In a small, dark room, empty beer bottles were thrown everywhere, and the room was in shambles.

An old computer desk with a somewhat old computer on it.

Lu Yan was sitting at the computer desk, playing a computer game with red eyes, and he hadn't been to class for three days in order to get through the game.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and then he slapped the table fiercely, and scolded: "Why is this Huang Taiji so bullish, I have violently attacked so many soldiers, and I was still killed by him." ”

What he's playing is a game called Imperial Conqueror, a single-player game that I don't know who developed and became popular all over the country as soon as it came out.

It's somewhat similar to Age of Empires, and can recruit the strongest classes of each era.

He violently attacked a large number of Mongol cavalry, Xuanjia elite cavalry, and Western musketeer troops, but in the end, he still did not take out the Hell difficulty Huang Taiji.

Lu Yan looked at the time and found that it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and he unconsciously played another afternoon.

He lit a cigarette and casually puffed out a smoke ring.

At this time his stomach rumbled, and he smiled bitterly, and it seemed that it was time to go to dinner.

Just as he was about to get up, a prompt popped up.

"Want to be a savior?"

Seeing this, Lu Yan couldn't help frowning.

Could it be that his computer was hacked, and who the hell is joking with him?

He'd been playing Imperial Conqueror for so long, and he'd never heard of such a thing.

He thought about it and chose no with great determination.

He was sure that if he had chosen yes, the hacker hiding on the other side would have laughed at him.

You still want to be a savior, you can't be crazy.

Maybe he will take a screenshot and then upload it to the Internet, making Lu Yan a laughing stock for everyone.

After clicking on it, he observed it for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual about the computer, and it seemed that the other party did not link any malicious programs on the button.

"Looks like we're going to have to kill the poison."

Lu Yan muttered secretly, this computer has not been killed for a long time.

Just as he was about to exit the game, another dialog box popped up.

"Want to be an emperor?"

"Damn, who is this, play me."

Lu Yan couldn't help but curse.

Hacked into my computer, and came to entertain Lao Tzu.

Who wouldn't want to be an emperor?

But is it up to you to be the emperor?

Throughout the ages, so many people wanted to be emperors, and only a few people eventually became emperors.

Lu Yan thought about it and nodded again.

He would never let the guy on the other side get his way.

If you want to see his jokes, no way!

As he expected, it didn't take long for a dialog box to pop up again on the computer screen.

"Do you want to marry a very beautiful woman?"

Lu Yan was about to subconsciously no, but after seeing the beauty, he hurriedly stopped.

Lu is a manly man, it is normal to like beautiful women, but it is normal not to like it.

Those who don't like beautiful women are either or eunuchs, what if he clicks no and is mistaken for?

Even if you don't get mistaken for a, it's not good to be mistaken for a hypocrite or something!

Lu Yan thought about it, and finally chose yes.

When he pressed Yes, the computer's interface changed, and a large line of text appeared in front of the computer screen.

"Congratulations, great Favored Servant of God, go and carry out God's will."

"What God's Favorer? What is the will of God? Did I end up in the trap? ”

Lu Yan's face became ugly.

It was at this time that a black hole appeared above his computer.

Seeing this, Lu Yan's mouth opened wide in surprise.

The black hole rapidly expanded, and then swallowed him up completely.

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What is this place?

Lu Yan looked at everything in front of him blankly.

Under the gloomy sky, a group of ordinary people in ancient costumes were helping the old and the young along an official road.

They were all in rags, some of them had mud and pot ashes on their faces, and all of them looked panicked, as if they were fleeing people.

Not far from the main road, there was also a corpse on the ground, which had been almost stripped naked, and its dark skin was exposed.

A few flies were gathering around him, buzzing.

Seeing this, Lu Yan was startled, shouldn't that really be a dead person, he hasn't seen a dead person since he was so big.

"Young master, let's hurry up, otherwise Jiannu will catch up."

Seeing Lu Yan stop moving, a middle-aged man with a dark face and a somewhat vicious face holding a steel knife said to him.

"Who are you?"

Seeing this middle-aged man with a steel knife, Lu Yan looked vigilant, and at the same time he slowly retreated.

This guy doesn't look like a good guy at first glance, and with the steel knife in his hand, he looks like a buddy who cuts the path.

Lu Yan's eyes quietly looked left and right, there were so many people around here, if he shouted, there should be many people to help.

"I'm Zhang Xiaoyi, what's wrong with you, young master? Don't you remember me! ”

The middle-aged man saw that Lu Yan's expression was a little wrong, and he hurriedly asked with a concerned face.

It's just that he was vicious in front of him, and this approach to Lu Yan made him even more panicked.

"Don't come here, or I'll call someone."

Seeing that this man was about to come over with a steel knife, Lu Yan hurriedly shouted loudly.

Seeing Lu Yan's appearance, the big man looked puzzled.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, and a large number of memories flooded up, and Lu Yan fainted almost immediately.

Before fainting, he faintly heard a burst of exclamations.

"Young Master! Master!!. ”

Lu Yan felt that he was constantly jolting forward, and during this time he had a dream that he seemed to incarnate into a prodigal disciple of Shenyang City in the late Ming Dynasty named Lu Yan.

This prodigal son was born rich and noble, but he didn't know how to improve, and he either took his family out to walk dogs and fight cocks all day long, or fought bravely with others.

But fortunately, his mother's family is also a little related, plus a little eyesight, he didn't mess with any big people, and finally grew up.

But after the death of his parents, he remained the same, so the family road slowly declined, and those fox friends who followed him gradually left him.

Originally, according to the development of the story, he would eventually sell his property and even end up living on the streets.

But an incident changed his fate, and the Jurchens broke through the city of Shenyang.

After the Jurchens broke through Liaoyang City, he immediately escaped with a few members of the family and his only sister.

At this time, Lu Yan faintly heard some shouts of killing.

Lu Yan subconsciously felt that something was wrong, he tried to open his eyes and found that he was lying on a flatbed.

A little donkey tied to the front of the car was looking at him with big curious eyes.

He looked around and saw the corpses of several horses and soldiers lying on the ground, their bodies covered with arrows, and a large pile of congealed brown blood on the ground.

Standing beside the horses stood more than a dozen Ming Dynasty soldiers, dressed in red cotton armor studded with armor bubbles and wearing iron helmets.

Two men were holding what looked like ancient arquebuses, and the two long arquebuses were almost touching the ground.

The two musketeers were aiming at several cavalrymen in the distance, while the other soldiers protected them.

Lu Yan looked into the distance again and found that there were eight cavalrymen in the distance looking at this place with fierce eyes.

Seeing those eight cavalrymen, Lu Yan was taken aback.

The leader was armed with a spear, wearing silver chain mail, and an iron helmet with red tassels on it, and the others were wearing red cotton armor.

What surprised Lu Yan the most was not their armor, but the long braids they all dragged behind their backs.

Lu Yan, who was influenced by the braided drama of later generations, recognized them at the first time, they were all Jurchen cavalry!

Seeing this, Lu Yan couldn't help but turn pale with fright.

Coming from the era of peace, how could he have seen so many corpses, and at the same time he felt a little puzzled, what happened to these Ming Dynasty soldiers and Jurchen cavalry?

And he found that the man who claimed to be Zhang Xiaoyi was also standing behind those Ming Dynasty soldiers.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the dream he had, and Zhang Xiaoyi seemed to have appeared in that dream.

His identity is a member of the Lu family, he used to be a street child, and was later adopted by Lu Yan's parents.

Because of his gratitude for the kindness of his parents, he has always been loyal to Lu Yan.

In the backwardness of Lu Yan's family, many people left him, but Zhang Xiaoyi never gave up on him.

Could it be that dream is real?

Lu Yan thought with some confusion.

After Zhang Xiaoyi's afterglow swept Lu Xingguang up, he turned around excitedly and said, "Young Master, you're awake." ”

Lu Yan nodded a little blankly.

"Don't turn around and mess with my army, or be careful that I will kill you."

Among those Ming soldiers, a tall, dark-skinned Ming soldier rebuked angrily.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyi shrank his head in fright, and then hurriedly turned his head and looked forward.

Lü Yan found that this Ming Dynasty soldier was dressed a little differently from the others, his helmet was decorated with delicate moire, and the helmet was also inlaid with a delicate gemstone.

Although his body was covered in blood and dust, it was still clear that his identity should be extraordinary.

Maybe he wasn't a soldier at all, but an officer.

What those Jurchen cavalrymen said confirmed his thoughts.

"That Nikan officer, as long as you are willing to surrender to me, I guarantee your life. And let your men go, you see what happens. ”

The white-armored Jurchen cavalry led by him said loudly in somewhat stiff Chinese.

I saw that the Ming Dynasty officer sneered, and then said loudly: "You just a group of barbarians also want me Cao Wenzhao to surrender, that's a fantasy." I, Cao Wenzhao, was born a person of the Ming Dynasty, and died a ghost of the Ming Dynasty. ”

It seemed that the word barbarian angered the white-armored cavalryman, and he said angrily: "Since you don't know how to lift, don't blame me for being rude." ”

Then he took out his bow and arrow, drew an arrow from his quiver, and put it on the string.

The other Jurchen cavalry made the same move, drawing their arrows and preparing for battle.

Seeing this, Lu Yan's head was like a mess.

Jiannu?

Full of Eight Flags?

What are they doing here?

Did they come to kill us?

Lu Yan thought with a frightened expression.

The development of events did not surprise him, and he saw that the Jurchen cavalry quickly dispersed, and then rushed towards this side with their horses.

The speed of the horses was getting faster and faster, and looking at the eight horses that rushed over quickly, Lu Yan felt a burst of heartbeat.

Although there were only eight cavalrymen, the galloping momentum was definitely not something that Lu Yan from later generations could bear.