The battlefield outside the city of Zunhua in the Ming Dynasty was full of corpses, and Huang Han, who was covered with snow and slanted his body, twitched his chest, and then moved, startling the foraging birds and sparrows.

The originally calm face distorted into a hideous and angry face, and a pair of eyes opened suddenly, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to have been stained red by blood.

"Ahem! cough cough ...... "The windpipe that was suffocated in the violent cough was finally smoothed, and a mouthful of dirty blood blocked in the chest was choked out. On the snowflakes of the battlefield, a lonely figure staggered in a snowy white, like a lonely ghost who was reluctant to give up the battlefield.

Huang Han looked at everything in front of him in a daze, the world in his perception was constantly changing between the real and the unreal, and the picture reflected by the hard-to-focus pupils was blurry.

The clenched fist rubbed hard against the eye sockets, and the stiff muscles tingled from the sudden force, coupled with the fragmented wounds all over the body. Without pinching himself, Huang Han could confirm that he couldn't be dreaming.

How can there be such a terrible dream. "It's cold! It hurts!? Huang Han, who looked around with confused eyes, was a little confused, and only felt that something was wrong, as if there was another person's story in his mind, it was so vivid, it was simply vivid.

"Ma Fuchun, Ma Erzi? I heard the words back to me. The head was not yet awake, and the beating information in his head had already urged the dry throat to start calling.

Who is Ke Ma Er? Huang Han's other mind was puzzled, but he was still anxious about the information that suddenly popped up in his head.

The only two soldiers left in the rush to kill, Huang Han saw Liu Yong being stabbed to death by a fierce and vicious Baya, he could even feel the temperature of Liu Yong's spurted blood, and only Ma Er was alive before Huang Han closed his eyes.

The snowflakes were still fluttering, and the white snow covered the messy battlefield. The eyes finally returned to normal, the bloodshot was a little less, and the blurred vision began to clear.

"Where's my motorcycle?" A memory was at work, causing Huang Han to constantly search the area, muttering that he didn't know who he was asking.

He suddenly felt something strange in his body, and stretched out his hands to check, "Oh! Oh, my God! This is certainly not my hands, how can my hands be so rough, how can there be so many calluses on my hands? ”

Suddenly shivered, Huang Han hurriedly reached out and touched his underneath, and only after feeling a large mass of things did he breathe a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's still there!" I groped my whole body again, and except for some pain that I could still endure, I found that I didn't seem to have lost any parts, and I didn't hurt my muscles and bones.

The stories of the two Huang Han in his mind are merging, in order to get some proof, Huang Han pulled the snow around him, and a human leg was impressive, Huang Han's eyes widened and he continued to pull, and gradually a Ming soldier appeared in his eyes.

The images in his memory emerged, and Huang Han knew the Ming soldier who was pierced in the chest, and knew that his hometown was named Wang Quantong in the Thirteen Mountains Post in Liaodong.

Although the snowflakes are getting smaller and smaller, the wind is biting, but the yellow man's forehead oozes beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

The head of the crow resting on the cocked half-wax gun pointed to this side, and let out several low "quack, quack, ......" sounds, which sounded harsh and sad.

The inexplicable memory in his head was urging him to open the snow cover and look for his former comrades, and his dirty hands trembled unnaturally but never moved.

However, there was not much time for him to think slowly, and the little vitality that was rekindled by the cold wind blowing on his body was constantly being deprived.

The people trembling in the cold wind quickly turned in the snow. A memory made him shout: "Motorcycle, my motorcycle ......"

Of course, there were no motorcycles in the snow, only mutilated corpses.

Ma Er's arm was broken, and he still held the enemy's half-amputated limb in his hand. It seems that he was still fighting until the last moment.

Corpses, corpses everywhere. What's even stranger is that when I see these corpses, I don't have a little fear in my heart.

Rather, it is a kind of indifference that is taken for granted.

When he saw Ma Er's corpse, the little spirit in his head that belonged to Huang Han, a cavalry of the Ming army, was completely dispersed, and they were all dead, thousands of elites! O God! How did it end like this?

The voices and smiles of the former robes appeared in front of him one by one, and those vivid faces now turned into cold corpses.

"Dog Tartar, build slaves and livestock, Lao Tzu wants you to pay for your blood debts!" A warrior shouted in his heart.

And Huang Han, who was holding his arms and trembling constantly, finally came up with an answer in his other thinking.

"I've crossed! Came to the ancient battlefield? Mother! The joke is big! ”

There is no time for sentimentality, and the cold wind that urges life does not stop for a moment. Everything has to be said after you live.

"Heroic life is just starting all over again!" Lao Tzu actually came to the second year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, and inherited everything from a Ming cavalry who died outside Zunhua City.

Very happy Tianpai Huang Han found that this starting all over again was really thorough, because he found that he didn't even have all his shoes, and he only had a dirty layer of linen similar to a sock on one foot. The cowhide combat boots on the other foot already had their mouths wide open.

It is possible that it was because this combat boot was bad that it remained on Huang Han's feet, because Huang Han found that Wang Quantong's body had no shoes on both feet.

The warrior instinct in his memory affects Huang Han's thinking, equipment is too important, Jiannu's riding and archery is not covered, and the possibility of being found to have an arrow piercing his body while walking in the wilderness is more than eighty percent.

But the most important thing is to keep warm first, and then pay attention to protection. Although Huang Han is an ordinary person who has just crossed over, he is also an elite soldier of the Ming army who survived the battlefield, and his fear and respect for corpses are far less important than survival.

Huang Han, who only had a broken cotton armor on his body, was shivering by the cold wind, he didn't care about being dirty, he was busy working around, and suddenly found that this body had a lot of strength, and it was easy to turn the corpse, but his stomach was too hungry, the person was too tired, and he was a little unable to turn over too much.

The snow didn't fall for long, it was very soft, and the robe under the cover of the snow was found by Huang Han, most of them were familiar, and some of them could even be named.

Huang Han worked silently, his movements were a little mechanical, he took two pieces of cotton armor that were still complete and put them on top of his body, coupled with the physical quality of the body itself, people finally stopped trembling.

The bare foot was also covered with combat boots, although it was shabby and a little oversized, but after Huang Han wrapped his foot in three layers of sock-like linen cloth and put it in, the patchwork shoes fit perfectly.

Luck was not bad, but it was also possible that the Houjin army had grabbed too much grain and livestock, and even many dead horses were abandoned on the battlefield and were not dragged back to eat meat.

Huang Han actually found a half-cut Qi knife that was pressed under a dead horse, although the blade was only less than seven inches long, but it was also able to allow him to get some horse meat in a stupid way of cutting slowly.

For the needs of war, the Tunguska savages of the Houjin never let go of any iron materials, and armor, arrow clusters, knives and guns all need a large amount of iron to manufacture.

Iron became a killing weapon in the hands of these beasts, so they were able to carry out organized robbery and massacre more effectively, and they were really lucky to find half a knife after Jiannu cleaned up the battlefield.

In order to replenish his strength, Huang Hanqiang endured the nausea of nausea and ate some raw horse meat. I didn't know when I would be able to get food, so in order to be prepared, in addition to the meat of the horse, I simply cut off another leg of the horse.

The eight-petal bright helmet that was equipped before has become a trophy of Jiannu, and it is really dangerous to have no protection on the head, and Huang Han has no good way, so he can only collect some broken cotton armor and cut it into pieces of cloth with a half-cut knife, and use three layers of cotton armor cloth and fine hemp rope to make the head tight, only exposing his eyes and nostrils.

"I'm actually a cavalry warrior of the Ming Army? Only eighteen years old! "The sudden encounter, being abandoned alone on the battlefield in the ice and snow, being hungry and cold, exhausted, everything is a bad thing, only being younger in his twenties makes Huang Sheng feel as if he has earned it.

"I am willing to use my wealth to buy a sun that will not go down." "Twenty this year, eighteen next year." It is people's best luxury, Lao Tzu is obviously forty and not confused, but now he has become an eighteen-year-old boy and has suffered a little crime.

"Heroic life is just starting all over again!" While chattering, he tied the cotton armor on his body tightly, and Huang Han showed an almost fierce look at this time.

Regardless of the past and present lives, the two Huang Han are not easily desperate, and they are not afraid of hardships and hardships.

Huang Han, a cavalryman of the Ming Dynasty, practiced riding and archery since he was a child, and experienced many bloody battles of life and death in the army for three or four years.

Modern Huang Han is an office white-collar worker, but he works tirelessly to earn the hard-earned money of delivering food in the wind and rain, which shows that he is also a hard-working person.

Huang Han, who is one, has the superposition of two memories, and his brain seems to be very good.

As it gets dark, it's time to leave the battlefield and find a sheltered place to spend the night, preferably a village and a fire!

The fire knives, flints, and velvets that he carried with him were all gone, and I don't know if they were dropped or seized by Jiannu, and no fire was found on other robes.

Cold before frost and cold after snow, although Huang Han at this time felt that the whistling northwest wind was blowing on his hands, but his body didn't feel a trace of cold, it seemed that cotton armor was really a good thing.

Huang Han regretted a little, why didn't he find a way to get a pair of gloves? Later, I laughed, there was no needle and thread sewing, and I was afraid that I would not be able to tie a pair of suitable gloves with fine hemp rope.

Huang Han, who was carrying a horse's leg, walked alone in the snow, with a half-cut knife pinned to his waist, and if he was discovered by any enemy at this time, his fate would not be too good.

Therefore he did not dare to go in the wilderness, but went as close as he could to the woods, and when he passed through the unsheltered wilderness, he always looked ahead and looked carefully before he galloped.

Just come to Daming, always cherish life, if you find that the wind and grass are blowing, it is the first choice to immediately drill into the depths of the forest, fortunately, this era is different from later generations, the vegetation is rich, and the woods can be seen everywhere.

It's not that Huang Han, who was pierced by his soul, was not brave enough, but that combat experience told Huang Han that the Jiannu cavalry was not an infantry that was in vain and lone in the wilderness, but also a Ming infantry with only half a knife in his hand.

Huang Han now has a little bit of confidence, as long as he is cautious, he will immediately run into the woods when he finds that Jiannu is coming, even if he may be shot by Jiannu in the back, he should be fine, the combination of the three layers of broken cotton armor on his body can't resist the direct shot of twenty or thirty steps of the bow, and it is still not a problem to face the projectile of seventy or eighty steps away from the bow.

Huang Han is not a big man in the Ming army, presumably Jiannu is just a hand-to-kill, there is no need to raise the army to chase after the people, and the possibility of chasing into the woods should not be too great.

Cavalry relies on speed, and if it can fight and win, it will fight, and vice versa. Experienced cavalrymen love to roam the wilderness and will not easily burrow into the dense forest and put themselves in danger.

He ran briskly across a small river covered with snow and ice, and walked up a small hill, and found a fire not far away, and it was getting late, and the fire was very eye-catching, and it was probably another village that had been plagued by Jiannu.