In his eyes, the hideous face with a mask nodded and took back the spear. The burning pupils made him tremble continuously and said slowly.

"Then I will save your life and help me bring me a word back."

The ghost face stared at him, and even the sound under the mask seemed to be coming from the Jiuyou Underworld, with a sequential chill.

"Just say, those who violate our territory will be punished even if they are far away!"

“Yes, yes…yes…”

The officer's voice trembled, and he did not dare to look directly at the pupils under the ghost's face, and his hands and feet got up from the ground with trembling hands and feet.

He rolled and crawled, and before leaving, he took a last look at the camp.

The camp was silent at this time, and the Western soldiers either surrendered or were killed. Only the black-armored cavalry on the horses were left. They stood in the camp like ghosts and gods, holding blood-stained spears in their hands, staring at him.

This is not like the Chinese army, it is simply a group of evil ghosts who come from hell and ask for their lives.

He didn't dare to stay at all. The officer jumped onto a horse and pulled up the reins desperately and ran wildly into the distance. He couldn't stay in this place for a second.

Later, news spread among the Western soldiers that the Chinese army was coming and they wanted to kill everyone who stepped on this territory, not even letting go of a horse. The rumors spread, the more they said, the scarier it became, and it made people feel disgusted.

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

It caused him a headache. He just left a living mouth to go back to pass the message. Who knew that this person had such a rich imagination: "Do you think I'm such a bloodthirsty person?"

We are not evil spirits, how could we not even let a horse go? The horse is so cute, don’t you?

On the coastline at night, the cold wind blew the bonfire, and soldiers sat around the bonfire to get warmth and roast meat to eat.

Xuan Hao led the army to station on the spot. He asked the troops to rest and replenish their own energy and win the battle. Although it was not as good as a banquet to celebrate, the atmosphere in the military camp still needed to be active, and even the food was much better than usual.

Most of the soldiers sat in groups, drinking hot soup, eating barbecue, and chatting about homework. There seemed to be nothing else to do on the battlefield. If they didn't let a few chats, they would probably be able to suffocate them to death.

As for the things we can talk about, there are too many things. Whose girl is beautiful and my son is promising. Let’s get together in the family. Who has an old friend? After waiting for a few years, I hope to get back together after the war. Whether it is sad or happy, there is always a few words to talk about.

However, there are always one or two people who can't talk to anything.

Xuan Hao sat alone on the shore, facing the bonfire behind him and the people sitting around him, leaning against a spear, holding a piece of dry cake in his hand and eating it bite-by-bite.

"Why don't you go to more places to eat? Isn't it more lively with everyone?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Xuan Hao didn't look back. He had heard footsteps long ago, lowered his head and continued to eat, and said casually.

"I'm used to it."

The man sat next to Xuan Hao with the barbecue, took a bite, and chewed it while saying, "You have done a good job, because you are here, it saves us a lot of trouble. It is not far from the days when we truly succeed..."

"Waiting for peace in the world, do you have any plans in the future?"

"Brother, didn't you say you should protect me? I'll make a salted fish and just eat it all over to die. If it really doesn't work, just open a pig farm. After all, the meat is quite expensive. I'll bother you to take care of it at that time. I just hope you don't regret it." Xuan Hao teased.

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 coast talked to each other. They came from different regions, but they all had the same identity, Chinese. They also had the same wish that the world would be peaceful and their families would no longer suffer.

They miss their hometown, or complain about the restlessness of the world, cursing and laughing in the camp, and probably crying or two.

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

The next day when the sun just rose, the army formed a team and continued to march along the coastline. No one knew how far the destination was. They just walked until one day no one dared to be free on this land.

No, just because they are soldiers, although most of the time they have no choice. However, perhaps when they embark on this path, they have such passion and a belief in not being able to return.

But how many people can go home?

The evil ghost's horse hooves keep ringing, and there are no one war horses running on the battlefield. This is war, there is no right or wrong, only winning or losing.

The march was endless, until the world became what the master wanted to see.

...

Before the camp, a man stood on a sea of ​​corpses and blood, holding a spear in his hand. The handle of the gun was a little broken and covered with blood. He slowly lowered the coffin on his back.

He was wearing a mask, with a hideous face carved on the dark mask, and the bright red blood made the face even more terrifying.

But under this hideous mask, there were a pair of calm eyes, looking quietly at the army in the distance.

The soldiers he brought were all dead after all.

Countless guns were pointed at him, and those people, carrying sabers and blood stained on their bodies, walked towards him.

He stepped over the body and walked slowly towards the army in front of him. His spear dragged onto the ground and sparked.

The leader of the army walked out and looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him, with a complicated expression and said in his poor Chinese.

"What is your name? Can you take off your mask? I can kill so many of us, so I can ignore it, as long as you surrender to us."

"You are not worthy. There is no one in this world, you are worthy." The man with the ghost mask said as he walked. He did not say why. His golden pupils and cold eyes looked at the crowd in front of him, as if he was looking at a pile of corpses.

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

Xuan Hao stopped, looked at the crowd in front of him, and raised the spear in his hand. On the dark mask, the evil ghost was bloodthirsty.

Under the mask, he grinned.

"kill!"

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

The man held a spear and rushed towards the army.

They rushed together, and the dark crowd began to spread, dyeing the ghost face red.
Chapter completed!