"It's a dream, it's not real, it's a dream, it's not real......"

Chen Guodong muttered to himself, closed his eyes suddenly, and then opened them again. The morning glow radiated without hesitation, piercing his eyeballs with a faint pain. In front of me was a wasteland that stretched as far as the eye could see, flat as if it were a tabletop, and there were no trees in sight, only various low greenery gently swaying in the wind. There was a suffocating silence all around, no insects chirping, no birds or beasts disturbing them. There were only patches of low, powerful breathing, as if thousands of people were exhaling in whispers.

In the midst of this breathing, a terrible horn suddenly pierced the heavens and the earth. Chen Guodong raised his head abruptly and looked directly in front of the voice that came from. Then his eyes stiffened, revealing a look of despair and helplessness.

Directly in front of him, on the horizon where heaven and earth intersect in the distance, several flags that seemed to be white suddenly appeared, then a helmet with a pointed tip, and then the face under the helmet, the body, and the war horse riding under the body. Because of the distance, Chen Guodong had no way to see the facial features on his faces, but he could clearly see the black leather armor they were wearing, and from the neck down, the whole person was wrapped in black leather armor, and even the war horse under his crotch was also covered with armor.

The horses were armed with spears in their hands, the tips of their metal shining in the sunlight. From afar, it looks like a forest of spears. Silently, slowly, pressed towards the place where Chen Guodong was.

There were so many warriors on horseback that they appeared in the sky in a steady stream, and then, as if they had changed their formation, they formed one cavalry phalanx after another, and began to stretch the two sides of the wilderness, and soon spread over the whole land. As far as the eye can see, there are banners waving in the wind and knights holding spears, majestic and unmatched.

'Beiyu! They are the cavalry of the Northern Captives! ’

A voice shouted in Chen Guodong's heart, full of fear, resentment and sadness. Then a shuddering picture came to Chen Guodong's mind.

First, the monstrous waves roared and rushed in, as if they were about to squash themselves entirely! Immediately afterwards, the picture quickly changed, and it became countless horsemen, wielding spears and sabers, shouting and rushing towards them! Then the ground quickly moved away and rushed towards it...... In the end, there was a girl in ancient costume with clear eyebrows, blinking big red eyes, looking at herself with affection.

"It's not a dream, it's true, it's not a dream, it's true, it's a rebirth, it's true, it's true, but it's not scientific......"

Chen Guodong was still muttering to himself, it seemed that the most unscientific and incredible miracle in human history, the soul crossing, had actually been met by him!

"Who am I? Who am I......" he asked suddenly and loudly.

"Erlang! Jiro, what's wrong with you? Wake up, this is the battlefield ......" A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in Chen Guodong's ears.

Chen Guodong turned his head and saw that it was a dark and thin face, with a sky-facing nose and a pair of triangular eyes, revealing all worry and anxiety.

"Erlang, don't scare me, if you have three longs and two shorts, let me explain to the big officials!" This face spoke loudly to Chen Guodong in a very heavily accented Chinese, Chen Guodong couldn't remember where the dialect was for a while, but he could understand it!

"Who am I? You say, Who am I? Chen Guodong spoke again, and it was the same voice.

The face distorted, and sighed heavily, "You are Chen Dexing, the training officer of the Great Song Wurui Army, the name Qingzhi, a person from the Huai Xi'an Feng Army, the official worship is from Jiupin Chengxinlang, twenty years old, and his birthday is three minutes in the ninth day of September in the second year of the Great Song Jiaxi...... "In the past three days, it is not the first time he has said this.

"What year is it?" Chen Guodong asked again.

"It is the ...... of September in the sixth year of the Great Song Baoyou"

"The sixth year of the Great Song Baoyou, that's ......" Chen Guodong muttered in an inaudible voice, "Then I really crossed over!" Why? Why me? ”

"Erlang, wake up, there is a war coming soon! You can't ...... like that," the face was so anxious that it was about to cry.

At this moment, the dull drum beat suddenly sounded, and you could vaguely see the dense spears appearing in the sky again.

This time, however, the spear-wielding men were not horsemen, but foot soldiers in black leather armor, pouring out of the gaps in the phalanx of cavalry, and then lined up one after another in the wilderness. If you look closely, you will see that not all of these infantrymen are armed with spears, but some of them are holding round shields and longbows. Military flags embroidered with Chinese characters flew in front of these infantry phalanxes, and Chen Guodong looked at them for a while, and found that they were traditional Chinese characters such as "Zhang", "Li", "Dong", "Yan", "Shi", and "Xiao".

'This is the marquis of the Han army in the north, who aided and abused, and it was the most hateful! A voice sounded in Chen Guodong's heart again, full of hatred. 'Kill them all, and kill them all......

"Sons, the privy minister issued an order: today's battle, the world of the Great Song Dynasty, this privy council swears to live and die with Yangzhou, and I hope that all the kings will fight bravely to kill the enemy! Live up to the kindness of the officials and live up to the people! "This time, it seems that several loud voices roared at the same time, it should be conveying the order of the privy minister, and I don't know who this privy minister is?

As soon as Chen Guodong's mind turned here, a name that made his jaw almost hit the ground appeared in his mind, this name was Jia Nidao! Bachelor of the Duanming Palace of the Great Song Dynasty, Governor of Political Affairs, Privy Councillor, Lianghuai Pacification Ambassador, Yangzhou Governor, and Linhai County Founding Minister! It is the cricket prime minister Jia Nidao who did not learn and did not know how to do it in the history books, and ruined the great traitor of the Great Song Dynasty......

"The Privy Minister's public decree: Those who are killed in battle today will be given a hundred times!"

"No!" It was as if countless soldiers shouted in unison.

Chen Guodong looked around a little blankly, and on his side, there were indeed countless sergeants wearing scale armor, listing the same strict phalanx. These phalanxes were made up of shieldmen, pikemen, archers, archers, and axemen. At the foreground are shield-bearers holding huge shields, followed by two rows of one-kneeling pikemen, each with a length of about four meters on the bayonet on the edge of the shield, pointing slightly upwards straight ahead. The pikemen were followed by three rows of archers, each armed with a foot bow and two boxes of feathered arrows hanging from their belts. After the archers, there were three rows of crossbowmen, using the first sharp weapon of the Great Song Dynasty, the Divine Arm Bow, which was also famous in later generations! Behind the divine arm bow, there was a row of sword and axe hands that pressed the formation, and the big sword around the ring was shining with cold light, slashing not only the Hu Lu thieves, but also the Great Song soldiers who escaped from the battle!

"The Privy Council has an order: Anyone who retreats without an order will be killed!"

"The Privy Council has an order: behead the first level of the northern captives, transfer to the first official, the third rank, the second official, the sixth rank, the third official, the tenth rank, the fourth official, and the fifteenth rank to the fifth official...... To the end of martial arts! ”

"The Privy Council has an order: behead the head of the Han army in the north, reward the Huizi fifty, the third level, transfer one official, the sixth level, transfer two officials, the tenth level, transfer the third official, and the fifteenth level to the fourth official...... To the end of martial arts! ”

"No!" On the battlefield, the officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty shouted in unison, and it was obvious that the reward offered by Jia Rudao was still quite attractive.

Chen Guodong, oh, it should be Chen Dexing who also restrained his mind at this time - he was originally a senior seafarer of China COSCO in the 21st century, the second officer of a Panamax bulk carrier, and he is definitely middle-aged, has a successful career and a happy family. If it weren't for the tsunami that appeared out of thin air in the Bermuda Sea, he would have arrived at the Port of New Orleans in the United States of America, and ...... by now. Whether he wants to accept it or not, he has been living in this late Southern Song Dynasty for three full days, and he is still in a coma and went to the battlefield.

A pair of heavy armor made of iron pieces that he didn't know how many pieces of iron was now draped over his body, and a polished iron helmet was also buckled on his head, and there was a heavy feeling on his back, and he vaguely remembered that he was carrying an ancestral treasure knife, and he still carried a long walking bow on his right hand, and two boxes of feather arrows hung on his waist. And his position was on the far left of the first row of archers in a certain infantry phalanx, and the tall, thin man who called him "Erlang" stood beside him, dressed in the same costume.