Jiang Yuyan felt that he hadn't slept for so long for a long time, and there were countless images in his dream, and he widened his eyes to see what was in the picture, but no matter how hard he tried, not only was the picture still very blurry, but his head was getting more and more painful.

Although he had a splitting headache, he still didn't give up trying to see the picture in his dream clearly and wake up as soon as possible, and gradually, the picture in front of him began to freeze slowly, and in front of him was a big man's broad round face, his eyes were wide and angry, and his beard was like a halberd.

At first, Jiang Yuyan just saw this guy open his mouth wide, as if he was shouting something, but he was in a dream-like trance, and he couldn't hear the sound at all, but as the picture in front of him became clear, the sound and other sensory feelings hit together.

The voice of the guy in front of him came, and it was a roar of surprise: "Brother Yu, you're awake!" ”

"I ...... Am I awake? So you ...... Who are you? Jiang Yu asked in confusion, from his clear sensory experience, he shouldn't be dreaming, but if he wasn't dreaming, who was this person in front of him? What about the seller called Luo Xuan before? What just happened?

"Me? Back to Xiaoqi, I'm Zhang Dake. Dahan was stunned by Jiang Yu's question, and introduced himself.

"Zhang Da Ke?" Jiang Yuyan doesn't think that he is a forgetful person, he looks back on his twenty-eight years of life as quickly as possible, and has never known a person with this name.

Jiang Yu subconsciously looked at this big man who called himself Zhang Dake, and his heart was even more chuckled - this person was actually wearing a cloth face armor common in the Ming Dynasty army!

Maybe ordinary people can't recognize the armor on this person, but Jiang Yuyan has been immersed in the antique circle for many years since graduating from college, and he can't be more familiar with this Ming-style cloth armor.

The cloth armor on Zhang Dake's body was full of dust and blood at this time, and a very good friend of Jiang Yugang was the movie prop master, and this helmet collection was largely related to this friend. Because of his friends, Jiang Yuyan has also seen a lot of movie props, and he has never seen it before he can decorate the battlefield props so realistically.

"No, Xiaoqi, you were shot by this Luchuan army ambush and broke people?" Zhang Dake worriedly stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Yu's head.

Jiang Yuyan was in a state of nervousness, seeing Zhang Dake reaching over, he subconsciously waved his hand to block it, but he didn't expect his strength to be surprisingly strong, and he pushed Zhang Dake to a stumbling side, almost fell to the ground, barely supported it with his hands, and sat on the ground.

"See you're okay, Xiaoqi, this can overthrow the most powerful with a light touch, and it's still reliable." A somewhat immature voice came from overhead.

Jiang Yugang realized that he was lying on a person's lap, he nervously slammed into his body, jumped up directly, and hit the man's head hard.

A miserable scream came, Jiang Yugang turned around and looked over, it was a thin boy who was a head shorter than him, looking like he was seventeen or eighteen years old at most, rubbing his forehead and complaining to him: "It hurts me to death, Brother Yuran." ”

Jiang Yu looked at him for a moment, and then looked down at himself, all of them were wearing the standard cloth face armor of the Ming Dynasty army covered with dust and blood. Looking around, it was a small, dilapidated courtyard, half outcropped and the other half sheltered by a straw hut.

There are several rolls of straw mats piled up on the side of the earthen wall on the side of the grass hut, which is suspected to be a place for people to live. In the corner of the unsheltered side was a rudimentary earthen stove, and beside it was a large pile of broken brass and iron, like broken sabers and muskets.

Jiang Yugang felt that he was on the verge of collapse, and his previous memory was still watching things in the villa of an antique seller, and suddenly his eyes were dark, and when he woke up, he went directly to the scene of the war in the historical drama of the Ming Dynasty? Even if the seller wants to hurt himself, he doesn't play like this, right?

These two strange guys call themselves "Xiaoqi" with a familiar look, what is the situation? He knew the title "Xiaoqi", which was the name of the lowest-ranking officer of the Ming Dynasty Guard, and theoretically could manage ten subordinates.

"I ...... I really don't know you," Jiang Yuyan has traveled almost all over the world over the years in order to collect antiques, and has heard and seen many things with his own eyes. He is not a person who has never seen the world or lacks imagination, but the current things are really incredible, he can't accept reality as a matter of course like some protagonists in time-traveling novels, whether it is really time-traveling or someone tricking himself, he must first figure out the current situation: "You call me Brother Yugang, my surname is indeed Jiang, my name is Yugang, but are you really not the wrong person?" ”

Zhang Dake looked at Jiang Yugang with a worried look, and the thin young man responded to Jiang Yugang's question very firmly: "Xiaoqi, we only know one Jiang Yugang, and that is Jiang Xiaoqi who is in charge of firearms." ”

"I ......" After listening to the young man's words, Jiang Yu began to try to calm his mood and try his best not to let expletives pop out of his mouth. He finally prepared a question that would put an end to most doubts: "What year is it?" ”

"What year?" The young man repeated Jiang Yugang's words, as if he didn't understand what Jiang Yugang meant.

“…… What year? Zhang Dake, who was sitting on the ground, also repeated, then came to his senses and replied helplessly: "What year can it be?" Thirteen years of Ming orthodoxy! ”

Although Jiang Yuyan had made some preparations for this answer in his heart, he still felt dazed after hearing it. Suddenly, he felt a little unsteady on his feet, and the ground under his feet seemed to turn into soft cotton, and his body was crooked and he almost fell.

The young man hurriedly came over and stretched out his hand to hold on: "It seems that Xiaoqi, your body is not yet complete, if you fall, a few of us will be helpless." ”

"It's not much better...... Zhang Dake muttered on the side: "Looking at Xiaoqi like this, I'm afraid that a shot to Luchuan Junyin will break my brain." ”

Jiang Yuyan couldn't listen to Zhang Dake's words at this time, his heart was in chaos, his body was completely out of strength, he hung his head and fell to the ground, almost dragging the young man who was supporting him to a heel. And this time it happened to shake off the helmet on his head that he was not wearing to the ground.

If Zhang Dake told him that the year name was a blow to the head, this helmet was like a cannonball that directly bombarded the heart. Everything around is unfamiliar, except for this helmet.

Jiang Yugang is too familiar with this helmet, isn't this the "modern imitation" I saw at the seller's house before, and I was going to buy it? Jiang Yugang can even vaguely see his face from the reflection of the helmet, Jiang Yugang is still Jiang Yugang, but his current identity is 1448 AD, the Ming Army Xiaoqi of the thirteenth year of Ming orthodoxy, not the modern antique lover six hundred years later.

"Haha, this helmet, cow, real cow." Jiang Yuyan felt that her tears were about to fall, but at the same time, she laughed uncontrollably: "Don't I just suspect that you are a modern imitation?" As for touching it, will it be sent to me in the Ming Dynasty? ”

He was talking to himself, crying and laughing, as he kept fumbling with his hand for his helmet, as if looking for some mechanism.

"Da Ke, Xiao Qi is this?" The young man looked at Jiang Yu's appearance, quietly walked to Zhang Dake's side, and clubbed him with his elbow.

"It looks like I'm crazy, so I'll leave it to my fate." Zhang Dake shook his head.

The boy was also depressed: "...... All the doctors have gone with the camp to attack Ghost Crying Mountain, and they can only hope that Brother Yu will get better soon. ”

Zhang Dake patted the young man's shoulder, looked into the young man's eyes, and his expression was sad mixed with a little fear: "If he can't get better, without Xiaoqi, a few of our blacksmiths will not survive in the face of the waves of Luchuan troops coming to sneak attack outside." ”