The sky was nearly dark, wisps of wolf smoke rendered strange clouds in the sky, and the endless sound of fighting seemed to be able to penetrate the sky, and on the endless ground, the original yellow-green land was full of bloodstains, as if the sky was dyed red, and the remnant sun was also dyed red.

Zhu Zhen, who was exhausted, sat down directly on a stone that protruded from the meadow of the hill and gasped for breath, and the gray-black cloak on his body was already stained with blood. The foul smell of blood reminded him of the slaughterhouses he had once seen. At this moment, this pampered body is like a leaky bellows, making Zhu Zhen feel like a ruined dog who makes people flee in embarrassment and steal his life.

The clothes on his body have long been soaked with sweat, and the gray-black cloak on his body has also been splashed with a lot of bloodstains, including the blood of those Mongolians who want to kill him, and the blood of those guards who want to protect him, at least Zhu Zhen can't tell how much stranger's flesh and blood is stained on this ordinary cloak.

Beside him, there stood a majestic general, with a face full of flesh, and a fierce face like a hellish ghost, holding in his hand was no longer the iron mallet he used at the beginning, but the mace snatched from the hands of an enemy general who was killed by him, and I don't know how many lives and flesh were stained with the mace that had long been unable to see its original color, and the rags and broken flesh hanging on the spikes on it and those blood plasma were enough to make people understand that between the fingers of this strong general, I don't know how many enemy surnames have been contaminated.

His face was full of exhaustion, but his big red bronze eyes still looked at the situation around him vigilantly, as if he would pounce on him at any moment and destroy all opponents.

There was also a eunuch lying on the grass panting hard, and there were only seven or eight sword-wielding guards scattered around the hillock, covered in blood and wounded.

From a small group of hundreds of people when he escaped from the big camp at the beginning, to an inconspicuous small team with a total of less than ten people now, Zhu Zhen's heart is full of grief and an indescribable sadness.

Just yesterday, I was just a bag on my back, standing at the approximate location of the ruins of the Tumu Fort, looking at the ruins that had been hidden under the loess, and only some almost invisible ruins remained, remembering the ordinary people of the 21st century who had a shocking war that happened five or six hundred years ago.

Who would have thought that he would simply stumble and seemingly make a mistake without the slightest danger, and he would stumble to the great era that made this ancient battlefield famous all over the world. Some fragmented memories left by this body made him quickly understand that he had actually stumbled into another unlucky ghost second only to Emperor Ming Hui since the founding of the Ming Dynasty: Zhu Qizhen of Ming Yingzong.

Moreover, he didn't even have time to sit on the makeshift dragon chair and put His Majesty's score back on it, when he heard one bad news after another, he was scorched on the outside.

The old minister Zhang Fu, a famous general who had swept through the four dynasties of Annan and was extremely majestic, died in battle.

The horse Jingyuan was killed in battle, the head of the household department Wang Zuo was killed in battle, and the secretary of the military department Kuang Ye, Shilang, and members of the cabinet...... The news of the death of a large number of prominent Ming ministers made him completely dumbfounded.

Before he complained that he had crossed for the god horse, he saw the military general behind him carrying a big hammer-shaped weapon wrapped in red and white, rushing into the camp tent, a black light flashed, and the head of an old eunuch standing beside him turned into a smashed coconut-like thing, and the whole person fell on the red carpet and switched, and the military general laughed arrogantly in front of him: "Wang Zhen, Wang Zhen, you eggless thief also has this name." God, I will punish this thief for the world......"

Well, this excessively strong military general who was still posing on the battlefield and playing classical Chinese suddenly shook his head with a lion, and his vicious gaze suddenly fell on Zhu Zhen, who was stunned.

Just when Zhu Zhen was thinking about whether he was screaming for help with his hands in his heart, or shouting at the hero, there were eighty mothers above and children under the age of one month in order to be able to save his life. The military general knelt down in front of him and said that he was guilty of death, but after killing Wang Zhen, a dog thief, he did not regret it when he died, and was willing to die to prove his loyalty to the Ming Emperor. After saying this, the general was about to rush into the crowd with a sledgehammer.

At this time, Zhu Zhen, who was blessed to the soul, finally woke up from the horror and stopped the general in time, so under the protection of this guard general named Fan Zhong, who had a super high military value, and a loyal guard, he fought hard and stumbled to this small mound.

"How long have we been running?" Zhu Zhen sighed deeply, swallowed the throat that was about to catch fire, and his voice was hoarse like a rusty saw. Everywhere he looked, there were countless fires and blood, and the snowy sword light shone like a meteor from time to time, followed by the miserable howl that penetrated people's souls.

At the beginning, every terrible scream would make Zhu Zhen feel like a saw was torturing his nerves, and he simply hypnotized himself, treating all this as a blockbuster shooting scene, and he was just an extras on the scene.

Maybe it's self-hypnosis that works, maybe it's because I'm numb from listening too much, in short, now Zhu Zhen has gone from almost unable to walk and vomiting while walking, to being able to trot briskly, and just now, when he saw half of his head flying over, he could even think of Beckham's classic banana ball in his head......

It seems that everything is scarce and expensive, and if you see too many killings, you will become numb, after all, anyone who listens to and watches the large-scale armed battle of more than 200,000 people for several hours will produce serious visual and auditory numbness.

"If I tell the students about my current experience when I go back, I don't know if anyone will believe me, I'm afraid that most of them will just fool them again, right?" Zhu Zhen looked at the shallow wound on his left arm, and couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart. It was half an hour later, a Mongolian centurion or a thousand lady, killed two guards protecting him in a row, rushed into the protective circle, and then swung his scimitar at his head.

At that time, in addition to subconsciously posing a humiliating posture of shrinking his head and bending over and raising his hands, he couldn't even raise the courage to fight back, fortunately, it was this Fan Zhong who was saved in time, otherwise, I am afraid that it would be more than just a faint wound on the forearm.

Maybe he will become the shortest-lived ghost in history, and he didn't even have the opportunity to write the traverser Zhu Zhen on the muddy ground for five or six hundred years, maybe the gang of evil bastards of the Time and Space Administration will treat themselves as jokes and tell those reserve traversers who are still in the preparation stage after being hit by lightning and being hit by a car, as a typical negative teaching material, nailed to the pillar of shame of the tide of the times.

"Back to Your Majesty, we have been away from the camp for two hours, and I am afraid that in another quarter or two hours, it will be completely dark." The sturdy military general called Fan Zhong replied respectfully with his fists clasped towards Zhu Zhen. "At that point, we will have a better chance of escaping here."

"Your Majesty, please use some water." The eunuch who had been lying on the ground and gasping for breath for a long time had already knelt down in front of Zhu Zhen, holding about half of the sheepskin bladder in his hand and handing it to Zhu Zhen's eyes.

Listening to the sound of swaying water, Zhu Zhen, who was already dry-mouthed, subconsciously reached out to take it, but the pair of longing eyes around him were like bundles of searchlights, which made Zhu Zhen's hand that had already held the water bladder pause.

"You have escorted me for such a long way, and you have fought hard to kill the enemy all the way, so you can protect me well, you must have been thirsty for a long time, General Fan, you and these guards should even out this little water." Zhu Zhen, oh no, I should have asked Zhu Qizhen to get up with the water bladder and handed it to Fan Zhong behind him.

Fan Zhong was stunned for a moment, looking at the water bladder that was only about half a bag of water, and couldn't help but subconsciously swallow his saliva, but what came out of his mouth was the opposite. "Back to Your Majesty, the last general is not thirsty, you should use it."

"I'll let you drink, it's an order." Zhu Qizhen licked his lips and glared at this Fan Zhong, his hoarse voice couldn't help but sink.

"Your Majesty, you should use it, I'm really not thirsty." One of the guards standing on the other side also walked over and said respectfully.

Looking at these people, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but sigh, in the future generations, this kind of behavior is afraid that it is similar to the living Lei Feng, and the outstanding young people in the harmonious society in the 21st century will describe this behavior as stupid B, and let the donkey kick the clouds with his head.

In ancient times, this kind of behavior was called loyalty to the liver and courage, allowing countless literati and writers to recite a noble sentiment through the ages, which may be the difference between the concepts and ideological beliefs of ancient people and modern people. For Zhu Qizhen, who comes from the 21st century, where money is paramount, this moved him more than anything else.

Although Zhu Qizhen also wanted to drink water, he really couldn't drink it. "Everyone has been fighting for most of the day today, but there is no grain of rice to enter, and now, if you don't even need water, then where do you have the strength to protect me?"

"I have to rely on your hard work and cover to escape for my life, if I can use this water to let you recover a little more strength, then we can escape from here, and we will be a little more sure, so, I hope you can divide this half bag of water." Zhu Qizhen earnestly handed the water bladder to Fan Zhong with both hands.

"Your Majesty......" is just such a simple action, Fan Zhong, this good man who watched countless robes fall beside him, with dozens of wounds in his body, and killed dozens of enemies without even blinking an eye, just because of Zhu Qizhen's action, his eyes were red, and his tone became choked.

The surrounding guards also all knelt on the ground in unison, and even some big men wiped their tears there, seeing this scene, Zhu Qizhen's eyes couldn't help but moisten. "What are you doing, get up quickly."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, unless the last general is dead, otherwise, even if you climb, you have to send Your Majesty into your arms, as long as you get there, Your Majesty will be safe." Fan Zhong took the water bladder, but the wide mouth only took a thin sip of the water bladder, and then handed it to the other person, each guard seemed to be tasting the sweetest wine in the world, and handed it to the next person.

After turning around and returning to Fan Zhong's hand, the half bag of water seemed to be still half a bag of water.

"Your Majesty, I've used it all, you can use some too." The voice that still looked hoarse was not a taste in Zhu Qizhen's ears.

"Okay, I'll use it too, and you can use it too." Zhu Qizhen took the water bladder and poured a small sip with great cherishment, and after the sweetness and coolness lingered between his lips and tongue, he reluctantly swallowed it into his stomach. So he gave the water bladder to the eunuch beside him.

"General Fan, come and see." At this time, a guard who was probing the enemy's situation at the bottom of the hillside suddenly changed his face and called to this side, hearing this, Zhu Qizhen's cautious liver that was just stable couldn't help jumping wildly, and quickly followed Fan Zhong to the open place and looked down.

At this glance, Zhu Qizhen suddenly felt like he was dead. I couldn't have imagined that there were so many Mongols gathered under the hillside.

"The elite cavalry of the Tile Thorns, at least three thousand people. Damn it! Fan Zhong's face, which had not even wiped off the bloodstains, became even more hideous, and his eyes looked desperately at the enemy, which was at least a hundred times his own, at the foot of the mountain to spread out and kill the few Ming troops who fled to the bottom of the hillside.

"They've spotted us, and look, those guys are dismounting, and they seem to want to surround us." One of the guards said with a pale face, and the sword that had been sheathed and had cut countless gaps was drawn out again.

"It's over......" The middle-aged eunuch who fled here with Zhu Qizhen all the way was like a dead face at this moment, his eyes looked straight at the short battle at the foot of the mountain, and he muttered in his mouth.

This hillside is not high, the highest fear is not more than tens of meters, and at this moment, after the three thousand cavalry dispersed, the entire small hillside with a diameter of no more than two hundred meters is surrounded by a group, which can be described as difficult for mosquitoes to cross, and on the hillside, in addition to a few large trees, there are only a few low bushes.

"Please hide your majesty, and the ministers will lead away these thorn thieves." Fan Zhong wiped his face, and in just a few blinks of an eye, he seemed to regain his composure, glanced at the bushes next to him, and his eyes fell on Zhu Qizhen's body.

"Lure them away?" Zhu Qizhen looked at the small hillside that was surrounded like an iron bucket, and suddenly had a sense of ridicule, could it be that he was about to go crazy? It's clear that I'm in a desperate situation, and I actually have the urge to laugh.

"Your Majesty!" The head of the guard next to him couldn't help but shout.

"What if you hide it?" Zhu Qizhen smiled bitterly and pointed to the Mongols under the slope. "Even if you kill them, will you be able to lure those cavalrymen away?"

"......" Fan Zhong and the others were silent, but the head of the guard spoke: "Your Majesty, even if the ministers can't lead away, they can kill a few more tile thieves for Your Majesty." ”

Zhu Qizhen, who pursed his lips tightly, looked at the vague figures under the hillside, but his brain was thinking very fast.

It's a joke to rely on these ten or so people to fight with three thousand elite tile spur cavalry, I'm afraid that if the other party comes to shoot a salvo, everyone here will be uh-out, then I will really fucking become an unlucky ghost who plays through a tour.

If you don't let people rush down, it won't take a few minutes, and those tile spur cavalry will definitely be able to surround you, and at that time, I'm afraid that I won't be able to escape.

Zhu Qizhen's already dry clothes were soaked in cold sweat again, what should I do? To live or to die, a difficult choice that would not appear in the eyes of Zhu Qizhen, an ordinary person living in the 21st century, seemed so urgent at the moment.

According to history, Zhu Qizhen will be captured, and then he will be thrown on the prairie to breathe fresh air for more than a year, chew pure natural beef and mutton meat without adding any preservatives for more than a year, and then will be taken back to Beijing by the loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

And after that, he will be locked up in the so-called Nangong by his dear brother for seven or eight years, and in the end, relying on a selfish military general, he launched a vigorous change to seize the door, and finally succeeded in resuming the throne.

This is history, that is to say, if you choose not to resist, you should be able to live, but you must first feel the grassland scenery on the prairie of the motherland for more than a year, and then after returning to Beijing, under the earnest care of your own brother, you can count the ants for seven or eight years in a small black house called Nangong.

Of course, if you have a laptop and a wireless network, then it doesn't matter if you have been an otaku for seven or eight years, but the problem is that this is ancient China five or six hundred years ago, not to mention the wireless network, I am afraid that you will not even be given a fishing net in that prison place, but you are still alive.

And if he resists, then he may really become the first unlucky ghost in history to travel through history.

He fell tragically on the hot land of the motherland like a martyr, and then the gods babbled about those heroic words that life is precious, love is more valuable, and if it is for freedom, both can be thrown away?

This kind of behavior is completely for Zhu Qizhen, who lives in a harmonious society in the 21st century, is deprived of his freedom to obtain a nest by high real estate prices, and sees his love taken away by a jewelry car that costs a lot of tickets to obtain.

Mu has a small life, love, freedom, and the gods and horses will all become floating clouds, and he will become an emperor when he crosses over, and he has not caught any good things, he has not eaten or drunk, and he is hungry and thirsty and heroically takes the initiative to find death, such a thing, even if Zhu Qizhen's brain collapses and the cerebellum is unbalanced, he will definitely not do it.

"The battle of Tumu Fort is my fault." Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath of the bloody air, and after gesturing a middle finger containing strong emotions towards the sky, he made his final decision. Since God has made me travel to this era, there must be his reasons, so I want to live.

The important thing is that he is just such a fart, who knows that there is still a chance for Mu to cross again? As an opportunist in the 21st century, Zhu Qizhen made the greatest and most forward-looking choice of this era: non-resistance.

Resist a hairy, Lao Tzu is unarmed, and he even has an AK - Zhu Qizhen said with tears streaming down his face.

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