Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

"You guys are from Beijiang! Don't embarrass Beijiang!"

Muto's hoarse growl silenced most of the wailing.For these Beijiang sons who have been nurtured since childhood, the honor of Beijiang's homeland is above everything else.

The scene was instantly silent, and time seemed to stop turning at this moment.

"Everyone, retreat in an orderly manner!"

Muto's brain has never been as clear as it is now, and he methodically began to order and direct——

"Hurry up and send out a signal, call the remaining horses and cavalry to come over to cover, and at the same time use the horn to contact His Royal Highness Seventh Princess, General Wanyan!"

".As long as General Wanyan arrives, everything will be solved!"

"...the rest, try to buy time before blowing the horn!"

"...If you don't want to be hacked to death by that undead monster! Everyone, take action immediately!"

Everyone froze for a moment under Muto's words. They had never seen such a decisive and brilliant Muto, just like real gold always shines. They saw a leader and general in Muto. charm
That kind of leadership charisma that I have only seen in the Northern Border God of War General Wanyan and the Northern Border King.

After a brief absence, the northern Xinjiang cavalry immediately began to act.

The previous bewilderment was gone, and all the northern Xinjiang cavalry started the action plan tacitly, with the momentum like a waterfall splashing down the cliff.

Even the Northern Xinjiang warhorses under them seemed to feel the master's high will to fight!

Mechanically obeying orders and stopping thinking caused a miraculous situation.

It should be impossible for such an undisturbed movement to happen a second time.

The northern Xinjiang cavalry confirmed to each other what to do-the cavalry who were responsible for sounding the horn and making contact must be protected.

The cavalry who took a few steps back put down the scimitar and took out the horn from the backpack on his body.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As if reacting to the action of taking out the horn, several undead soldiers started running, and the target was the cavalry warrior who took out the horn!

Everyone's heart is half cold. Does the other party want to destroy the way to prevent them from escaping and kill them all?

The monster like a pitch-black turbid stream is constantly approaching, and everyone knows that as long as they step forward to block it, there will only be a dead end.

But
For the hope of survival, for the honor of Beijiang, and for the camaraderie that we get along day and night.
These hot-blooded cavalry from northern Xinjiang still chose to launch a counter-charge against the opponent one after another, like a breakwater against the black turbid current. Although it is fragile, it makes people feel a little respect.

Use more intense fear to obliterate the fear in front of you and stand up to block it.

The tall "Undead Warrior", as long as the tower shield in his hand moves, some Northern Xinjiang cavalry will be knocked into the air.

The sword light of the huge corrugated long sword flashed, and the upper and lower bodies of the northern cavalrymen were separated.

"Di Yun! Modo! Cut off the heads of those who died under the sword of this monster. If you don't hurry up, they will also become zombies!"

As the interim commander, Muto watched the whole battle calmly.

The northern Xinjiang cavalrymen who were named rushed to the brothers who had been brutally killed before.

The shield waved again, and the cavalry flew in the air, and the body was cut in two by the rippled long sword swung one after another.

In the blink of an eye, four more brothers died.

It is inevitable.

Although Muto also had fear in his heart, he still chose to face the coming of the dark storm with his sword, just like a martyr ready to die generously.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Even if there was no chance of winning, Muto didn't intend to sit still, he let out a high battle cry, and swung the scimitar in his hand at the oncoming "Undead Warrior" with all his strength.

I don't know if it was because of this life-and-death limit stage that Muto's muscle strength broke through the limit, and he swung a knife that surprised even himself, and it was also the best knife in his life.

The "undead soldier" in front of him also swung the corrugated sword in his hand at the same time.

After a flash, Muto's eyes twirled───
All he saw was his headless body slumped to the ground.

Muto's scimitar was powerless to cut through the empty space.

And at the same time, the sound of the northern Xinjiang horn shook the sky
Muto knew that maybe it was too late for him, but at least for other comrades, he should still be able to survive.

So, it's not a loss.