Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 413: Corpse Marionette Cavalry

Su Ming's alertness shot up to maximum in an instant.

He didn't walk over directly. Instead, he first carefully extended his divine sense to survey the area, confirming there were no ambushes nearby before retrieving a hard, dry flatbread from the hidden compartment in the carriage.

He walked up to the old soldier and handed the flatbread over.

The old soldier's hollow gaze shifted with difficulty, landing on the piece of flatbread.

He was stunned for a moment, as if unable to believe that in this world where men devoured men, someone would still share food with a cripple on the verge of death.

The next second, the instinct to survive conquered everything.

The old soldier's remaining right hand lunged for the flatbread, not even bothering to wipe off the dust before shoving it into his mouth and biting down fiercely.

The rough, coarse flatbread scraped a trail of bloody rawness down his parched throat, yet he swallowed desperately, his eyes rolling back as he choked.

Su Ming casually handed him a waterskin.

The old soldier downed half the skin, finally managing to force the bite down. He gasped heavily, and the deathly grey of his face finally showed a glimmer of life."Thank you... little brother." The old soldier's voice was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper grinding together.

Seizing the moment, Su Ming sat down on a broken stone two steps away from the old soldier and asked calmly, "Were you a soldier in the Great Xing army? With those injuries, were you pulled back from the northern front lines?"

Hearing the words "northern front lines," the old soldier's body gave a violent jolt.

The trace of vitality that had just returned to his eyes was instantly swallowed by an indescribable, utterly hopeless terror.

"The front lines... That's not the front lines... That's hell..."

The old soldier gripped the half-eaten flatbread so tightly his knuckles went white.

"Those iron cavalry of the Northern Barbarians... They aren't even human!"

rapid, his voice trembling with

and both the men and horses are covered in those weird red scribbles! Our blades couldn't even break

no fatigue... They're monsters! Demons

the old soldier spoke, the more agitated he became, as if he had returned to that battlefield where blood and

old priests with white beards,

old soldier swallowed hard, his

them from their horses'

covered his face, weeping

his expression

old soldier's

stood up and walked back to the carriage, pretending to

old soldier had provided four key pieces

"Impenetrable to blades and arrows, feeling

make perfect sense—by inscribing a variant of the "Solidify" rune onto the cavalry, their defense could be boosted several

Ming's pupils

weren't "living people" at

Second: "The red scribbles."

the "Solidify" rune and the "Control" rune, but the spiritual energy flow in those runes was always a dark blue or light gold. Red...

art: carving runes onto the skin of living people and then using a secret method to nourish them with human blood. This could unleash power far exceeding ordinary runes, but at the cost of...

the Taoists

cultivators were low in cultivation and had crude

cavalry was numerous enough to bury the cultivator in a sea of

cavalry stood

of at least the Foundation Establishment

importantly—the

why would

Barbarians deliberately let him

Or...

while studying the nearly broken formations at Iron Wall Pass: the more powerful a formation line was,

to return to a fixed location at regular