It was as if a little strength had been drained from his body, and his body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of iron skin, and he didn't even want to move his little finger. All I could smell was the strong smell of blood, and I didn't have to think about it to know that it was my own blood, and maybe the two workers next to me. It's a headache, it's weird, can a person still feel a headache when he dies?

Liu Zhiwei thought that he should have been blown up, and the nitro compound in the reactor should be more than 100 kilograms, and the explosion power should definitely exceed a 155mm shell. His last consciousness was to see the heavy mixer pierce the concrete roof more than ten centimeters thick above the workshop. It's no wonder that it doesn't crush when it is affected by such an explosion.

But as his hearing regained his hearing, strange noises could be heard not far away, strange talking, neighing of horses, moaning, and other sounds. He also felt the wind, and he felt a little cold.

Am I not dead? Liu Zhiwei used all his strength to open his eyes a slit, but the scene he saw completely frightened him.

The sun was setting like blood, and a blood-stained military flag hung beside his face, and the military flag was full of dead or dying men and horses. The people were dressed in ancient armor, most of which were tied with their hair, and wore red military uniforms, which were not known to be their original color or were dyed red with blood. A few have strange hairstyles and wear variegated uniforms. This is an ancient battlefield!

When Liu Zhiwei was in college, his roommate liked to bring specimens from the dissection room back to the dormitory for study, so he was not afraid of corpses, and he wondered, "Why am I here?" ”

He just turned his head to look at his outstretched arm, which was also wearing armor.

"What's going on?" As the strength gradually returned to his body, the memory of the body also entered his mind. He hurriedly searched for the latest information, but there was only a brutal battle, and a general kept giving orders to the owner of this body, and the owner of this body rode a horse and constantly passed through the battle array to deliver orders. Until the enemy is getting closer and closer, the owner of this body has no choice but to charge the enemy with a force. When an iron bone smashed with the sound of the wind, the memory came to an abrupt end.

Along his outstretched arm, he saw a middle-aged black man with bared teeth and grinning on his back on the body of an enemy samurai, half of his face was taken away by the blade, but his bow was still clenched tightly in his hand, and he did not blink his eyes.

Looking over the groom, several dirty-looking men in shabby leather robes appeared. They had scimitars in their hands, and everywhere they went, the moaning suddenly stopped. They kept bending down to get something, and then cutting something with a knife, and when they stood up again, Liu Zhiwei saw that they were carrying a few human heads in their hands.

It's the head of the Han people! The men unbunked their heads, tied their hair together, knotted it, and whistled. When some horses came running, they hung their heads around their necks, put the armor they had stripped from the carcasses on their backs, and then proceeded to cut off their heads and strip their armor.

Seeing that there were ten more steps, the two of them were about to walk in front of Liu Zhiwei, and the steel knife would definitely cut the neck of this body at that time. No matter how Liu Zhiwei came to this body, he didn't want people to cut off his head, he had to save himself!

The two men were laughing loudly with others, indicating that there were still their people around. The situation was unknown, Liu Zhiwei didn't dare to move, he still lay on his back, quietly retracted his hand to feel if there was a weapon on his body.

Only the leather scabbard of the waist knife remains, the bow is not known where it has been lost, there are still more than a dozen arrows in the quiver, and the wrist knife is still there, which is good. He gently pulled an arrow from his quiver and held it in his hand, holding the dagger in his other hand, squinting his eyes and maintaining a position suitable for attack, relaxing his body and waiting for the enemy to come.

Let's take a closer look at the sensations on your body. There are several wounds on the body that are painful, but they are concentrated on the torso and do not affect movement. That's enough.

The old groom's head was cut off, and then a blood-dripping scimitar appeared in front of him, and a tattered leather boot kicked Liu Zhiwei twice, and Liu Zhiwei's relaxed body looked like a dead man. The owner of the scimitar then stuck the knife on the ground and bent down to pick off Liu Zhiwei's helmet, and Liu Zhiwei suddenly opened his eyes. The man's eyes happened to meet Liu Zhiwei's, and he was suddenly startled, and he hurriedly stepped back and drew his knife, but Liu Zhiwei had already let go of the sharp knife in his right hand and wrapped it around his neck, and the arrow in his left hand was deeply inserted into the man's neck.

The man's eyes widened, his mouth was open, he shook twice, and he lost his strength, Liu Zhiwei pushed him away, picked up a heavy looking knife from the ground, and got up.

Unexpectedly, the iron armor on his body is really heavy! Liu Zhiwei almost didn't get up.

The surrounding enemies were busy stripping off their armor and cutting off people's heads, and they didn't even see him. Liu Zhiwen walked towards the horse without hurrying with a knife, and an enemy in the distance just raised his head and saw Liu Zhiwei before he suddenly screamed. In the direction of Liu Zhiwei's advance, an enemy who was stripping his armor hurriedly raised his head, Liu Zhiwei quickly stepped forward, the heavy broadsword was pulled out from the bottom up, and a stream of blood arrows flew directly into the sky with the human head.

The other enemy was probably stunned and didn't raise the knife yet, Liu Zhiwei took a big step over there and twisted his body, and the big knife took advantage of the momentum to slash down diagonally from the air, cutting a big hole from the person's left shoulder to the right waist like a tofu.

Clearing the road, three steps and two steps Liu Zhiwei rushed towards the tall war horses. An enemy saw his intention and hurriedly whistled, and the horse was frightened and was about to run away, Liu Zhiwei threw a big knife and grabbed a few reins, then turned over and lifted the reins of the horse, and knocked the horse's belly with both feet, and the horse immediately ran.

Turning around, he pushed the horse's armor to the ground, and the horse was already running. Sitting on the horse and looking around, there were corpses and enemies near and far, but the enemies were all doing the same job, and they didn't react for a while, just watching Liu Zhiwei run towards the avenue in the river valley.

Liu Zhiwei remembers that before the battle began, they were breaking through to the east, and now it seems that going east alone may not be a good choice. He glanced at the direction and ran westward. An enemy jumped on his horse in front of him, and Liu Zhiwei took off the enemy's bow from his horse and shot it without thinking about it. At a distance of more than ten paces, the blind man can't miss it. After shooting four or five people in a row, he finally broke out of the encirclement.

But there was a shot from behind, grazing his scalp and flying past, and suddenly he felt a heavy blow on his back, and a piercing pain made him almost fall off his horse. He hurriedly clamped the horse's belly and fled in the saddle, pushing down the armor of the other horses along the way. But soon, not only did the enemy behind catch up, but there were also people on the side of the road who kept shooting arrows at Liu Zhiwei, and Liu Zhiwei could only keep firing back at the enemy on three sides while running. The battlefield was in a river valley, there was only one road, and there was no way to turn at all, but a small group of infantry appeared in front of it.

When they heard the sound of the chirping, they had already turned around and lined up on the road with their bows and arrows. Now that there is an interception in front and a chasing soldier who wants to survive and can only rush over, Liu Zhiwei gritted his teeth and pulled over the tallest war horse, jumped on the back of the horse while running, and whipped a few times on the hind hips of several other horses.