Chen Xun’s sharp gaze scanned the surroundings. “I’ve heard the two nations are about to go to war; otherwise, they wouldn’t have us build walls every day.”
“Moo moo~”
Black Ox remained unconcerned. As long as it was with Chen Xun, it didn’t matter if the sky fell.
“Old Ox, don’t worry. I was born with divine strength. In another five years, we’ll go back to the countryside!”
“Moo moo!”
Black Ox accidentally smeared some oil on Chen Xun’s back. Chen Xun, annoyed, quickly licked it clean. “We can’t waste anything.”
It yelped, surprised, as Chen Xun laughed.
“Haha, as long as we don’t lose out, we win. Meat always tastes better.”
Chen Xun licked his lips, savoring the flavor. “Old Ox, eat quickly, and don’t let anyone catch us.”
“Moo moo!” Black Ox sped up, finishing everything in one gulp.
On a dark, windy night.
Two figures sneaked back to their quarters, unnoticed by anyone.
Two years later.
War broke out between the two nations, and the laborers at the frontier were forcibly conscripted as cannon fodder—those who refused were executed!
Chen Xun and Black Ox were horrified. They were so close to returning home—just three more years! Why now?
They dared not desert, for there was no safe haven left for them. Even the immortals might hunt them down if they ran.
The battlefield between the two nations was vast and chaotic.
Chen Xun, wielding his dual Mountain Splitting Axes, stood in the ranks of the cannon fodder, with Black Ox anxiously by his side.
“To battle!!”
“To battle!!”
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Outside the camp, dust rolled as warhorses neighed. Soldiers glared sharply at the cannon fodder—anyone who fled would disrupt morale, and entire villages would be punished!
Fear and pain filled the eyes of the conscripts. Wasn’t this just a march to death?
In an instant, the cannon fodder camp descended into chaos, as soldiers drove them forward onto the battlefield.
“Old Ox, attack!”
Chen Xun roared, crouching low on Black Ox’s back as they charged forward!
“Moo moo!”
Black Ox bellowed, charging fearlessly into the fray.
Arrows rained from above, darkening the sky. The shrill sounds of arrows filled the air as they flew down like locusts. One by one, the conscripts fell, pierced by the hail of arrows.