C1527 Spirit of the Warrior (1/2)

Qian Tianyongerlang belonged to the command of the Hidden Fog Kid among the volunteer troops. Under the command of the Hidden Fog Kid, there were a few cavalry squadrons that were used for intelligence transmission and espionage, the rest were for logistics management, the large manpower transfers and the transportation of goods and materials in the rear were all under the control of the Sister Wu.

Qian Tianyongerlang was not a simple person. He was a cavalry Company Commander and, at the same time, due to his work under the Hidden Fog Kid, he was also an external intelligence team leader of the CIA. His dual identity was not something that ordinary soldiers could hold, and people like Dao Jinfeiniao and the rest did not mixed together into a dual identity.

Qian Tianyongerlang claimed to be number one in the way of the sword as well as a master in the way of sword techniques. He was able to throw the blade-opening Katana past the three meter high ceiling and catch it with the scabbard on his waist.

They had to be highly valued, and most importantly, the samurai did not have any problems with the talents of the Great Qing. If there was a warrior in Great Qing with such skills, she would have died a long time ago, how could they be scouts?

Only these Fusang Ninjas from the poverty-stricken islands, even if they were warriors from famous families, would not dare to be disrespectful to the continent's civilization, furthermore, Japanese was more particular about being competent, or not being able to do it.

Honestly speaking, what Qian Tianyongerlang had done was enough, he ran for more than 200 Li in one night, the 100 over brothers had killed all the way until there were only four left, he himself was also covered in wounds, he had completed his own mission, and had successfully brought the information back to the Haishenwai.

A wounded soldier like him should be protected by others, but the pride and noble blood of his own warrior had forced him not to be a cowardly tortoise. The blood and screams of the people had stimulated his dignity, making him a warrior who was about to fight until the very last moment.

”There are still brothers who aren't alive! ”Follow me …” With a roar, Qian Tianyongerlang turned his horse and took out the Katana that the patriarch bestowed upon him.

The old ginseng head at the side was caught off guard. He did not expect this fellow to use such a sure-fire attack, but the moment he reached out his hand, he missed.

”Are you crazy? ”You're covered in wounds, how are you going to hit me …”

”Don't worry about me, send the information out! The task has been handed over to you... God of Heaven will bless you! ”

”I'll go, I'll go!” ”I, I, I …” old ginseng head was so excited that his beard started to fly, ”God of Heaven is not our family's god, can he protect you? ”You idiot, hurry up and come back …”

At this time, he had no other choice. The two young men in the two houses beside him grabbed onto old ginseng head from both sides. ”Grandfather, leave quickly …” Sending information is more important! ” The group of people controlled the old ginseng head and ran towards the east.

Qian Tianyongerlang held his blade forward and roared loudly, ”Where are my soldiers!? ”Where are my soldiers …”

”It's here!” A loud roar came from the side of a healthy horse. Its butt was stabbed by a dagger until it was bleeding profusely. The rider immediately ripped off the leather clothing to reveal the military uniform underneath. There was also a row of hand grenades carrying warmth.

”I am Hong Ye of the former vassal force, I use it lightly... Today, the jade shattered! Please tell my family, I did not lose face for my family, I died on the way! The soul of a three hundred year old warrior, cannot be lost in my hands! ”

Qian Tianyongerlang's eyes filled with hot tears. It was a good place to die! After you have taken the road ahead, I will follow you! ”

”AHH!” The warrior who was about to die fiercely pulled the fuse with his grenade, causing a string of white eyes to pop out, and with a glance, he rushed into the Rakasha cavalry tide. With a flash of white light, rumbling thunders could be heard, and the ten Russian who were at the front instantly became a pile of meat paste on the ground.