A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 47 41. The ghost carrying the coffin

In his eyes, the ferocious masked face nodded, and he retracted his spear. The burning pupils made him tremble, and he spoke slowly.

"Then I'll spare your life and bring you a message back for me."

The ghost face stared at him, and even the voice under the mask seemed to be coming from the Jiuyou underworld, with a deep chill.

"He said, anyone who invades our territory will be killed no matter how far away!"

"Yes Yes Yes…"

The officer's voice was trembling, he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes under that ghostly face, and he got up from the ground with trembling hands and feet.

He rolled and crawled on the ground, and before leaving, he took one last look at the camp.

There was silence in the camp. The Western soldiers either surrendered or were killed. Only the black-armored cavalry on horseback were left standing in the camp like ghosts and gods, holding blood-stained spears in their hands, watching him. .

This doesn't look like a Chinese army. This is simply a group of ghosts, coming from hell and demanding their lives.

Not daring to stop at all, the officer jumped on a horse, pulled up the reins desperately and ran towards the distance. He couldn't stay in this place for a second.

After that, news spread among the Western soldiers that the Chinese army was coming, and they would kill everyone who set foot on this territory, not even a horse. They spread the rumors, and the more they said, the more scary they became, making people's faces change.

Xuan Hao's cheap brother heard these words and specifically asked him if he was really so cruel.

It gave him a headache, so he just left him alive and went back to deliver the message. Who knew this man had such a rich imagination: "Do you think I am such a murderous person?"

We are not evil ghosts, how could we not even let go of a horse? Horses are so cute, don’t you think so?

On the coastline at night, the cold wind blew the bonfires, and the soldiers sat around the bonfires to keep warm and grill meat.

Xuan Hao led the troops to station on the spot. He let each unit rest and replenish their physical strength after winning the battle. Although it was not enough to hold a banquet to celebrate, the atmosphere in the military camp still needed to be lively. Even the food was better than usual. Much better.

Most of the soldiers sat in groups around the campfire, drinking hot soup, eating barbecue, and chatting about homely matters. On the battlefield, there seemed to be nothing else to do. If they were not allowed to chat, , it can probably suffocate people to death.

As for things to talk about, there are too many things to talk about. Whose girl is beautiful? My son is promising. Let's get married if we go back and forth. Who still has old friends who have been waiting for several years to reunite after the war. Whether you are sad or happy, there is always someone you can chat with.

However, there are always one or two people who have nothing to talk about.

Xuan Hao sat alone on the shore, with his back to the bonfire and the people sitting around him, leaning on his spear, holding a piece of dry biscuit in his hand and eating it bite by bite.

"Why don't you go to a place with more people to eat? Wouldn't it be more lively with everyone?" came a familiar voice from behind.

Xuan Hao didn't look back. He had heard the footsteps a long time ago. He lowered his head and continued eating, saying something casually.

"I am used to it."

The man sat next to Xuan Hao with the barbecue, took a bite, and said while chewing: "You have done a good job, because you are here, you have saved us a lot of trouble. The day when we will truly succeed is not far away Already…”

"Waiting for peace in the world, what are your plans in the future?"

"Brother, didn't you say you'd protect me? I'll just make a salted fish and eat it until I die. If that doesn't work, I'll open a pig farm. After all, the price of meat is quite expensive. Then I'll have to trouble my brother to take care of it. Yeah, I just hope you don’t regret it." Xuan Hao joked.

He looked at the man's face. The man was a little old, but he still looked like this.

"Hahahaha..." The man smiled.

That night, the soldiers stationed on the coastline chatted with each other. They came from different regions, but they all had the same identity, Chinese. They also have the same wish, that the world will be peaceful and their families will no longer suffer.

They missed their homeland, or complained about the unrest in the world. There were scoldings, laughter, and maybe one or two tears in the camp.

But that night, they all slept peacefully, because there was a man standing guard there with a spear.

When the sun just rose the next day, the army reorganized their teams and continued marching along the coastline. No one knew how far the destination was. They just walked until one day, no one dared to roam freely on this land. .

No reason, just because they are soldiers, although most of the time they have no choice. However, perhaps when they embarked on this path, they had such passion in their hearts and a belief that they would never return.

But there are only a few people who can go home.

The hoofbeats of the evil spirits are non-stop, and unmanned horses are running on the battlefield. This is war, there is no right or wrong, only winning and losing.

Marching all the way without end, until the world becomes what the master wants to see.

…

In front of the camp, a man stood on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He held a long gun in his hand. The handle of the gun was somewhat broken and his body was covered with blood. He slowly lowered the coffin on his back.

He wore a mask, with a ferocious face carved on the dark mask, and the bright red blood made that face even more terrifying.

But under this ferocious mask, there was a pair of eyes as calm as water, quietly looking at the army in the distance.

All the soldiers he brought died after all.

Countless guns were pointed at him, and those men, holding sabers and covered in blood, walked towards him.

He stepped over the corpses and walked slowly towards the army in front of him, his spear dragging on the ground and sparking.

The leader of the army came out, looked at the masked man in front of him with a complicated expression, and spoke in his broken Chinese.

"What's your name? Can you take off your mask? I don't care if you kill so many of us, as long as you surrender to us."

"You don't deserve it. No one in this world deserves it." The man wearing the ghost mask said as he walked. He didn't say why. His golden pupils and cold eyes looked at the crowd in front of him as if he were looking at a group of people. A pile of corpses.

Seeing that he couldn't make sense, the foreign officer stopped talking nonsense. He raised the saber in his hand.

Xuan Hao stopped and faced the crowd in front of him, raising the spear in his hand. On the dark mask, there was a bloodthirsty ghost.

Under the mask, he grinned.

"kill!"

In the crowd, the sound of killing suddenly rang out, and the sound penetrated the sky.

The man pointed at the army with a long gun.

They charged together, and in the dark crowd, blood began to spread, staining the ghost's face red.

Master, after this battle, the prosperous age is approaching. Can you see the scene when the fireworks are flourishing?