Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

"Yes, Xingxing is amazing, he's even taller than me." Murong Yu praised him with a smile.

Akahoshi was satisfied, but he was actually still thinking about going to the battlefield.

Ayu works so hard, not only because of his status as the crown prince, but also because of his status as a hostage.

When he came, Akahoshi had thought about what would happen if he made meritorious contributions, or if he helped take down Kita-O.

Then, who will question his identity? Who will be able to oppose them?

He told Murong Yu about his thoughts, but Murong Yu objected, not wanting Chi Xing to take the risk.

“Ayu, I am a man, not a canary you keep in the Eastern Palace.”

These words resonated with Murong Yu, and they convinced her to agree to let him go to the battlefield.

However, the prerequisite is that you can defeat one of Cheng Hu's men.

The next day, Cheng Hu and his companions saw His Highness the Crown Prince emerge from the camp with a beautiful woman, and they all stared wide-eyed.

"You are……"

"Red Star?"

The first person to recognize him was Murong Hao, since Chi Xing was just a twelve-year-old boy when he left, shorter than his peers and not yet fully grown.

But now that we look at him, only Cheng Hu is a little taller than him.

I heard that he had become a disciple of Cheng Yuankuo and had come to join the army to fight against Bei Di. Cheng Hu was the first to step forward and challenge him.

Based on his understanding of his grandfather, Cheng Yuankuo wouldn't have allowed Chi Xing to come if he didn't have some real skills.

Cheng Yuankuo only accepted three disciples in his life, and Chixing was the third. In his eyes, his disciple was like his own son, so naturally he would not watch him take risks.

Chi Xing agreed and followed Cheng Hu onto the dueling platform.

The two fought to a standstill, but everyone was secretly astonished. Chi Xing had been raised in the capital and was a sickly little boy when he was young, yet he could now fight Cheng Hu to a draw.

wrong.

Chi Xing's figure rushed towards Cheng Hu, stirring up a cloud of sand. Cheng Hu was only a fraction of a second too slow, and Chi Xing kicked him off the stage.

"it is good!"

In the military camp, only martial prowess matters. The moment Akahoshi stepped onto the stage, no one looked down on him. It was clear that he was fair-skinned and tender, and as long as he didn't lose too badly, everyone would encourage him.

But now that he has easily defeated Cheng Hu, everyone is full of praise for him.

Murong Yu's eyes were full of admiration, and she was also eager to try.

However, since his arm is still injured, Akahoshi definitely won't fight him seriously.

Murong Yu thought that once her injuries healed, she would definitely have a match with Chi Xing.

After Cheng Hu stepped down, Murong Hao, not to be outdone, went up on stage.

Later, Akahoshi simply stated that everyone was welcome to go up and take on the challenge, and as soon as he said that, quite a few people went up to try.

Half a day later, Akahoshi was still standing on the stage.

With the addition of a formidable figure, morale in the Dongqian army camp soared, eagerly awaiting the next battle, confident that Chixing would defeat his opponent.

The Northern Di people did not wait for Murong Yu to fully recover before declaring war the very next day.

The Dongqian army could not retreat, as their rear lay with Dongqian's city; they had no choice but to fight.

"Damn it, they must have heard that His Highness was injured, so they came here." The adjutant next to Cheng Hu couldn't help but curse.

This time, Cheng Hu led the troops, accompanied by Murong Zhan and Li Mu. Li Mu, as the strategist, was protected by Murong Zhan's men.

On Cheng Hu's other side was Chi Xing, riding a red-maned horse and wearing a red battle robe.

This red-maned horse is still the same little red horse from back then, but it is no longer the little foal it once was.

Saddled, it became a majestic warhorse.

It was snorting furiously, ready to charge up and kill someone.

The battle wasn't a one-size-fits-all affair; Akahoshi also had to listen to the enemy's shouts, which were nothing more than empty words like demanding their surrender.

On Dong Qian's side, they naturally retaliated with insults. After exchanging insults for half a day, unable to reach an agreement, someone stepped forward to challenge them.

Just then, the crude and uncouth general opposite pointed his sword at Akahoshi:

"Hahaha, you guys really have no one else? This pretty boy even got to come up here."

The people around him were laughing and saying things that were extremely offensive. Cheng Hu, standing to the side, gripped his spear tightly, wishing he could stab them to death.

Seeing that Cheng Hu was about to personally take the field, Chi Xing volunteered:

“Let me go. If the other side doesn’t know martial ethics, remember the formation we practiced yesterday.”

"Okay, come back if you can't beat them."

Cheng Hu was afraid that he was inflexible, and that the Beidi people were ruthless and might kill someone on the spot.

Chixing nodded, drew his sword, and charged forward on Little Red.

The yellow sand stretched to the horizon, and no greenery could be seen around it. With the sound of horses' hooves, sand and stones flew everywhere.

A heavy curved blade came toward Akahoshi's face. He dodged to the side, and the blade severed a strand of Akahoshi's hair.

The northerner didn't even bother to give his name, clearly looking down on Akahoshi.

Sure enough, that greasy, lewd voice came from inside:

"Hmph, you're quite pretty. Why don't you come back to Beidi with me, beauty? I'll definitely take good care of you, hehehe."

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through the air rang out. Akashi exerted force in his arm and, without hesitation, swung his sword at the man's waist.

"The barbarians of the Northern Di are worse than dogs and pigs."

Seeing the light, flimsy sword, the opponent raised his knife to parry, his eyes full of contempt, as if watching a child play, not taking Akahoshi seriously at all.

"Ha, pretty boy... uh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the weapons clashed, producing a piercing buzzing sound.

Amidst the anxious gaze of the Dongqian soldiers and the constant teasing of the Beidi soldiers, the young general in red wielded a sword that cut through iron like mud, severing the enemy's broadsword in two.

Then, before anyone could see it clearly, blood sprayed into the air, splashing onto the nearby grass and trees along with the dust, staining the yellow sandy land a bright red.

With a gurgling sound, the head rolled a few times on the ground, and the headless body on the black horse slowly fell off.

Only the sound of the wind remained on the field. A few seconds later, the Dongqian soldiers let out a deafening shout.

"it is good!!"

"Dongqian will surely win!"

Blood smeared on Akahoshi's fair face, she looked at the person opposite her with a fierce gaze.

"Donggan Red Star, I accept the offer."

These words were highly provocative. After all, Bei Di died with his eyes wide open, so why should he be so deferential?

More than cursing them, Akahoshi's actions angered the Kita-Ogi people.

The Dongqian soldiers had already begun to mock Beidi, telling them to go back and train for a few more years before coming back. They said that with their mediocre skills, they dared to fight Dongqian, which was simply wishful thinking.

"Hmph, Bag, get her! Kill this bitch!"

General Beidi glared at Chixing, as if he were about to tear him to pieces at any moment.

As Cheng Hu and his group were about to come over, Chi Xing raised his hand to indicate that he could.

This time, the person he faced was Bag, the eldest son of General Kita-Ogi, who was more than twice as strong as Akahoshi.

Holding a large iron hammer in both hands, he came up and smashed it down on Akahoshi's head.

On the city wall, Murong Yu held a telescope in one hand and clenched her other fist tightly. She bit her gums until they tasted the metallic taste of blood as she watched the repeated killing moves, her nerves on edge.

"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let him go."

Zhao Jintong, standing to the side, shook his head: "He won't change his mind. Besides, Chi Xing's martial arts are very strong, so there's no need to worry."