A week later, Si Wulu was transferred to participate in an important mission, which was to go to the ghost side of Beiyuan to pick up an dark man of the Desolate clan who had been lurking for many years. It is said that he possesses a lot of top-secret information on Kitahara Kikata. Now his identity has been exposed and he is being hunted by Kitahara Kikata's secret army.
This is a task classified as a top-secret plan by the senior officials of the Yuguan Gate Frontier Military Headquarters and personally signed by the regiment commander Wu Di. The team that went to the rescue this time was also very luxurious. It was led by Major General Butcher Lin. There were thirty people in total. Each of them was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles and had an impressive record. Several of them were first-level military commanders. Lieutenant-level veterans, except Si Wulu.
But after the battle with Li Muran, no one would doubt Si Wulu's qualifications. For border guards who lick blood on the tip of their swords, strong strength is the only way to gain their respect.
Under the cover of night, the team set off quietly from the Yuguan gate frontier on horseback.
More than half a year after joining the army, this was the first time that Si Wulu went deep into an enemy country to perform a mission. At this time, Si Wulu not only did not feel a trace of nervousness, but there was a small excitement deep in his heart that was difficult to suppress. The ghost on the waist seemed to feel the master's thoughts, and it started to tremble inexplicably.
Famous swords cannot be hidden in scabbards for a long time. They are also eager to drink the blood of the strong and the collision of metal. The same will be true for the future famous generals in troubled times and the future king of the Desolate tribe.
After three days and three nights of continuous travel, the team finally arrived at the destination revealed in the intelligence.
Night, quiet. The bright white moon hangs high in the sky, spreading its silver brilliance to the earth. The wind whistled past my ears, but it made the originally silent night feel more desolate.
Si Wulu carefully searched for the signal left by the Anzi of the Desolate Clan. He looked around with vigilant eyes, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.
This is a huge canyon with unreachable cliffs on both sides. This was by no means a perfect place to hide, but rather a perfect terrain for an ambush. As an experienced man who had been lurking for many years, Anzi would not choose such a place as a hiding place, and such important information was not revealed in the information sent back. This all seemed extremely abnormal.
"Send the order. If no clues are found in a quarter of an hour, the entire team will rush back to Yuguan Gate at full speed." Butcher Lin stood at the entrance of the canyon and turned to order the team members who were on guard beside him.
At this time, Butcher Lin was also filled with uneasiness deep in his heart. His instinct told him that this was most likely a trap, but his many years of military life made him stick to his mission above his life. The duty of a soldier is to obey orders.
"No." Liu Heizi quickly ran into the canyon.
Liu Heizi turned around and ran a few steps when a huge sense of crisis instantly enveloped Butcher Lin's heart. It was an early warning from years of wandering on the edge of life and death. It was the perception of huge danger from the military commander Da Tianwei. At this moment, Butcher Lin obeyed his instinct and loudly ordered: "Liu Heizi, let everyone gather and retreat immediately."
"You can't gamble with the lives of the thirty military elites in Yuguan Gate. If something goes wrong, let me bear it alone." He rubbed his hands vigorously, only to find that his palms were full of sweat.
After receiving the order, Si Wulu stopped searching and quickly rushed to the entrance of the canyon to meet with everyone.
I don’t know when it started, but there was a thick fog in the air. In the blink of an eye, everything around Si Wulu was shrouded in hazy mist. Through the thick fog, Si Wulu felt that everything around him seemed to be alive.
"Let's go." Butcher Lin's voice dispelled the uneasiness deep in Si Wulu's heart.
Si Wulu had just mounted his horse when he suddenly felt something moving in front of him. So, Si Wulu rode his horse and looked forward, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
In front of them, there were countless people densely packed together, and many people were continuing to gather silently. Obviously, the conspirators did not expect that the team of the Desolate tribe would give up searching the canyon so decisively, leaving them without enough time to assemble the team and set up their formation.
"It's the enemy, they are gathering." Someone in the team shouted.
"Kill them and scatter them." Butcher Lin shouted, leapt up and rushed directly into the enemy's formation. Everyone in the team followed closely behind and rushed towards the enemy with shouts.
At the moment, dispersing the enemies before they are fully assembled is the team's only chance to escape. Everyone is a military elite who has experienced hundreds of battles, so they naturally understand the truth. Therefore, he killed the enemy with all his strength without hesitation.
With one order, he was destined to have a bloody journey tonight, and from now on, life and death were no longer up to him.
The battle situation became intense in an instant, with numerous blasts of raw energy and roars that were deafening. At this time, several powerful auras were seen rising into the sky from the crowd in front, one of which was particularly obvious in the silent night sky. It was a powerful aura unique to the first position of the God General, a despairing aura.
Butcher Lin's eyes widened when he saw this, and he immediately ordered loudly: "Everyone breaks out with all their strength! How many can escape?" Then, he rushed towards the aura of the first god general. Several captain-level veterans in the team also let go of their hands and feet at this time, and faced several other tyrannical auras.
Si Wulu calmly looked at the entire battlefield. There were enemies everywhere. Each of these enemies had crazy looks on their faces, and they rushed towards the team members without fear of life or death.
They seemed to know no pain. Even if their hands and feet were cut off by Si Wulu, they still rushed towards Si Wulu without any thought of life or death, as if they were a group of puppets without any pain.
The world says that the samurai of Kitahara Kikata and the ascetics of the exotic West are a bunch of lunatics. Now it seems that their level of madness far exceeds what normal humans can accept.
Seeing this, Si Wulu stopped killing the enemy blindly, quietly gathered his aura, passed through the gaps in the crowd, and fled outside. Occasionally when faced with an attacking enemy, Si Wulu would attack and kill the enemy when he couldn't dodge. But every time Onikiri swings it, a life will be taken away.
Suddenly, a roar not far away caught Si Wulu's attention. Si Wulu turned around and saw that a veteran in the team was shot from behind. Si Wulu immediately rushed over, opened a bloody path, and protected the veteran under him.
But the veteran pushed Si Wulu away and yelled at Si Wulu fiercely: "Recruit, you are not the savior. You can't protect everyone, and there can't be such luck in the world. So. , live. Tell Dahuang everything that has happened here, and then find all the conspirators and avenge us. Also, Army Commander Wu Di cannot be trusted. Leave quickly."
With a roar, the veteran pulled out the spear stuck in his body, and then rushed towards the ghost army in front without hesitation.
Si Wulu no longer lingered and ran for his life at full speed. After many strong men on the ghost side were entangled by the veterans of the team, Si Wulu did not encounter a particularly strong opponent. After passing through many miscellaneous soldiers and running for several miles, Si Wulu finally escaped from the encirclement.
Si Wulu looked back in the direction of the canyon. From that direction came the shocking sound of continuous collision of raw energy, and it seemed that Butcher Lin's screams could still be heard in the evening wind. But Si Wulu could clearly feel that Butcher Lin's aura was shrinking.
Although there is only one rank difference between the Great Heavenly Rank of Military General and the First Rank of Divine General, for those with abilities, the further they go, the greater the gap in strength between ranks becomes.
Therefore, even if Si Wu Lu were to take the first position as a military general and face off against a strong man who was taking the first position as a divine general, Butcher Lin and Si Wu Lu would still have no chance of winning.
Thinking of this, Si Wulu held the Onikiri in his hand tightly and started running at full speed towards the wilderness. No more looking back, no more stopping, no more nostalgia.
One day, he will tell everyone the truth about what happened here, and he will pay the blood of all the conspirators involved in this matter, no matter how powerful the conspirators are, no matter how powerful they are. Si Wu Lu secretly swore.
"Huh? It seems that a little mouse escaped." A strange-looking man looked towards the direction where Si Wulu escaped and licked the bloody heart on his hand with his tongue. It was the blood-soaked heart he had just escaped from a desolate tribe. It was dug out from the body of a veteran.
"Bah! The blood of warriors is indeed not delicious enough, even for Dzogchen warriors." He threw it away in disgust, and then ran towards Siwulu.
Maybe the blood of young geniuses will have a different flavor that I can enjoy. His face was full of excitement and his eyes were full of anticipation.
