It can be said responsibly that Mu Qingyang was incorporated into the Kuyue army was a complete accident, he was just taking advantage of an oasis to take a temporary rest, who knew that he was just catching up with the Kuyue army passing by and stationing, Mu Qingyang, who was alone, was surrounded by thousands of Kuyue soldiers, and the general who led the team pointed his whip, and he didn't even have a choice, he was immediately incorporated into the first squad of the assault battalion, in other words, a glorious ...... Cannon fodder!

This gap made Mu Qingyang unacceptable, but as a captive identity, all his rights were deprived of one body, and the reason was very simple - there were only two reasons for wandering around the army, the first was a spy, and the second was a mercenary warrior who joined the army, since he did not admit that he was a spy, then he could only be forced to admit that he came to join the army without hesitation to resist the evil demons. Of course, no matter what kind of identity he is, his final fate is not much different, the difference is that the spy will be executed immediately, and if he is incorporated into the assault battalion, he will only be used as cannon fodder on the front line to die a few days later.

The assault battalion is a high-sounding name, most of the prisoners and mercenaries are used to fill the soldiers, and it is usually a forward corps with the highest casualty rate, everyone knows in the Kuyue army, the so-called assault battalion is the cannon fodder of the entire army, so everyone gave this cannon fodder corps a more appropriate name - called "death battalion".

"Name...... Race...... Age...... Weapons ...... good at "The military officer didn't look up at this unlucky guy at all, he knew that a large-scale blockade would be carried out in a few days, so that the inexperienced recruits might not have much chance of surviving even if they were really in the regular army, let alone the death battalion with a mortality rate of more than half. Even if you don't look at it, it's like a sad look of bad luck, in view of this, it's better to lower your head and not touch that moldy head.

"The name is Ah Mu, race...... Not very clear. Twenty-eight years old, as for the weapons that he is good at...... It's a sword. Mu Qingyang tried his best to make his tone humble, he knew that he was just unlucky to be caught by a strong man, there is no need to be too stubborn on other people's territory, a good man doesn't eat the loss in front of him!

"Fart! How can you not even figure out what race you are, did you jump out of a crack in the rock? The military and political officer was still angered by Mu Qingyang's tone. He slammed the table and stood up, most of the soldiers next to him were waiting to see the show, the military and political officer Lord Wang Qin was from the Principality of the Mountain Clan, and he was anxious, but he really dared to speak......

"You...... Are you a Spirited Aristocrat? Looking up and seeing the small single horn on Mu Qingyang's head, and the appearance that was indistinguishable from a human being, Wang Qin, who was originally angry, immediately lost his temper, he hesitated, and asked in a low voice.

"Huh...... You actually know about the Dragons? That's not easy...... To know. I came all the way, but everyone called me a mountain tribe? ”

"What do those guys know? You...... This is from ...... Never mind! Let's go to my tent and talk about it in detail. "Wang Qin is not an ordinary and uninformed character, he is the direct heir of the Duchy of Crazy Kuyue, so he not only knows about the situation of several major families in the demon world, but also knows a lot about it.

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"You...... You're really from the Dragons, and you're still a real Dragon...... Hiss...... Oh my god, grandpa! How did you get here? ”

Wang Qin asked about Mu Qingyang's origin, and immediately gasped like a toothache. Others can't figure out the situation. He is a clear man, and he is the future king of the demon clan. That's the nobles of the nobles, how could they fall into trouble here in the Demon Realm?

"That's a long story...... By the way, can you let me go? I have important business to do, and I can't afford to delay with you. It was easy to see a nostalgic fellow clan, Mu Qingyang immediately made an impatient request and said.

"That's not going to work!" Wang Qin shook his head, seeing that Mu Qingyang's face was wrong. He hurriedly said: "Young Master Mu, it's not that you don't want to help, it's really too much to help!" ”

It turned out that this Kuyue army was now carrying out a secret mission to stop the demons, and in order to ensure that the news was not leaked, it was not only said that the whole army was not allowed to release deserters privately. Even the passers-by you met along the way, who were unwilling to enlist together to kill the enemy, would also be killed in one piece.

"What kind of enemy are you dealing with, and you have to be so cautious?" Mu Qingyang couldn't help but frown when he saw Wang Qin's face, and asked in some surprise.

"We got the news, it's a coalition of abyssal cannibal trolls and goblins, and there are 30,000 people directly killing them!" Wang Qin sighed, their army only had more than 10,000 soldiers who were temporarily patchworked, but in this way, for the weak Duchy of Kuyue, it was also the strength of the whole country.

The Duchy of Kuyue, located in the remote mountainous area near the Black Prison Mountain, most of the people here are unarmed peasants, even this expedition, it is also under the strong call of the Duchess Kuyuehua, the young adults of the wolf clan and the tiger clan on the mine were recruited, and a lot of nomadic Niutou people in the vicinity were added, which was barely enough for a team of 10,000 people, even so, this time the team was led by the duchess's uncle Ku Yueshan himself. It can be seen from this that this Kuyue Principality is indeed enough to be small and weak.

"As a military officer, I can make you the commander of the soldiers of the thousand death battalions, after all, I still have some power here, and it is no problem to have them make you a meat shield to at least block a few waves of attacks." Wang Qin suggested to Mu Qingyang with some flattery.

"Forget it...... I am sure to protect myself and use others to save my life, but I can't do it, and I can't afford this burden in my heart. Mu Qingyang looked at this cunning tiger clan man and completely rejected the proposal.

"That's it! That...... I'll arrange for you to be my personal soldier. "Wang Qin rarely took care of Mu Qingyang in every way, which is also the result of the education he has received since he was a child, although the tribes of the Mountain Clan (in fact, the beast tribes in the demon clan of the human world) have set up their own doors in the demon world, but as the descendants of the main collateral family of the Wei clan, they still sincerely respect the noble lord of the dragon who is in charge of the power of the beast clan.

"Forget it, I'd better go to that assault battalion, no matter what, I'm also piggybacked. Always do your part. Mu Qingyang waved his hand, and simply said goodbye and withdrew from Wang Qin's big tent.

When Mu Qingyang arrived at the assault camp, all he saw was lifeless, and everyone knew the fate of being sent here, so most of them were not so friendly, since they were about to die. Naturally, there is no need to make a righteous attitude in front of others, in fact, even if someone does this, others may not look down on this person because of this. Most of the people here are death row prisoners, slaves, and mercenaries, and participating in this death camp is nothing more than for money and Bo's life, so naturally no one will take the so-called righteousness seriously.

In charge of the death camp is a very experienced officer, called Splitwind, a wolf clan, who is said to be a tribal leader who was captured by the Duchy of Kuyue during the tribal civil strife in the principality, a very famous kind. So there are a few soldiers under him who support him, and he can be regarded as an old fellow with authority!

Mu Qingyang was given to his subordinate guard captain called Ghost Iron to take care of him, he is also a wolf clan, and he worships the split wind to the extent of respecting a god, so Mu Qingyang's attitude towards him is perfunctory and pretending to be deaf and dumb, as a demon clan who is very arrogant in his own right, he doesn't like this kind of spineless guy.

In fact, Ghost Iron still has some skills, and Ghost Iron is a very famous archer among the wolf tribe. is also a fierce general who is not afraid of death. He once followed the Split Wind to fight in the south and the north, and his exploits were outstanding. But now, like Mu Qingyang, he is just a warrior in the Duchy of Kuyue and carries the identity of a slave on his back. He was a member of the Wolf Tribe, a general under Split Wind, and one of the leaders who participated in the rebellion of the Wolf Tribe, and was captured by Wang Qin after the fiasco in the decisive battle of the grassland. Since then, he has become a slave of the Duchy of Kuyue.

"In the grassland war, the reason why the big boss was defeated was because Wang Qin betrayed him." Ghost Tie told Mu Qingyang.

A slave who speaks ill of his master behind his back will have his tongue cut out, but in the eyes of the ghost, Mu Qingyang is a stupid idiot. The idiot doesn't go to the snitch, so Ghost Iron confides in the words buried in his heart to this idiot, and he speaks and scolds in the local language unscrupulously to vent the anger and hatred buried in his heart.

"Do you know who the big boss is?"

"Split Wind, he is an invincible warrior of the wolf clan, and a grassland general who has won a hundred battles."

"Who is Split? Let me tell you, he is a son of the wolf clan, known as the first warrior of the wolf clan. He joined the army at the age of fifteen and led the iron cavalry to travel all over the desert, and was invincible. Later, he became the general under the old duke Kuyue Heluxe, and made great achievements for the king to unify all the departments. After the death of the old duke, he repeatedly clashed with the king because he was dissatisfied with the arrogance and lasciviousness of the new duke Ku Yueyin. In order to vent his personal anger, Ku Yueyin sent someone to kill Marshal Splitting Wind's younger brother's family, which aroused the anger of our wolf tribesmen, and the wolf tribe immediately raised troops to rebel. This was exactly what Ku Yueyin was up to, and he led a large army to defeat our wolf tribe. ”

The big leader who got the news was furious, and he led three thousand iron horsemen, and the rest of the wolf tribe totaled more than 10,000 people to confront the grassland with the Kuyueyin army. Wang Qin, a wicked man, pretended to form an alliance with the big leader, but when the battle was at its fiercest, he suddenly turned against him. Our position was in great confusion and could not be defeated, at this time, Ku Yueyin's ambush soldiers took the opportunity to kill, and we were outnumbered and annihilated. ”

Wang Qin, a villain, sat in a high position because of this. Wang Qin is something, he is just a dog of Ku Yueyin. He used to be a general under the big boss, and the big boss regarded him as his brother, but he didn't expect this brother to be a wolf, a vicious wolf who devoured the lord. ”

Mu Qingyang couldn't understand what he was twittering at first, anyway, he listened very carefully every time, studied his language very carefully, and after a long time, he slowly understood. Ghost Tie taught him to feed horses, train horses and ride horses, teach him archery, teach him to use weapons, and then later, Ghost Tie's complexion was very ugly, because Mu Qingyang seemed to be born with martial arts, and within ten days, Mu Qingyang not only rode horses well, shot arrows accurately, and even practiced all kinds of weapons extremely pure, and was good at wrestling and fighting, and Ghost Tie couldn't win against him. Ghost Tie therefore firmly believed that Mu Qingyang must be a master, but he didn't know what happened to him that made him look dumbfounded. Ghost Tie suspected that he accidentally broke Mu Qingyang's head when he tortured him, and as a result, Mu Qingyang became what he is today, looking stupid, naïve, and looking like an idiot. However, Mu Qingyang's eyes became more and more energetic.

Ghost Tie was worried that Mu Qingyang's skills would be seen by people with ulterior motives. So he repeatedly told Mu Qingyang to hide carefully and not to provoke unwarranted disasters, but Mu Qingyang's strong muscles could not be hidden no matter what. Mu Qingyang has his own way, he lifts the manger in the stable. The manger was made of stone, very heavy, and it usually took four strong men to lift it. Mu Qingyang seems to be born with divine power. Every day, he lifted it with his hands, carried it on his shoulders, and carried it on his back, and he always had to come dozens of times. Mu Qingyang's courage made Ghost Tie speechless, thinking that the person in front of him was either an idiot or pretending to be an idiot. When the news reached Splitwind's ears, Splitwind laughed: "Who believes it?" When I'm an idiot! ”

The battle requires sending scouts, but there are not many shrewd scouts in the army, and Ghost Tie has just taken a few handy people out to patrol, so Split Wind only took Mu Qingyang alone and set off first.

The sky was getting brighter. A thin morning sun rises slowly from the horizon in the distance. The fresh morning breath, accompanied by the mist of the woods, is refreshing.

From the moment they left the camp, Mu Qingyang and Split Wind walked day and night, carefully advancing among the lofty mountains and mountains. Along the way, Mu Qingyang was very good at hiding traces, and many wonderful escape methods were as if they were born engraved in his mind, and he opened his mouth and raised his hand. Even someone like SplitWind, who is extremely experienced in escaping, is ashamed of himself, and he feels that this stupid boy is much better at escaping than he is. The two worked closely together. Many times successfully evaded close pursuit. However, Mu Qingyang is now at a loss. He looked at the endless prairie in front of him, and he was so depressed that he almost collapsed, and the confidence he had just built up disappeared in an instant.

"It's still more than 20 miles to the mountain pass, and there are grasslands all the way, so we want to avoid their tracking. It's like a fool's dream. Splitwind stood next to him, smiling.

Split Wind was tall, slightly emaciated, with a long beard on his face, and his whole body exuded a fierce and powerful momentum. Probably because I've been locked up in a cave for too long. His face was very pale.

Mu Qingyang laughed, he pointed to his nose and said, "I'm just an idiot." ”

Split Wind sighed, "Isn't there anything wrong with being an idiot?" What's so bad about not remembering everything from the past and starting over? You are highly martial, kind-hearted, and open-minded, and you can survive wherever you go. ”

Mu Qingyang nodded, and said with a little deep feeling: "Maybe my past is very tragic, it's better to forget." ”

"Rest, there is still a long way to go at night." Splitwind patted him on the shoulder and said affectionately.

Mu Qingyang was lying on the soft fallen leaves, and his heart was very chaotic.

Many strange things had happened in the past month, and his mind was full of questions, but he didn't dare to ask them. Mu Qingyang's fabulous figure on the grassland of Split Wind has changed from being strange, worshiping, and awe-inspiring at the beginning, to gradually becoming familiar, natural,

cordial, but Mu Qingyang still didn't dare to shake out all his thoughts. Mu Qingyang turned his head and glanced at the split wind lying beside him, his hair was already much whiter, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and brows were also deep, but his innate majestic momentum made Mu Qingyang worship him to the ground.

Things seemed confusing, Ren Muqingyang wanted to break his head, and he couldn't say why. Mu Qingyang was also open-minded, he didn't want to think about it, and fell asleep in a daze.

Soon he was awakened by the sound of the hoofs of horses galloping rapidly from far and near.

Mu Qingyang sat up and looked around nervously. The Wind Cracker next to him seemed to be asleep, and he didn't react. Mu Qingyang saw a cavalry composed of dozens of people galloping over.

"There's a pursuer coming, should we hide?"

Split Wind opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, it's my person." ”

Mu Qingyang saw the ghost iron from a distance. There were more than 30 cavalry in this group, all of them were very strong and well-equipped, and all of them had strong bows and long knives and three-zhang spears. When the cavalry arrived in front of the Split Wind, they dismounted and saluted. Ghost Tie stepped forward and hugged Mu Qingyang into his arms, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good boy! Well done. ”

Splitting Wind pointed at Mu Qingyang and said, "Give this kid a weapon." This kid is good, a good piece of material. ”

Suddenly, a terrible trumpet sounded on the grassland. Now the sound of the horn was extremely uncomfortable in Mu Qingyang's ears, and they were discovered by the pursuers.

Splitwind held a spear in his hand and shouted, "Kill!" ”

More than thirty cavalrymen immediately let out a roar before the battle, each holding a weapon, with the splitting wind as the central arrow, lined up, and greeted the pursuers who faintly appeared in the field of vision.

The two sides were getting closer and closer, about one hundred and fifty paces apart. Mu Qingyang heard a loud horn sound from the middle. The ghost iron on his left side shouted, "Get on the arrow!" ”

Mu Qingyang was very nervous and a little hurried, after all, in his short memory, this was the first time he had fought face-to-face with the enemy on a horse, and it was a life-and-death fight.

The effect of Ghost Iron's usual training was evident at this time. After Mu Qingyang experienced a moment of nervousness, the hand holding the bow immediately stabilized. He clamped his legs firmly around the horse's belly. The body is slightly sideways, the arrow is wound, the right hand draws the bow, aims at his target, and waits for the launch at any time.

The horses were getting faster and faster, and the sound of the wind was all over their ears. Dense hooves of horses rose and fell rapidly on the grass, making a deafening roar. The loud trumpets sounded again, and the two sides were about a hundred paces apart. Ghost Tie let out a loud roar, making Mu Qingyang's whole body feel excited. A tingling coolness swept through the whole body in an instant.

"Let it ......!"

......The roar of the arrows tearing through the air was cut through the air, and a dense cloud of arrows raised a beautiful arc in the air, shooting at the oncoming enemy from afar.

Splitter's men are all battle-hardened generals, their martial arts are better than ordinary soldiers, and their arrows are farther than ordinary soldiers, so Splitting Wind ordered his subordinates to launch first and take the lead. Immediately, the trumpets on the grassland rang out one after another, and the two sides fired three rounds of arrows. Both were damaged. Soon the distance between the two sides was only forty or fifty paces.

Ghost Iron let out an earth-shattering roar again: "Kill ......"

In addition to the huge and dull crash sound of the galloping war horses crashing into each other, Mu Qingyang's ears were the screams of the soldiers on both sides. The sound of spears piercing into flesh, the sound of knives slashing at bones. In an instant, Mu Qingyang rushed out of the contact point, and in addition to the sound of the wind, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in his ears.

Mu Qingyang killed the oncoming person, it was an ogre with a cloak of hair. The spear that the ogre flew over was dodged by Mu Qingyang lying on the horse's belly, and then Mu Qingyang's sword quickly slashed through the man's chest and abdomen. Out of the corner of his eye, Mu Qingyang saw the ogre fall under the horse. The blood on the sword was gently caressed by the cool breeze on the steppe. It quickly solidified and turned a shocking purple-brown.

Mu Qingyang strangled the horse's reins and stopped the galloping war horse.

On the battlefield, whoever can launch a second attack in the shortest possible time will have an absolute advantage. Man with the help of galloping horses. The weapon that is swung relies on the inertia of speed, and the power is countless times greater. On the battlefield, if the war horse does not run in time, even a general may be hacked to death by a nobody who gallops with the help of a galloping horse.

Mu Qingyang's riding skills were trained very well by Ghost Iron. With the help of inertia, the war horse ran sideways and turned around, and immediately flew again.

The sound of fighting resounded through this green grassland.

Near dusk, an ogre led more than 200 goblins to chase after him from afar. Split Wind and his men were outnumbered, and they didn't dare to stop fighting, so they had to urge their horses to run away.

A grove of trees appeared in the distance. With a wave of his hand, everyone understood, and they turned their horses' heads and galloped away into the woods. Entering the woods, everyone dismounted and looked for a hiding place to prepare to block the enemy. Splitwind ordered a wounded cavalryman to go out through the flank woods to the camp thirty miles away in search of the iron horsemen there to come to the rescue.

The ogre led the troops out of the woods, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately ordered everyone to quickly dismount and go into the forest to kill the enemy. More than 200 people against more than 30 people, no matter how powerful the enemy is, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape death in the end.

After walking into the woods, the familiar feeling in Mu Qingyang's heart suddenly gushed out. This familiar feeling made him so confident that he even felt that he could dominate all life in this wood. He didn't think much of it, and quickly melted his body into the dense grass.

The goblins were very careful, holding small shields, advancing in a staggered manner.

Mu Qingyang hid behind the tree and raised his hand without hesitation. A soldier fell in response, and the sharp arrow cluster was deeply inserted into the opponent's throat, and then countless long arrows whistled towards Mu Qingyang's hiding place. Immediately afterward, Windbreaker's men, who were hiding everywhere, fired a killing arrow at the enemy.

Mu Qingyang found that his reflexes suddenly became sharper and his skills became more vigorous. He quickly shifted a position after the long arrow went off the string, and then fired another arrow. An enemy soldier was shot in the forehead and fell on his back before he could scream. Mu Qingyang jumped up and down, ran back and forth, and shot five enemy soldiers with arrows, and then he was very unfortunate to be intercepted by the ogre.

The ogre walked at the side of the line. He kept his eyes firmly on the mountain tribesman with his long hair. Now that the ogre stared at Mu Qingyang's long hair, Mu Qingyang was very easy to recognize.

Mu Qingyang roared, aiming at the ogre's head is a sword. A concise and clean sword, a powerful and heavy sword.

The ogre raised his broadsword and struggled to seal the shelf, and for a moment sparks were scattered. The sound of gold and iron is deafening. The ogre's hands were so painful and numb that he suddenly felt that the person in front of him had a lot of strength. Mu Qing raised his sword and slashed it off the ogre's left hand along the long handle of the ogre's big knife. The ogre screamed loudly, panicking. In order to save his left finger, he had to let go, but his chest and abdomen were immediately exposed in front of Mu Qingyang's sword.

At this moment, someone suddenly raised a knife behind Mu Qingyang's back to attack. Mu Qingyang had no choice but to give up and continue to attack the ogre, and he returned with a sword. The goblin who attacked probably didn't expect Mu Qingyang to have such gravity, and the knife in his hand was immediately knocked crooked. Mu Qingyang turned around and slapped the sneak attacker's neck, and the goblin screamed. His neck snapped and he fell to the ground.

Mu Qingyang didn't look at it, and took advantage of a flying leg, kicking the side of the ogre who was dancing the big knife again. The ogre shuddered in pain, and the broadsword slashed at the ground crookedly. Mu Qingyang immediately flew up, and kicked his right foot on the side of the ogre's neck with great speed. The ogre flew into the air and slammed into a large tree, opening its mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood. The ogre's eyes widened. looked at Mu Qingyang in disbelief, and died in an instant.

Several goblins find the ogre knocked down. Screaming and running to the rescue. Mu Qingyang casually flew the long sword in his hand and killed one in the air. Then Mu Qingyang naturally took out an arrow from behind him, pulled the bow and shot it extremely quickly, and shot the enemy who was only one step away from him through the throat. At the same time, Mu Qingyang picked up a war knife that fell to the ground with his left foot, and slashed fiercely with the enemy who rushed up. At this point, more goblin soldiers found the ogre lying on the ground. They roared in anger and rushed forward in a frenzy, intent on retrieving their leader.

Mu Qingyang became more and more flexible, and without thinking about it in his mind, his hands and feet would instinctively react violently, and even a single elbow return could end a life. Mu Qingyang played heartily. You don't need a weapon, you just use your hands and feet, and you can use it as a weapon in every place on your body that can be used. He felt that although these guys in front of him had weapons in their hands and strength, they seemed to be extremely stupid and were not his opponents at all. Mu Qingyang had already hacked two to death with a knife in a very short period of time, and kicked three to death while the enemy was not paying attention, smashing one face.

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice shouting not far away: "Someone, someone......" It was the cry of Oni Iron.

There were too many enemies, and Splitwind and his men were at an absolute disadvantage the rest of the time, except for taking advantage of a little advantage when they first started the sneak attack. One person can resist six or seven goblins, except for masters with super martial arts, ordinary soldiers can't do it at all. The Wind Splitter was killed by the other party in a short period of time.

Splitwind himself was entangled by a dozen goblins. Although his martial arts are strong, he can't fight many people, and he has to always be on guard against someone on the other side to release cold arrows, so he was quickly stabbed. Oni Iron has been following him all the time, and from time to time he uses his magic shot to help Splitwind. When he saw that the big boss was injured, he couldn't help but be anxious, and he didn't care whether he was exposed or not, he tore his throat and screamed.

Mu Qingyang was fighting the enemy not far away, and when he heard it, he thought that the ghost iron was in danger, and hurriedly ran towards the place where the ghost iron shouted. Mu Qingyang saw from a distance that Split Wind was slashed, and immediately rushed forward like crazy, picked up the sword and chopped it. He had already killed red-eyed, and the whole person was dizzy, making the sword like chopping wood, completely disorganized, but his killing like chopping wood did make people shudder.

Splitwind's men quickly gathered from all directions, and they protected their big boss and fought their way out of the siege without danger.

Encountering this group of outlaws who are not ferocious, the enemy is timid. Now their leader, the ogre, is dead, the pursuers have lost their command, and the dragons are leaderless. Since there is no leader to supervise the war, no one wants to go up to die in vain. The goblins then slowed down their pursuit, but the fleeing people ran faster and faster, and the distance between the two sides grew farther and farther apart.

"You idiot, can you use your brains to kill people. Protect yourself first, and then kill people. Ghost Tie viciously scolded Mu Qingyang, who was following behind him every step of the way. Mu Qingyang was covered in blood, and even his long hair was bloody. He smiled at Ghost Tie, but his heart was very moved. He knew that Oni Tie was concerned about himself, so he said this.

"Laugh, laugh, know laugh. You idiot. ”

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…… (To be continued.) )