When he woke up, it was already early the next morning.

Chen Xian is not surprised that he can fall asleep in this situation, whenever he encounters a problem that cannot be solved, and he does not go to the hurdle in the past, Chen Xian will use the method of "sleep and then talk" to release the pressure, even if he was made a scapegoat by the leader, carried the black pot, and lost the middle-level position and work of the company that he finally competed for, he also fell asleep and slept until dawn.

When encountering irresistible pressure, falling asleep is actually a kind of self-protective stress reaction of Chen Xian, so the more stressed he is, the more he can sleep.

When he woke up, Chen Xian was in a much better mood, and his mind was completely clear.

He wiped his face with a wet tissue, took out his phone and looked at it, but there was still no signal.

Thinking that maybe he wouldn't have a chance to charge his phone in the future, Chen Xian simply turned off his phone.

Putting away his mobile phone, Chen Xian sat there, looking at the fresh woods outside the car window, quietly in a daze, recalling what happened yesterday in his mind, and thinking about what he should do next.

In the end, he felt that he should go to the Zhuangzi he saw on the top of the mountain yesterday, at least to determine whether the brutal battle, burning, killing and looting he saw yesterday was real.

With a decision, Chen Xian began to act, he opened the car door, squeezed out of the cab, and took off the armor on his body one by one.

Yesterday he was so distracted that he put his armor directly on the outside of his denim jacket, and today he woke up feeling uncomfortable.

He took off his armor and denim jacket, leaving only his close-fitting thermal underwear, and then he put the armor on his body carefully one by one.

The inside of this armor is a layer of armor sewn with multiple layers of tough linen cloth overlapped, and the chain mail that protects the shoulders, arms, crotch, hips, thighs and other joints is fixed to the armor.

The armor is made of ten layers of linen overlapped and densely sewn with warp and weft threads spaced one centimeter apart, which is extremely sturdy and warmer than a denim jacket, which is just right in this cold spring season.

After putting on the armed clothes and putting on the armor one by one, Chen Xian felt that it fit very well.

This is where the benefits of Chinese-style armor come into play, and it is easy to resize, if not tailor-made.

There is also a larger wooden box in the cargo box of the pickup truck, which is also the armor to be shipped to the customer, but it is a pure Western-style plate armor, and the one who customizes this plate armor is a short and strong man of one meter and seven, and Chen Xian is one meter and eight meters tall, and he can't wear it at all.

After putting on the armor, Chen Xian hung the cold steel mountain knife and quiver on his waist, took out a backpack from the car, took out more than half a bag of biscuits from the small locker in the cab and stuffed them into the backpack, and stuffed the changed clothes, mobile phones, keys, flashlights and other bits and pieces into the backpack, and then put the backpack on his back, carrying the big black eagle with a good string, and walked towards the hillside.

After taking a few steps, he reversed again, looked at the pickup truck, and pondered.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Xian took out a pair of scissors from the toolbox under the rear seat of the pickup truck, cut the woven bag containing the armor, connected it into two ropes, and made a strap for the wooden box containing the plate armor.

After that, he pulled out his knife and knocked down a few small trees not far away, cut off the branches of the small trees, and covered the pickup truck with locked doors and windows with branches.

After covering up the car, Chen Xian put his backpack on his chest and the wooden box containing the plate armor behind his back, and then climbed towards the top of the mountain in the direction of yesterday.

Wearing nearly 40 pounds of iron armor, and carrying a wooden box weighing more than 30 pounds to climb the mountain, it is not a fun thing, fortunately, in these years, Chen Xian has been riding horses and archery, climbing mountains and hunting, practicing guns and sticks, having a lot of fun, and his body is quite strong, and he can barely climb the mountain with more than 30 kilograms of weight.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, Chen Xian took out his binoculars and observed the village below the mountain again.

The village was still the same as it was yesterday, and nothing seemed to have changed except for a few thatched huts that had burned out of what could be burned.

After observing for a while, Chen Xian put away the binoculars and walked down the mountain.

It took nearly three hours to go down to the bottom of the mountain, Chen Xian was already sweating and heavily clothed, he rested in the woods for a while, hid the wooden box and backpack containing plate armor with branches and dead leaves, and then continued to walk towards the village.

Secretly approaching the village, Chen Xian went around the east gate in the woods on the outskirts of the village's farmland.

Outside the east gate, there were still the same corpses on the ground as yesterday.

Chen Xian observed in the woods for a long time, touched the armor on his body, and strengthened his courage, then cautiously walked out of the woods and slowly approached a corpse at the edge of the battlefield.

Walking through a field of green seedlings and wheat, Chen Xian came to the corpse.

This is an unlucky guy who has been shot in the stomach by an arrow, and from his distorted expression, it can be seen that he died in pain.

Looking up again to make sure there was no movement, Chen Xian slowly squatted down and began to carefully observe the corpse.

The body was very thin, according to visual measurements, this person may even be less than 1.5 meters tall, with a thin body and sunken cheeks, which reminded Chen Xian of the hungry people in Africa in the news pictures.

The clothes on the corpse's body were tattered and almost didn't look like a piece of clothing, so that large swaths of his body were exposed, his bare skin was covered with black mud, he hadn't taken a shower for a long time, his cheeks were rough and dirty, Chen Xian couldn't tell his age at all, his hair was yellow and glued together, it was disgusting to look at, and his mouth that was open in pain showed black and yellow teeth.

Looking at this terrible corpse, Chen Xian hesitated for a moment, then plucked up his courage, took off his iron gloves, and stretched out his fingers to poke them.

Then he jerked his hand back and muttered in a trembling voice, "This is a dead man." ”

The dead man in front of him shattered Chen Xian's last illusion.

After staying for a moment, Chen Xian shuddered and untied the clothes on the corpse's stomach again.

There was an arrow stuck in the shriveled belly of the corpse, and the entire arrow had been completely submerged into the corpse's stomach, Chen Xian gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, and even a small piece of meat hung on the triangular arrow.

Chen Xian endured the fear that made his scalp explode, the desire to vomit in his stomach, took the arrow closer to observe, and the fishy stench on his face told him that the corpse in front of him was undoubtedly flesh and blood.

At this time, he could no longer hold back the overturning of the river in his abdomen and vomited violently.

The violent vomiting made Chen Xian's snot and tears gush out together, and he kept vomiting bitter gall......

Finally stopped vomiting, Chen Xian fiercely touched the snot and tears on his face and the bile at the corner of his mouth, grabbed a handful of wheat seedlings to wipe off the filth, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, put on iron gloves, picked up the big black eagle, and was about to continue to move towards Zhuangzi, when he suddenly stopped.

It's not that he was instigated, but a wooden stick next to this lean body reminded Chen Xian of something.

Chen Xian has been a martial arts fan since he was a child, and when he was in junior high school, he was clamoring to learn martial arts, and he almost didn't break his leg.

Later, as he grew older and matured, he gradually realized that the martial arts he was obsessed with, and the ancient chivalrous society depicted in the book, were actually mostly fictional things of novelists.

But this did not completely dispel Chen Xian's obsession with martial arts, but he shifted the direction of his obsession to ancient warfare and real ancient cold weapon techniques.

When he was in college, Chen Xian wandered in various forums and post bars related to ancient wars and various cold weapons, and sometimes even soaked in the school library day and night for a debate, to consult historical documents that were not related to his professional eight poles.

He later opened a themed farmhouse, which was the foundation of his connections at that time.

In this process, Chen Xian gradually learned some real martial arts classics, such as the "Yang Family Liuhe Eight Mother Marksmanship" included in Qi Jiguang's "Ji Xiao New Book", such as the "Sword Classic" written by Yu Dayou, who was known as Yu Long and Qi Hu with Qi Jiguang, and the "Arm Record" written by Wu Zhen, a famous gunner, in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties......

After knowing these martial arts classics that really existed in history, Chen Xianru was so precious that he downloaded them from the Internet and tried to practice according to them.

In the process of research and practice, Chen Xian found that the book "Arm Record" written by Wu Zhen is the most comprehensive description of martial arts, especially marksmanship, which not only records the moves and practice methods, but also makes an in-depth analysis and explanation of the principles of marksmanship, which is the most practical operation among many martial arts classics.

And in his research, Chen Xian also found that in ancient martial arts, the heaviest gun and stick, not any sword and swordsmanship, and only the art of guns and sticks can be used on the battlefield.

Knowing this, Chen Xian naturally became most interested in the art of guns and sticks.

After graduating from university, he found a job at an auto parts company on the outskirts of Jinan, and simply rented an old farmhouse yard not far from the company to facilitate martial arts training.

Later, he lost his job and opened a farmhouse, and Chen Xian even pulled a few of his fellow men to feed himself and practice marksmanship.

He has also had seven or eight years of kung fu since he practiced martial arts, and although he has no actual combat experience, he is confident that as long as he has a stick in his hand, it will be difficult for three or five ordinary men to get close.

Chen Xian's martial arts training was originally to realize the martial arts dream of his youth, and later it became a habit, a different way to exercise his body.

In modern society, it is difficult for you to use gun and stick skills as a means of self-defense, and if you have nothing to carry a stick on the street, you will be regarded as a psychopath.

Over time, Chen Xian was no longer able to even use the gun and stick technique he had practiced for many years as a kind of self-defense, so that after encountering a crisis this time, he only thought about borrowing the power of the firearm bow and crossbow to protect himself, and he didn't even think that cutting a long stick could also be used to protect himself.

At this time, seeing the long stick next to the corpse, Chen Xian suddenly remembered that if he really traveled to the ancient times without firearms, he might be half a gun and stick master.

Although the crossbow is powerful, it can only be preloaded with one bolt after all.

Thinking of this, Chen Xian stepped forward and picked up the stick.

It was a straight wooden stick that had been peeled off, about three meters long, very thick, the surface of the stick was very smooth, apparently often played with, and the small end was polished into a pointed end, and there were some scorch marks left on the tip, apparently scorched and polished.

Picking up the stick, tucking it under his armpit, and holding the big black eagle in both hands, Chen Xian walked towards Zhuangzi.