Then, the cavalryman saw a flag, the flag was stained with blood red, this will be the most impressive flag in his life.
He screamed strangely, pulled the reins, turned the horse around, and ran towards his camp.
While running, he yelled at the soldiers guarding the gate on the other side of the camp.
When the soldiers in the camp saw his appearance, they quickly blew their horns as if they were awakening from a dream.
The horn sounded, and the deep sound hit the eardrums of every soldier.
They all picked up the weapons at hand and mounted their horses. The sound of the horn could only mean one thing, and that was an enemy attack.
The curtain of the camp was opened, and the tall blond general walked out. Looking at the panic of the soldiers running around preparing for battle, he shouted angrily, reached out and pulled out a sharp Western sword from his waist, with a cold light flashing,
The blade of the sword reflects the desolate coastline behind it.
With the general under the command, the preparations for the battle were also extremely fast. Soon a group of soldiers were already lined up in front of the formation, holding guns in their hands and pointing their guns at the galloping cavalry outside the camp.
The distance between the two armies has reached the point where they can see each other clearly, that is to say, they are within shooting range. In the eyes of the foreign army, the cavalry is like a black tide, rushing towards them. The fully armed armor on their bodies can only be seen.
It was extremely heavy, and every step forward of the war horse was accompanied by a deafening sound, like the roar of the waves moving forward.
They were holding long spears in their hands, pointing directly at the camp. The long spears were all pitch black, and there was a slender blood groove on the tip of the spear. You could even imagine being stabbed and bleeding endlessly.
The cavalry hadn't charged in with all their strength, but the loud noise had already made these Western soldiers retreat, and cold sweat broke out in their hands holding the guns.
They never imagined that these tens of thousands of cavalry were actually wearing heavy iron armor that covered almost their whole bodies. The gunfire of this era was simply not enough to penetrate such thick armor at such a distance.
But now the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. As the cavalry entered the shooting range, the Western soldiers pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang!" Gunfire spread, bullets pierced the sky and shot like a dark wave.
"Clang, clang, clang!" Collisions sounded one after another, and the bullets rubbed against the armor and splashed sparks, but few of them could penetrate the heavy armor of the cavalry, and they did not even affect the forward speed of the cavalry.
The Western soldier was stunned for a moment. He even forgot about the rope that he had set up to trip the horse before, and couldn't help but step back.
The Western officer standing in the camp also looked ahead blankly. What he saw was the dark cavalry and the particularly conspicuous flying red flag. This was an almost invincible army.
That's Chinese.
"hiss!!!!"
With the sound of war horses neighing, the cavalry stepped in front of the camp.
A war horse rushed at the front, leaped high and stepped over the fence.
The Western soldiers in the camp raised their heads and looked at the figure on horseback.
It was a man wearing heavy armor. What was different from the other soldiers was that he was carrying a dark coffin behind him! He wore a ferocious mask, only revealing a pair of blazing golden pupils shining like lava, looking down at each of them.
A man, with a hideous smile on his mask that looks like an evil ghost, and the coffin on his back seems to be prepared for them.
He broke through the fence and used a pitch-black spear, the tip of which shone with a dark golden light. He swept the soldiers with a single shot, flying away the soldiers who were blocking him. Blood spattered onto his mask, like a bloodthirsty devil.
Everything seemed to tell them that it was not like a person, but a messenger from the Nine Nether Hells, launching judgment on them.
The man raised his spear high and roared, directly defeating their last courage.
"Kill! No mercy!"
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Amidst the sound of horse hooves, Xuan Hao rushed into the camp.
In the eyes of others, he looked like a god of murder. Every time he swung his spear, blood would splash out. The blood splashed on his mask and slid down along the lines, adding a bit of chill to the ferocious mask.
In an instant, the cavalry had completely rushed into the camp.
The hands of the Western soldiers holding their weapons could not help but tremble. They looked at the Chinese with ghost faces in the distance and did not dare to step forward. They had completely lost the will to fight.
Suddenly, a soldier saw clearly the spear in the man's hand and the coffin slung across his back. It was a pitch-black spear with a faint golden tip. The coffin was much smaller than ordinary ones, with a
It is covered with dense unknown lines, as if it is sealing a fierce ghost.
His pupils shrank sharply, as if he remembered something, and he pointed at the spear with trembling fingers and almost screamed miserably: "Ghost! Ghost!"
For a moment, a group of Western soldiers looked at this man in horror.
This is a legend that has been circulating in the war in recent years. There is one thing on the border that I absolutely do not want to mention, and it is about this man carrying a coffin.
According to legend, this man would kill everyone who entered his territory, whether they were soldiers or opium dealers.
In the beginning, some smugglers who sneaked into the country disappeared inexplicably.
But once, this man wiped out an entire army of nearly a thousand men, single-handedly.
Later, they didn't know whether the man let him go on purpose or if someone escaped by chance and came back to report, and they learned about it.
When I went back to investigate again, all I saw was the blood-stained ground and a large area of severed limbs. The scene was simply hell.
Since then, they have greatly reduced their crossing the line, and the black spears and coffins are the symbols of death.
The man in front of them was clearly the "god of death" who made them fearful.
The screaming soldier's hands trembled, as if something was holding his throat. His legs were trembling, and an unknown liquid flowed between his legs. His legs softened, and he knelt on the ground crying.
"Clang!" With a loud sound, the Western sword broke instantly, and a spear was swung and stabbed down.
The blond officer sat down on the ground, not daring to move at all, because a long gun was placed in front of him.
The slightest bit of cold air coming from the tip of the gun made him raise his head in fright. What he saw was the blazing golden eyes under the ferocious mask that seemed to be burning everything, and the mask that smiled ferociously, as if it were mocking him.
The spear was about to strike.
"Oh, no! No, no, no! Don't kill me, please, please!" He collapsed on the ground and shouted in a panic in vague Chinese.
The spear stopped between his eyebrows, just a hair's breadth away. He could even feel the coldness on the tip of the spear and the slight sting on his forehead. Drops of cold sweat dripped down, and his breathing became rapid.
"Can you speak Chinese?" asked the masked man on horseback.
The officer was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes a little bit."