.

Of course, just because ordinary soldiers are afraid doesn’t mean that everyone lacks courage.

"Ghost!?"

A captain guarding the place looked in astonishment at the white-haired ghost riders who were charging recklessly.

"Where did this monster come from!?"

"Can these things actually cut people directly?"

He quickly called out to the soldiers.

"Don't panic!"

"Go find a wizard!"

"Those who have enchanted weapons and spell scrolls, throw them on the heads of those evil spirits!"

"There's more!" The captain saw at a glance Shu Yichao who was washing away the Gorolu soldiers like a hurricane.

"Pull the ballista over here!"

"There's a hero-level guy on the other side!"

"Use the enchanted arrows to take him down first!"

Soon, the Gorolu soldiers aimed a crossbow at Shu Yichao.

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

"Go!" the captain shouted.

"boom!"

The crossbow flashed with a terrifying cold light and rushed towards Shu Yichao like a flash of lightning.

"Hah!" The Mo Dao flashed a brilliant white light in the air and collided fiercely with the enchanted arrow.

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

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

"Are you kidding me!?" the captain shouted in a very inappropriate manner.

"It's okay with ordinary ballistae, but can the enchanted ballistae be blocked?!"

"This is impossible!!"

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

"Hide quickly!" He wailed with his hair standing on end.

But it's too late.

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

"Sizzle--" The sound of muscles and bones separating, the sound of wood and metal being torn, and the sound of bricks and stones flying, came one after another and quickly returned to silence.

After throwing the Mo Dao and destroying the crossbow and the soldier next to it, Shu Yichao 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 tears and snot.

"Help!"

"It all depends on you!"

However, they did not know that doing so was a big taboo.

"Hmm?" Mia Zora, who climbed to a high place overlooking the mine, saw several mages and soldiers huddled together at a glance.

How can I miss such a good opportunity?

"Backlash!"

The mages who were surrounded by soldiers and preparing to cast spells felt the magic power in their bodies running wildly, as if a knife was cutting into their internal organs.

"what!"

"Pfft!"

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

"Master Mage!" The soldiers were dumbfounded: "What happened?!"

Before the panicked soldiers could figure out whether to fight or flee, Shu Yichao had already pounced on them with a ferocious smile.