Chapter 208 The Leader of the Northern Rebels, Wushan Yunchuan

In this operation, the main force of land operations was "ghosts".

The dark rainy night had become a perfect hiding barrier for them. Thousands of troops in black robes marched almost silently on the planned route.

But before crossing the river that divided the north and south of the Kingdom of Rain, the overall atmosphere within the Ghost Legion was still very relaxed.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"You bastard! I won't let you follow me. You have to follow me. You have become more capable, haven't you?"

Several ships full of people were traveling on the river, and in the cabin of one of the ships, Asa held A She in his arms, patting his butt and cursing:

"I will kill you today and send your body back to your parents to prevent you from dying on the battlefield and not even leaving a whole body behind!"

"Ah! Brother! I was wrong, wrong! Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

A She's fat figure struggled, looking like a flapping moth. He kept baring his teeth and begging for mercy, trying to awaken the remaining trace of brotherhood.

But the force Asa used on his hands was surprisingly strong, and it felt like there was no trace of brotherly affection left at all. Even Ashe's current physical condition couldn't bear it.

"You are the one who is being beaten. If I don't teach you a lesson, you are treating war as a child's play! Is this a place where you can act nonsense?!"

Asa was really angry this time, and growled with a sullen face: "Since you walked into the Hall of Valor in a hurry, it means that you have no way of turning back. As long as you dare to turn back, you will be sentenced as a deserter. If you want your brother, I will personally cut off your Head!"

Hearing this, A She's expression straightened, and he frowned and said, "It's nothing, I just want to fight with you. How could I be a deserter? I'm not being cool or joking. I'm serious!"

After that, taking advantage of Asa's moment of confusion, he kicked hard and got out of his arms.

"You brat!" Asa came back to his senses, his eyes twitched, and he wanted to catch up again.

Seeing this, A She quickly looked around as if asking for help.

This is a cargo hold filled with military supplies, including stretchers, iron beds, and boxes, and it is also crowded with people.

There were people lying on the bed with their upper bodies spread out, and there were people sitting carelessly on the ground...

These people were all Asa's subordinates. Faced with the fight between the two brothers, they just watched the fun with a smile, and no one came to start a fight.

"Stop! Captain Asa!"

A She dodged the slap and shouted louder: "I am one of you now and also your subordinate. You can't hit me anymore. If you hit me again, you are bullying your subordinates. I will file a complaint to Mr. Yunchuan!"

Hearing this, Asa's raised hand stopped in mid-air. Others in the cargo hold were stunned for a moment, and then the entire cargo hold burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Brother Asa, what this guy said makes sense, hahaha!"

"Are this kid and Brother Asa brothers? Why do they look so silly and cunning?"

The teasing from his men made Asa's face darken, and he shouted angrily: "Quiet! Everyone, please be quiet!"

However, there was still a lot of noise in the cargo hold, which made his face darker. His expression turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "The bottom line is in a ball! Everyone is there!!"

Bang! Bang!

In the noisy cargo hold, Asa's voice seemed unclear, but the entire cargo hold suddenly became silent.

Almost all of the nearly a thousand people in Asa's "Xiaxian Group" survived the battle in Yangyan Village, and their combat qualities were second only to those elites from the Kingdom of Whirlpool.

It doesn't matter if they play around or make trouble at ordinary times. After all, their relationship is as strong as wearing a pair of pants. They are companions who trust each other through life and death. But once Asa gets serious, others will not mess around.

Everyone stood neatly and neatly on the spot. The entire cargo hold was completely silent, and even the rustling of clothes was barely audible.

For a moment, the only sound around was the rocking of the ship.

Gudong...

Seeing his brother's restored cold demeanor and the cold and dull atmosphere around him, A She smiled and slowly closed his open mouth and swallowed.

"Since you said you are my soldier, I will teach you a lesson."

A She spoke with a cold face, then looked at the other two people, pointed at them and ordered: "If you are facing a situation of certain death, what you have to do has been done, and you only have a chance to say a few words to each other, what would you say?" ?”

The two people pointed out by A She were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

These two people did not know each other. Today they were assigned to A She's staff, which was the first time they met.

After a brief silence, one of them pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Brother, help me one last time and take care of my mother and my daughter, okay?"

The other person's pupils froze, and he did not answer whether he would help him, but asked: "What did you call me?"

"brother."

"Then they are my mother and daughter too."

"Do you understand now?" Asa looked at the stunned A She, pointed at the two people with an expressionless face, and said, "Everyone standing here is already prepared to sacrifice!"

"When two people face a fatal situation together, they can trust each other, and they can stand behind their companions without hesitation, fight for a glimmer of life for their companions, and block fatal blows!"

As he said that, Asa stretched out an index finger, poked A She's heart hard, and said coldly: "When you go to the battlefield, your life is not just yours. Any hesitation is a betrayal of your comrades fighting side by side!"

"On the battlefield, I will never give you special treatment. You will only hinder your companions. Saying nice things now is just nonsense! So before you are ready, just hide behind and be a waste! Do you understand?"

For a while, the cargo hold fell into a strange silence, and only a little rapid breathing and his own heartbeat could be heard.

But at this moment, a man suddenly pushed open the door, breaking the silence in the cabin.

"Brother Asa." The man first glanced at Ah She, and then looked at Asa seriously and said, "We are about to cross the river, but we found some... people on the riverside."

"...Some people?"

Hearing this, Asa no longer paid attention to Ah She who was absent-minded, and squinted his eyes to look at the river bank in the distance, which was gradually becoming clear.

It was only a few hundred meters away from the river bank. With his eyesight, he could already see what was happening on the bank.

It was a group of figures wearing iron armor and a very luxurious carriage, chasing a group of unarmed refugees...

No, it's better to say... massacre than "chasing"!

No wonder the person who reported the incident hesitated suddenly. The bastards swung their butcher knives mercilessly, not treating the refugees as "people" at all. It was like chasing and slaughtering a group of pigs and dogs!

"What on earth is Hanzo doing? Is the southern part of the Rain Country already in such a mess?"

Asa's expression was gloomy, and he said coldly: "All of you, get off the boat and go ashore!"

"I want to see who is playing tricks at home when the foreign threat has not been eliminated!"

"Yes!!" In the crowd of people who were roaring coldly in the cargo hold, countless pairs of scarlet vertical pupils lit up after being suppressed for a long time.

In the shadows, a pair of vertical pupils with a darker blood color and engraved with fonts silently looked at the tall figure standing in the center of the crowd, and the fat figure behind him who was gradually clenching his fists, and the corners of his eyes suddenly curved up, as if laughing.

"Two stubborn boys..."

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"Ah!"

On the bank of the river, a group of refugees fell to the ground and hugged each other with fear on their faces.

A ragged man, whose palm was chopped off by a knife, rolled on the ground and wailed.

But inside the carriage, a fat man lifted the curtain and laughed, "Haha, it's really more interesting outside the city."

He looked down at the man wailing and screaming in the water. The more miserable the man screamed, the happier he laughed.

Finally, as if he was tired of playing, he pointed at the man and said with a smile, "This mud-legged man dared to resist and injured two of my people. Cut off his head and hang it on my carriage!"

As soon as the voice fell, a warrior in iron armor stepped out from the carriage, drew the knife from his waist, and a cold light flashed.

Puff!

The painful wailing stopped instantly, and a good head rolled down "gurgling", and the scarlet and dazzling blood accumulated into a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, the others were so scared that they dared not cry, and could only hear the slight sobbing with their mouths covered.

Looking at the refugees who were left hugging each other, the fat man touched his beard, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly sneered, and said to the warriors outside: "Tell them that I can spare their lives."

"But, only one can be spared, let them discuss which one to spare!"

The warrior's eyes were somewhat helpless, but he still walked in front of the refugees and told them this expressionless.

A glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of the crowd, but they looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.

Only one boy had a blank expression and a normal face. He stood up and walked to the warrior and stretched out his hand and said: "Give me a knife."

Looking down at the short boy, the warrior frowned, and was about to refuse, but an interested voice came from the carriage behind him: "Give it to him."

The samurai's knife is undoubtedly the second life of the samurai. The fat man's order made the samurai's expression a little stiff, but he still looked at the boy with cold eyes, drew the knife from his waist and handed it to him.

After receiving the knife in his hand, the weight of the knife made the thin boy stagger. Under the mocking eyes of the samurai, he slowly turned around and raised the knife, looking at the refugees.

"Yes, yes, kill them all, and only yourself will be left." The fat man laughed excitedly, "I admire you, kid, garbage is garbage, and garbage should be cleaned up!"

At the moment when the sarcastic words fell, the heavy knife in the boy's hand fell.

But it was not aimed at the refugees in front of him who were terrified, but with the weight of the knife, he turned around and chopped at the samurai behind him.

Clang! !

The sudden sound of metal fighting stimulated everyone's eardrums like a needle drill.

"... What a pity."

The boy looked at the long knife in front of him that was blocked by a wakizashi, and the remaining ferocious color on his face gradually faded, and he became expressionless or numb again.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment. No one expected that this thin kid would dare to use the knife given to him by the samurai to attack the samurai.

Although the samurai did not expect to be caught off guard, the gap between the two sides could not be made up so easily.

He reacted almost instantly and pulled out the wakizashi from the other side of his waist. Even with only one hand, it was enough to easily block the boy's unexpected attack with both hands holding the knife.

"You are looking for death, you little brat who overestimates your own abilities?!" The samurai's forehead was bulging with veins, and his expression was gloomy.

"I know what you guys are thinking!"

The young man sneered emotionlessly: "Even if I kill all the others, I will still die in the end. In this case, I might as well drag one away before I die. It's a pity that you are so afraid of death that you carry two swords with you!"

Hearing this, the warrior's face sank, and he was extremely angry. He didn't care about the thoughts of the adult in the carriage behind him. He raised his other arm without a knife and slammed it into the boy's chest.

Bang! !

In an instant, the boy's figure flew backwards, and the blood he spit out drew a dark red arc in the air. The unusually crisp sound of bone cracking was also clearly audible.

"My Lord..."

The warrior turned around and looked at the carriage. He bowed his head respectfully and was about to apologize, but heard a cold voice: "Boring, kill them."

Hearing this, the warrior breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his head in response: "Yes."

Looking at the tall warrior walking towards him, the boy who was helped up by the refugees slowly closed his eyes.

Finally, it's about to end, this world full of misfortune...

When the boy was in a trance, the warrior walked up to them and raised his long sword, but saw that in the boy's eyes that were about to close, in addition to his own reflection, a trace of blood suddenly rose.

"Blood Demon Art·Flying Sickle Kick!"

As the cold voice came from behind him, the warrior who had no time to turn around only heard a sound of flesh and blood breaking.

Puff! !

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After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that there was light shining on the boy's eyelids.

That feeling stimulated his eyeballs and woke him up from his slumber.

When he regained consciousness, the boy's eyelids trembled slightly, and he felt a human voice appear in his ears, as if two people were talking about something.

"Sorry, Lord Yunchuan..."

"It's okay, you did the right thing. Liberating the southern part of the Rain Country was one of the goals of this operation."

"Then what did you give them to drink?"

"It's just boiled water."

"I thought..."

"You thought it was 'blood'? I'm not that extravagant, and it's not me who can save them, only one person."

"Who?"

"They themselves..."

At this point, the gentle voice suddenly paused, and then a little smile appeared on his face and said, "Isn't it awake now?"

The young man who woke up slowly opened his eyes and found that two people were looking at him from not far away. Obviously, the conversation he just heard was from them.

One of them was covered in a black robe and his face could not be seen clearly, but his figure overlapped with the last figure he saw before he fainted.

"Is he the one who saved me?" The young man thought to himself and looked at another person.

The man had a gentle smile and a ruddy face. He looked like a nobleman.

The person who wanted to kill him before was a nobleman, and the person who saved him now is also a nobleman?

Why?

The boy didn't understand, but someone soon explained it to him.

"You, you are..."

The warrior also woke up, but at this moment he had broken his hands and feet. He looked at the "noble" in shock and anger, and said coldly: "The leader of the northern rebels, Wushan Yunchuan!"

Hearing this title, Yunchuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Asa beside him, and both of them couldn't help laughing.

"You actually called us thieves?"

Yunchuan didn't even bother to correct his surname, but just asked with a sense of ridiculousness: "I'm curious about what I stole."

"Have you never cared about people's hearts from the beginning to the end?"