Chapter 47 This soldier is not simple

In fact, after returning to the road, Wang Yao has been worried about the whereabouts of the black army he met before.

During the reconnaissance, they encountered an army of 400 black soldiers who were planning to "feint an attack" on the second defense tower. Afterwards, he and Shi Liangda killed no less than 2 of them. Adding the number of people who succeeded in sneak attacks in the wild area with armor-piercing bows, and the 40-man army eliminated by Luna, Wang Yao secretly calculated in his heart that, all added up, there should be more than 400 of the 200 black soldiers left.

But where did the surviving black soldiers go?

After returning to the road, Wang Yao's biggest worry was still this problem. He was worried that the black soldiers would withdraw to Wei to report the news because they realized that their march was exposed. In that case, waiting for their main force in front would be the terrifying and unparalleled demon Lu Bu!

Until this moment, Wang Yao's heart was finally at ease. It was really a piece of cake after searching for it everywhere. Wang Yao could never have imagined that the remaining black soldiers not only did not retreat, but even stationed in the ruins of the first defense tower. This made him wonder whether the centurion leading the enemy got his position by bragging.

For two days, this black army has done nothing!

This feeling is just like encountering a lineup of five squishy players in a qualifying match. For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be happy for myself or sad for my opponents!

Looking at the group of black soldiers chatting leisurely was like looking at a pile of glittering gold coins waving at him; Wang Yao's mouth suddenly revealed a sneer, like a hungry wolf lurking around, greedily spying on the unsuspecting prey!

The centurion at the side stared in amazement at Wang Yao, who suddenly seemed like a different person, with a hint of horror in his eyes; he had climbed from a small soldier to his current position as a centurion, so he was naturally experienced in many battles and could be considered a man who had seen the world, but at this moment, seeing the coldness that inadvertently flashed in Wang Yao's eyes, he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

To be honest, when he first met this vanguard, the captain looked down on Wang Yao. Not only because he acted too close to Luna, and not only because they were the main force of Shu and could not be compared with the vanguard in terms of combat effectiveness, but more importantly, Wang Yao did not look like a soldier at all!

He had a well-proportioned body that was neither thin nor strong, and his delicate features were slightly heroic because of his sword-like eyebrows. His skin was as white as a woman's (this was exactly the same as Su An's). Standing in the main force, he looked so out of place with those strong and dark soldiers! How could he look like a soldier? Could he be a playboy from a wealthy family who came to the army to get military merits?
The centurion who had fought his way up from the bottom, step by step through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, had always despised those soldiers from wealthy families who tried to take advantage of the situation in the legion!
But now, looking at the tangible coldness in Wang Yao's eyes, these negative impressions are gradually disintegrating.

There is no doubt that the scout beside him has also killed many people. He is very familiar with this look. He would not become like this if he had not killed dozens of people!
But these were not the sources of fear for the centurion. Having participated in many battles, he had seen many such cold looks. What really frightened him was the look in the eyes of this scout when he looked at the black-armored soldiers.

That was a look that didn't treat people as human beings! To be more precise, the way this scout looked at the black-armored soldiers was more like looking at a pile of gold coins. It was greedy and cold, and nothing else. How many people did a person have to kill, or what did he see through, to be able to treat living people as dead objects like objects?

The centurion admitted that he could not do it. Although he had killed many people, every time he faced the enemy, he knew clearly in his mind that the enemy in front of him was also a "person" with flesh and blood like himself, not an object or a dead thing!

In fact, the centurion believed that only heroes would look at the soldiers in this way, because in the eyes of heroes, the soldiers were just "things" that existed to highlight their own strength!
This little soldier is not simple.
Swallowing his saliva to dispel the shock in his heart, the centurion asked subconsciously: "What do you think?"

After a while, Wang Yao seemed to realize that the captain was asking him, not Luna.

Wang Yao was stunned, looking at the centurion, and couldn't understand why the centurion had restrained all his hostility and even felt a little awed? But this doubt didn't bother him for too long. At this time, Wang Yao only had the 200 black soldiers in his eyes. They were the cornerstone of his deification!

Thinking of this, Wang Yao, who was worried that the black soldiers would find out and flee, could not wait to raise his hand and clench his fist and said, "As I said just now, the troops will be divided into two groups. They will encircle the black soldiers from the left and right and block their retreat to form a circle. Don't let any of them escape!"

"Understood!" The centurion nodded, and then respectfully said to Luna who wanted to set off together: "Lady Luna, please rest here. You need to maintain enough physical strength before attacking the tower."

"Is everything okay?" Luna inserted the mercury scimitar held in her slender fingers back into the ground.

Looking at the black-armored army in the distance, the captain smiled contemptuously: "They are just the vanguards of the Wei State. Why would our heroes have to take action?" Then, he raised the big knife in his hand and ordered the main force behind him: "All soldiers, prepare to harvest!"

The main force then began to divide into two groups in an orderly manner, and entered the lush grass on both sides of the road in batches. Unlike when they were on the road, this time, there was no sound when the troops moved!
"This centurion is actually a pretty good general, but he is too blindly worshipping of your hero." Wang Yao turned and smiled at Luna. Then, while the girl looked confused, Wang Yao raised the armor-piercing bow, put an arrow on it, and pulled the bow!
Wang Yao aimed the arrow steadily at a black soldier who was laughing and talking loudly with his companions. He recalled the scene of being chased all over the road like a rat by them two days ago. His eyes, which were as dark as night, suddenly burned with a bloodshot color.

Humph, the tide has turned, and today it’s your turn! Prepare to die!
(End of this chapter)