"Hurry up and get up for Lao Tzu!"

Shu Zifeng was in a daze, feeling that his back was kicked hard, and a burst of soreness suddenly came from his numb body.

Shu Zifeng subconsciously wanted to reach into his arms and take out the Nepalese saber that he never left to teach the 'master of that foot' a lesson, but the feeling of powerlessness coming from his whole body made him have to give up this unrealistic idea.

"I ...... What's wrong with me? Could it be that he was drugged by those two sluts last night? ”

Shu Zifeng, who was weak, tried his best to adapt to relieve the discomfort of his body, trying to find back the feeling of 'controlling his body'.

This feeling of weakness has not been experienced by him for a long time.

The noisy voices around gradually poured into Shu Zifeng's ears, and the previous voice of reprimanding himself sounded around from time to time, obviously, the other party was not aimed at himself!

Shu Zifeng gradually opened his eyes, and the slightly dazzling sunlight made the scenery in front of him a little blurred.

However, when he clearly saw his surroundings, even Shu Zifeng's tempered heart couldn't help but tremble rapidly.

Soft five-star hotel Simmons, blonde and blue-eyed bewitching girls, intoxicating red wine...... It's all gone!

Instead, there was a desolation and blood that felt strange and familiar to him, and the incessant wails of fighting.

The only thing missing was the sound of a gunshot like a jumping bean, but the tooth-sore sound of gold and iron clashing came to his ears from time to time.

Not far from him, a bearded man in black panelled leather armor brandished the broadsword in his hand, constantly kicking and roaring at the huddled figure on the ground.

"Get up for Lao Tzu, you lowly serfs, do you think that if you lie on the ground and pretend to be a turtle and shrink your head, those Mongolian Tartars will spare you?!

Take up arms and fight like a man against the Mongol Tartars who have plundered your homeland! ”

"Mongolian Tartar?" Shu Zifeng looked at the bearded strong man with a tall nose bridge and obvious Slavic characteristics in a daze, and a trace of bad thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

He raised his hands that had just regained consciousness, although his skin was obviously rough, it looked much younger than his original body, and more importantly, his sun-tanned skin could not be so pale!

"I ...... My body is not my own? Hehe, this experience is really 'fresh'. ”

Shu Zifeng, who thinks differently from ordinary people, has no fear and discomfort of an unfamiliar environment, Shu Zifeng, who has been mixed in the gray area and the mercenary battlefield all the year round, feels a little happy in this environment where the air is full of blood!

He took a deep breath, licked his dry lips with intoxicated eyes, stretched his hands and feet, and picked up the wooden pole spear left next to him, saying that the spear was actually a wooden stick with a sharpened and polished head more than two meters long.

"Although this body does not have any martial arts foundation, it is better than young, and the body bones are also quite solid, it should be trained by long-term physical work, fortunately, I was not old when I took over, otherwise this body will be so tired for a long time, but it will be branded."

Standing up, Shu Zifeng, who had completely mastered this body, refracted the bloodthirsty excitement in his eagle-like eyes, and looked at the Shura field that was fighting a hundred meters away.

Mongols in leather robes and retro fur hats, armed with Mongolian scimitars and maces, shouting in a language that Shu Zifeng did not understand, and the foot hoplites wearing full-body armor and holding two-handed swords or knights' swords, selflessly slashed.

Surrounded by dead corpses, both human and horse, behind the Mongols was a series of four-wheeled carts carrying heavy loads, the original pack horses had long since fallen in a pool of blood, most of the pack horses were full of sharp arrows, a broken flag was casually discarded aside, and the crowd of people was trampled back and forth.

Shu Zifeng's eyes swept and he realized that the battlefield in front of him seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, the victory and defeat had been divided, and the few remaining Mongols were just dying.

Although the white hoplites were few in number, the Mongols had a hard time breaking through their defenses, not to mention the fact that there were a large group of 'peasants' dressed in tattered linen like themselves.

It's just that although the remaining Mongols are in danger, the desperate momentum has deterred the white farmers and spearmen around them, Shu Zifeng is very suspicious, if it weren't for the white strong men in heavy armor in front of him, maybe the white farmers around him would have dispersed in a hurry......

No more than 10 heavily armored infantry were 'showing' their killing skills in front, and dozens or hundreds of 'beggars' with wooden poles and spears were watching and shouting.

Of course, these are not the key to Shu Zifeng, as long as someone asks him to kill, or kill without any 'sequelae', he is very happy.

As for the background of the times he traveled over, Shu Zifeng didn't care, even in that era of civilization 'nuclear peace', a person like him who licked blood with a knife head could live leisurely, not to mention the obviously backward and war-torn environment now?

Although Shu Zifeng said that he did not have much research on history, he still knew a little about the era of the Mongols, and the period of the rise of the Mongols was a period of turmoil and chaos in the Eurasian continent.

Shu Zifeng squinted his eyes and glanced at the white strong man who had kicked him just now, and the other party seemed to have sensed it, turned his head and glared at Shu Zifeng fiercely at the same time, and spit out a language that Shu Zifeng could not understand in Chinese: "When you get up, hurry up and kill the enemy, no one who has never seen blood in this battle today don't want to go home!" ”

Shu Zifeng frowned, and glanced lightly at the white middle-aged man who was riding on a war horse dozens of meters away behind him, wearing a full-body armor, and several cavalry servants around the other party, forcibly resisted the urge to kill this white strong man, and silently walked towards the battlefield.

If it were to be replaced with the body that cultivated qi before, Shu Zifeng might dare to try whether he could 'clean up' this place, but now this body without any martial arts foundation is no different from suicide against a cavalryman wearing heavy armor.

Although Shu Zifeng is bloodthirsty, he is not an irrational madman, otherwise, he would have been arrested by the police as early as the first time he killed someone.

After the white strong man saw Shu Zifeng walking towards the battlefield, he didn't care, turned around and continued to urge the other serf spearmen who were huddled up with his fists and feet and the back of his knife: "Lowly pig, I count three, and after counting, who is still lying on the ground, I don't use the back of the knife!" ”

Shu Zifeng did not rush into the battle group, he did not hurry to come to a Mongolian corpse whose head was cut diagonally, picked up the scimitar beside him, weighed it twice in his hand, and swept the whole body armor of those white people imperceptibly.

Then, Shu Zifeng silently threw away the scimitar and picked up the heavier mace, although this thing is more laborious to kill, but it is quite effective against the human body wrapped in the iron sheet.

The Mongolian Tatars on the opposite side only had very rough leather armor on their bodies, and it was obviously more efficient to deal with them with a scimitar, but Shu Zifeng picked up the mace by himself, as for the specific reason...... Even he didn't know it, he just subconsciously felt that this thing was more reliable to kill!

However, before Shu Zifeng got the first drop of blood in this world, a crisp and pleasant coquettish female voice suddenly flashed in his mind:

[Ding Ding Ding, La La La, dear Selector, or call you host, if you like, I can also call you the lord, the adult and even the Emperor of the Light Pole, hee hee ~~~

In short, congratulations on being one of the lucky ones among billions of people, chosen by the spirit of the conquest system where beauty and wisdom coexist, how about it? Happy? 】

Shu Zifeng, who was walking among the flesh and blood, was stunned, and replied indifferently in his heart to the cute voice of the middle two in his mind: "If you can say less nonsense, I will try to make myself have some patience to communicate with you." ”

【Forehead...... Ah, hey, you are now the lucky one chosen by the almighty conquest system, you only need to pay a small price to get unimaginable benefits, as long as there is enough time to develop, you can become the supreme existence, don't you have the dream of every second of the sky and the second of the air?

There is no dream, what is the difference between you and a salted fish! 】

"I have no dreams, I only like killing people and women, and, let me remind you one last thing, if you don't say something that interests me, even if I can't find your real identity, I can choose to ignore your nonsense!"

After speaking, Shu Zifeng's paused figure took steps again, as if the conquest system that appeared in his mind was just an inconsequential episode for him.

When the system elf heard this, she immediately froze, and when she encountered this kind of host who didn't think normally, she really couldn't think of a way to rectify the other party for a while, of course, the most helpless thing for the system elf was that if this man didn't die unexpectedly, she wouldn't be able to find the next host...... This is unbearable for the system wizards!

[Okay, good, count you ruthless! ] As the name suggests, the conquest system is a powerful golden finger that can build a territory to develop forces and armies, and the golden finger you know, that's ......]

"Getting to the point! I'll give you a second to tell me what you do to me! Shu Zifeng unceremoniously interrupted the system elf's 'cute-style pretending'.

The system elf took a deep breath, constantly comforting herself in her heart that all this was for 'freedom', and then said in a serious and soft voice:

[Newbie Mission: Kill the man who kicked you before.]

Reward: A village territory with unlimited development potential! 】

This time, a smile finally appeared on Shu Zifeng's cold face.

"Conquer the system, yes, it's kind of interesting."