Then the cavalry saw a flag, which was stained with blood, and it would be the most impressive flag in his life.

He screamed strangely, pulled the reins, made the war horse turn around and run towards his camp.

While running, he shouted at the soldiers guarding the gate at the camp.

The soldiers in the camp saw him and woke up from a dream and quickly blew the horn.

The sound of trumpets sounded, and a low sound hit the eardrums of every soldier.

They all picked up the weapons at their hands and turned over the horses. The sound of the horn can only represent one thing, that is, the enemy attack.

The curtain of the camp was lifted open, and the tall blonde general walked out of it, looked at the panic of soldiers running around preparing for war, shouted angrily, reached out to pull out a sharp Western sword from his waist, and the cold light flashed, and the desolate coastline behind him reflected on the sword.

With the command of the general, the preparation speed was extremely fast. Soon a group of soldiers were already in front of the formation, holding guns and pointing the guns at the cavalry outside the camp.

The distance between the two armies has reached the point where they can see each other clearly, that is, they have entered the range. In the eyes of the foreign army, the cavalry was rushing towards them like a black tide. The fully armed armor was extremely heavy just looking at it. Every step forward of the war horses was accompanied by deafening sounds, like waves roaring forward.

They held spears in their hands and pointed directly at the camp. They were all pitch black spears, and there was a slender blood groove on the tip of the spear. You can even imagine that they were stabbed and blood flowed endlessly.

The cavalry had not rushed over with all their might, but the loud noise had already made the Western soldiers retreat, and cold sweat broke out in their hands holding guns.

They never thought that these tens of thousands of cavalry were wearing heavy armor that almost covered the whole body. The gunfire of this era was not enough to penetrate such a thickness of armor at such a distance.

But now the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. As the cavalry entered the range, the Western soldiers pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang!" A fire spread, bullets slashing through the sky, shooting like a dark wave.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!" The sound of collisions sounded one after another, and bullets rubbed against the armor and splashed sparks, but few heavy armors could penetrate the body of the cavalry, and even the speed of the cavalry's advance could not be affected.

The Western soldiers were stunned for a moment, and even forgot the tripping rope they had set up before, and couldn't stop the steps under their feet.

The Western officer standing in the camp also looked ahead blankly. What he saw was a dark iron cavalry and the particularly conspicuous red flag, which 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 in front, jumped high, and stepped across the fence.

The Western soldiers in the camp all looked up and looked at the figure on the horse's back.

It was a man in heavy armor. Unlike the other soldiers, behind him, there was a dark coffin on his back! He had a hideous mask on his face, only a pair of golden pupils shining like lava, looking down at each of them. The mask as ferocious as evil ghosts was filled with a grim smile, and the coffin on his back seemed to be prepared for them.

He broke through the fence, and a pitch-black spear was shining with a dark golden light. He swept across the gun, directly lifting the soldiers who were stopping him, and blood splattering onto the mask, like a bloodthirsty devil.

Everything seemed to tell them that it was not like a person, but a messenger from the Nine Nether Hell, who initiated a judgment on them.

The man raised his spear high and roared, directly defeating their last courage.

"Kill! No mercy!"

...

With the sound of horse hooves, Xuan Hao rushed into the camp.

In the eyes of others, he was like a god of killing. Every time he waved his spear, a piece of blood would splash on his mask, slid down the lines, adding a bit of chill to the hideous mask.

In a blink of an eye, the cavalry had completely rushed into the camp.

The Western soldiers' hands holding weapons kept trembling, looking at the Chinese with ghost faces in the distance, and did not dare to step forward. They had no intention of fighting at all.

Suddenly, a soldier saw clearly the spear in the man's hand and the coffin on his back. It was a pitch-black spear with a faint golden tip. The coffin was much smaller than the usual ones, and it was covered with dense unknown patterns, as if it was sealed with a ghost.

His pupils shrank as if he had remembered something. His trembling fingers pointed at the spear and screamed almost miserably: "Ghost! Ghost!"

For a moment, a group of Western soldiers looked at the man in horror.

This is a legend that has been circulating in wars in recent years. There is something on the border that I absolutely don’t want to mention, about this man carrying a coffin.

According to legend, this man would kill everyone who stepped into his territory, whether it was a soldier or an opium dealer.

At the beginning, some smugglers who sneaked into the country disappeared inexplicably.

But once, this man wiped out a unit of nearly a thousand people, and it was a one-man.

Later, they didn't know whether the man was deliberately letting go or someone escaped and reported it, so they learned about this.

When I went back to explore, I saw only the blood-stained earth and a large piece of broken limbs. The picture was simply hell.

From then on, they greatly reduced their actions to cross the line, and the black spear and coffin were the marks of this god of death.

The man in front of him was clearly the "God of Death" that made them frightened.

The screaming soldier trembled with his hands as if something had held his throat. His legs were trembling, and unknown liquid flowed between his legs. His legs became weak and he knelt on the ground crying.

"Clang!" With the repeated sound, the Western sword broke instantly and a long spear slashed and stabbed.

The blonde officer sat on the ground, not daring to move at all, because a spear was standing in front of him.

The slight cold air from the tip of the gun made him look up in frightened. He saw the blazing golden eyes that seemed to burn everything under the hideous mask, and the mask that was grim, as if mocking him.

The spear was about to stab.

"oh, no! No no no! Don't kill me, please, please!" He sat on the ground and shouted in a vague Chinese.

The spear stopped between his eyebrows, only a slight difference. He could even feel the chill on the tip of the spear and the slight tingling pain on his forehead. Drops of cold sweat dripped, and his breathing was rapid.

"You can speak Chinese?" asked the man wearing a mask on the horse's back.
Chapter completed!