In the first year of the first peace, the water was closed.

The horses neighed and the killing sound shook the sky.

At that time, the princes of the Eighteenth Route raised troops to fight against Dong, and Sun Jian, the Taishou of Changsha, invited himself to be the vanguard and led 8,000 troops to attack Bishui Pass.

The two armies fought under the pass, Xiliang fierce general Huaxiong beheaded Sun Jian's general Zu Mao, Sun Jian's morale was greatly reduced, and Hu Zhen, the guard of Bishui Pass, saw it on the pass, and took advantage of the situation to lead the army out.

"Die!"

Luo Zheng glared, raised his sword, and slashed hard, killing a Changsha soldier.

Bloodshot and stumps flew.

Warm blood splattered on the head and face, arousing the most primitive desire to kill.

Luo Zheng licked the blood on the side of his mouth, and his face was extremely hideous. As soon as he pulled the reins of the horse, the war horse under his crotch hissed for a long time, stood up violently, and the big hooves of the bowl kicked the head of a Changsha soldier who rushed to the front, and exploded like a watermelon.

"Drive!"

Luo Zheng grabbed the horse's legs with both legs, and the war horse immediately ran out.

"Poof!"

The skull flew up, blood splattering.

Another Changsha soldier was beheaded, and the body was quickly trampled into a pile of pulp.

Tens of thousands of people fought together, and the battlefield was chaotic. It's hard to imagine how brutal warfare could have been in the age of the Ice Breaker without experiencing it firsthand. Human life in troubled times is like a mustard, which is best interpreted here.

The surging blood and the flying stumps confused the eyes of the soldiers.

The brutal tearing turned the water into a Shura hell, and the wounded and undead soldiers let out a desperate wail.

"Dang!"

"Bang dang!"

The piercing sound of gold and iron clashing was about to crack people's eardrums.

Luo Zheng only felt a shock all over his body, a violent force reversed back, the tiger's mouth in his right hand was instantly cracked, the blood flowed like an infusion, the five fingers holding the ring head knife suddenly let go, he lost consciousness completely, his body leaned back violently, and he lay flat on the horse's back.

"It's a lot of strength."

Luo Zheng was horrified, grabbed the reins of the horse, and desperately turned the horse's head, wanting to escape.

The icy killing machine came in an instant.

In the midst of the chaos, a majestic and powerful man with a hideous face swung his knife again and slashed down.

The wild force brought a piercing scream, and the sharp blade seemed to slash through the void with a terrifying sound.

"Sun Jian, don't hurt a soldier."

Thunderous shouts exploded in the rear, and Xi Liang fiercely urged Hua Xiong to kill the horse, swinging his knife and slashing the strong man.

"It turns out that this guy is Jiangdong Tiger Sun Jian."

Luo Zheng sighed, seeing that Hua Xiong was fighting against Sun Jian, he hurriedly turned his horse's head and fled far away.

When Sun Jian saw Hua Xiong, the murderous intent in his cold tiger eyes suddenly boiled, it was this guy who killed his favorite general.

Thinking of Zu Mao's loyalty to following him in the southern and northern wars for several years, he didn't want to fold under the Bishui Pass, and the murderous intent in his chest burned in an instant, and he shouted: "Huaxiong Pifu, quickly lead to death." ”

"Dang!"

The two horses staggered, and the wild power reversed back, and Hua Xiong only felt a violent shock all over his body, like being struck by lightning, and his heart was shocked. Secretly thinking that the real name of Jiangdong Tiger Sun Nut is worthy of it, and it is difficult to match.

Barely reined in the war horse and turned back, Sun Jian had already urged the horse to kill.

"Death to the horseman."

Sun Jian urged the horse to gallop over, glared and shouted, and slashed the sky with a fierce swing of the knife.

"I'm afraid you won't make it."

Hua Xiong was not afraid, shouted loudly, waved his knife to meet him, and fought directly against Sun Jian.

War horses are staggered, weapons are exchanged.

In the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the two of them were dozens of feet away, and no one could stand on them.

Sun Jian rose bravely, the knife was like thunder, the momentum was heavy, and the killing Huaxiong was weak to parry and could not cope with it.

After barely fighting for thirty times, he knew that he was not Sun Jian's opponent, so he urged the horse to leave.

When Sun Jian hurriedly turned his horse's head and wanted to chase him, his 8,000 army had been defeated and scattered, seeing that Huaxiong had fled into dozens of Xiliang cavalry, he was not in a hurry to chase him, so he had to urgently urge the horse to retreat.

Hu Zhen waved his army to cover up and kill, chased and killed for ten miles, cut more than 1,000 people, and captured hundreds of prisoners before he collected his troops and returned to Bishui Pass.

The barracks in the north of the city, the stables.

Luo Zheng made a basin of hot water, took a piece of green cloth, and was carefully cleaning a few wounds on the horse's stock for the yellow-maned horse.

In this era of low productivity, the war horse was the most important partner for the cavalry. Once you lose your horse on the battlefield, it means death, and the consequences are extremely severe.

In a certain sense, the war horse is more important than the woman.

The reason why the combat effectiveness of the Xiliang Army is strong is because most of the Xiliang Army are cavalry.

The advantage of cavalry over infantry was more prominent.

The impact of the running horses can make the cavalry exert a lethality far beyond the infantry.

Luo Zheng loves the war horse and is even better.

Women have nothing to rob, but war horses are the weight to save their lives on the battlefield.

Luo Zheng was born in a peaceful era, since he inexplicably came to the troubled times of the late Han Dynasty three months ago, and after experiencing dozens of bloody battles, he quickly adapted to the rules of survival in this era.

inexplicably came to this war-torn and troubled world, and unfortunately became a soldier in Dong Zhuo's army.

Such an encounter is not lucky.

However, if you want to survive well, you must adapt to the rules of survival in this era.

As a soldier, kindness and mercy will only make people die faster.

If you don't want to be a cold corpse on the battlefield, you can only survive by ruthlessly killing all the enemies around you.

In just three months, several bloody battles.

Luo Zheng has changed from a new Ding Dui to a veteran, no longer afraid of blood and death, all the kindness and mercy in his bones have been replaced by coldness and ruthlessness, and he is no longer half-distracted and merciful.

On the battlefield, the survival rate of cavalry is much higher than that of infantry.

Luo Zheng was promoted from an ordinary soldier to a military marquis, leading two hundred cavalry in Liangtun, and only he knows how much blood was shed.

However, a mere military marquis is still inevitably the fate of dying on the battlefield at any time.

The military system of the Han army, with five people in the army and a military commander; Ten people are the tithes, and the she's the chief; Fifty people for a team, set a team rate; One hundred people for a tun, and set up a dub; The two tuns are one song, and the military marquis is set up; The two songs were combined into one piece, and the army Sima was set up to lead 400 people.

On the other hand, he is a captain, who can command a battalion of five soldiers and horses, which is considered a combat unit.

The battalion was the most basic combat unit in the military system of the Han Dynasty, and the commander of the army had a certain degree of autonomy.

As for the military marquis, they are only middle- and lower-level officers, who can only act according to orders, and do not have the right to command the army on their own at all. And in every battle, he must charge ahead, and on the battlefield where the killing machine is everywhere and the situation is ever-changing, he can't help himself.

Luo Zheng's only goal is to keep climbing up and up again.

In this era of precariousness, if you want to prevent your head from being cut off by the enemy and take it for merit, you can only try your best to master enough strength. Only when you have enough troops in your hands can you survive longer and longer than others.

If you want to master the power, you can only desperately climb up and become a more advanced general.

As for the tiger driving a shock and slamming into the future, that is something that only exists in legends and can never be realized.

The yellow-maned horse was sweating profusely and trembling in pain. However, the war horses all recognized the master, knowing that the master was treating his injuries, and the yellow-maned horse was also very stable, and did not kick his hooves.

After Luo Zheng finished treating the wound, he added grass to the trough.

"Dude is full, there may be a fierce battle in a few days, it's all up to you."

Luo Zheng patted the horse's head, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

The yellow-maned horse twisted his head and arched his head, and 'Tulu' snorted before turning back to chew on the hay.

The early spring is still cold, the night wind hits, and the frozen hands and feet are stiff.

The soldiers of the Xiliang army are complex, there are Qianghu people, there are also Han Ding, and the equipment is even better.

Most of the soldiers only have one piece of cloth armor. Except for some high-ranking generals, it is extremely rare to be able to put on iron armor. In the entire Dong Zhuo Legion, only the most elite Flying Bear Army under Dong Zhuo can be equipped with iron armor.

The armor has poor protection and does not have much protection against the cold.

Fortunately, although it was cold in early spring, the soldiers who were accustomed to the bitter cold were still able to endure it.

Piles of firewood were lit in the cavalry camp, and the soldiers filled their stomachs and fell asleep beside the fire.

It was getting dark very quickly.

Luo Zheng lay on the hay-covered ground and gently stroked a bronze ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

It was this magical bronze ring that made him travel to the most chaotic and dark chaotic times at the end of the Han Dynasty.

It was this ring that allowed him to survive the tragic battlefield.

Luo Zheng closed his eyes and focused on the senses.

Soon, a stream of heat came from the quaint bronze ring, which made his whole body feel comfortable, and the dozen or so wounds of varying severity left by the daytime of fighting healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and did not leave any traces of scars.

Luo Zheng exhaled, turned over and sat up and moved his hands and feet, feeling a little stronger.

After touching it, he should be able to pick up a three-hundred-pound sack by now.

Thinking about the time when I first arrived in this troubled world, I couldn't breathe even when I ran for a few miles, and now my strength is almost comparable to that of the Hercules of the next generation, and I can't help but feel that things are wrong.

If it weren't for the bronze ring that could heal his wounds, he would have died many times.

Every time he was seriously injured, as long as he focused on the bronze ring, a stream of heat would flow out of the bronze ring and inject into his body, no matter how severe the injury was, it could be cured in an instant.

He was even pierced through the chest with a blunt object once, and finally came back to life.

And every time the injury is healed, the strength will be a little stronger.

Otherwise, how can a person who does not work in the 21st century survive on the tragic battlefield.

Luo Zheng got up and walked out of the camp tent and found a place where no one was.

As soon as the thought moved, the void in front of him distorted, and a portal appeared, as if leading to another world.

Luo Zheng stepped into it in one step, time and space shifted, and night turned into day.

It is a vegetable garden, about an acre in size, with many vegetable crops.

Luo Zheng saw at a glance that there were no less than 30 kinds of crops in the vegetable garden, not only tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, gourds and other vegetables, but also corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and other crops, and the growth was very vigorous, and some could already be harvested.

There was a large ball of fire hanging in the sky, a few points larger than a millstone.

There is a small pool in the middle of the garden, about two meters in diameter, and the water is very clear, but there is no bottom in sight. What's even more strange is that the water in this pool seems to be inexhaustible, and even if you take out more water, the water level will not drop.

Surrounded by mist, the vegetable garden is like an independent world wrapped in a thick fog.

The fog not only blocked the view, but also blocked all directions as if it were a real thing.

Luo Zheng set up a fire by the waterhole, boiled a pot of corn cobs and sweet potatoes, and feasted beautifully.

Born in this troubled world, not only will life be threatened at all times, but even eating a full meal has become a luxury.

Especially since the first year of Zhongping, the world has been in turmoil, agricultural production and handicraft production have been severely destroyed, food and various materials have been scarce, Dong Zhuo has been greatly expanded after Luoyang, and the army has been short of grain.

Although ordinary soldiers eat two meals a day, they can drink half a bowl of corn porridge each time, which is already very good.

If you want to eat your stomach, you don't have to think about it.

Fortunately, the bronze ring can open this vegetable garden that I don't know which time, space or world it is in, so that Luo Zheng can have a full meal every night, so that he will not go to the battlefield hungry like other soldiers.