"Answer the question."

The child's head jerked out in front of the twenty-two.

On the little face covered with dirt, countless terrifying green tendons appeared, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Wasn't I thinking? You'll have to give me a certain amount of time before I can answer the correct answer, do you say? A smile appeared on the corner of Twenty-Two's mouth, faint, looking calm.

It's just that his flustered eyes have betrayed him completely, and he is actually very scared.

"The answer is incorrect."

The little boy didn't talk nonsense, he didn't give Twenty-two a chance to react at all, his head suddenly jumped over, and he took a bite at Twenty-two's neck, and bit into Twenty-two's throat.

Blood splattered, blood flowed wildly, spurting out of the mouth on the side of the little child.

Twenty-two screamed, pushing the child's head with both hands.

But it was so easy, no matter how much he pushed, he couldn't take his head off his neck.

"Sting"

The child's head tore at Twenty-Two's throat and pulled the entire throat out of Twenty-Two's neck.

The blood stained everything around him red, and Twenty-Two tried to reach out, only a strange sound came out of his mouth, he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die.

Most of the neck of the twenty-second was torn apart, and where the flesh and skin were cracked, there was only a bloody, terrifying and terrifying hole.

Bloody, at least more than half a meter long, the throat was swallowed by the child's head.

No. 22's eyes revealed a touch of nostalgia, nostalgia for life, and the last remaining trace of brilliance gradually disappeared and froze in his eyes.

His body was lying on the seat like this, the child had disappeared, and only the corpse was still gushing blood.

Blood pools on the ground into rivers that flow under the feet of all of us.

I couldn't help but ponder that every time I asked a question in the play, it meant that one of us would die every time.

There were twenty or thirty people participating in the game this time, and it was impossible for the drama to be staged in a row for twenty or thirty plays.

In other words, the next drama will become even more terrifying, and we may even die a piece of people.

"When"

A new repertoire begins, and the sound of gongs and drums begins to go wild.

We returned to the battlefield, this time with only one man with a knife, and he was surrounded by countless corpses, so to speak, absolutely all over the field.

An originally large stage, because of these corpses became crowded.

The people who stepped on the corpses, and there were a lot of enemies.

Looking at this scene, the man with the knife should have been attacked by someone, so that all his men were buried.

The man stood in the middle of the corpse, raising his knife and roaring at the sky.

"I, Zheng Tianyu, will not admit defeat in death."

"I hereby swear that as long as I am given a certain number of troops, I will never fail to live up to the Lord's expectations of me."

"Please, I am willing to beg the world with my blood, as long as I give me soldiers, I can definitely defeat."

Zheng Tianyu shouted, slashing his hand with the Daguan knife in his hand, and drawing a blood stain on his body with blood.

Blood stains flowed wildly on his bare upper body, forming strange and inexplicable lines, all of which fused together to form strange symbols.

Zheng Tianyu's shouting was very loud, and the loud voice shook the entire theater, it felt like a sudden earthquake, and I clearly felt some shaking under my feet.

I only felt a weight on my body, a set of armor full of bloody smell was put on my body, and even on my hand, a cold and shining broadsword suddenly appeared.

The air is filled with blood particles, and you can feel the strong smell of blood with every breath.

What's the situation?

I looked around, and in the blink of an eye, I was no longer in the theater.

And here you are, a valley full of corpses, with blood-soaked dirt under your feet and blood-soaked air in your mouth.

Borrowed soldiers?

Zheng Tianyu's so-called borrowing of soldiers, it turned out to be us?

I'm panicking, this is war, or cold weapons war.

Of all wars, cold weapon warfare is definitely the bloodiest and most terrifying war, and there is not one.

It is also the fastest and bloodiest war for the dead, and the most harmful to people's psychology and physiology.

Those of us all came from reality, except for having watched the Cold Weapon War on TV, who has participated in it?

Clenching the large blade in my hand, I swept towards the people around me.

They were about the same as me, with bloodstained armor.

There are those who are pale and trembling, and there are those whose faces are full of excitement and whose eyes are shining.

But more often than not, like me, panicked, looking ahead with fearful eyes.

The woman in makeup sitting next to me was in tears, and all the makeup on her face was spent, making herself look like a ghost.

There are still a lot of women among us, and now those women are in tears, but so what? Isn't it the same to carry a big sword with us and fight with each other?

A dull drum beat sounded, and a large group of soldiers and horses poured out at the entrance to the valley.

I actually didn't understand what the other party was thinking, since they had already surrounded each other in the valley, why didn't they shoot arrows directly from both sides of the valley?

Even if you don't have enough arrows, you can pour fire oil or roll stones to help the other party cremate or bury them.

Why do you have to organize such a group of people to rush down? Sent to death?

The trapped beast is still fighting, let alone the one who knows that he will die?

No one is messing around, and when they know that they will die, they will frantically counterattack the enemy.

At this time, the combat effectiveness of people will increase exponentially, and those who often struggle to survive in life and death, especially the fighters who crawled out of the sea of corpses.

"Come on, let's get ready for war."

Zheng Tianyu held up the big knife and waved us to stand around him.

We, a group of bewildered people, obeyed his command and gathered around him.

The speed of the soldiers and horses approaching from the valley was not fast, and the sound of footsteps colliding with weapons echoed in our ears, like a drum beat on our hearts.

It doesn't seem to have much effect, but in fact, it invisibly increases our psychological burden.

Anyway, we're a bunch of people who have never been on the battlefield.

For us, the battlefield only exists in movies and TV series.

The real feeling is too different from watching a movie, the rich smell of blood, the rusty smell of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, rushed over and almost swallowed all of us.

"Brush"

"Those who retreat from the battle will be killed, those who will not fight bravely to kill the enemy in formation will be killed, and those who delay the fighter will be killed."

Zheng Tianyu said three words in a row, jumped down directly from the pile of corpses, brandished a big knife and shouted: "Rush with me." ”

None of us dares to play any careful thinking, in this case, either kill or be killed.

I don't want to be killed, I have to kill people.

I gritted my teeth and followed Zheng Tianyu in front of me.

The first play has already stated that he is not dead, and he has returned to his hometown safely.

Only by following him to the death can I have a chance of survival.

There are many people who think the same as me, at least a dozen people, and we formed a line and firmly bit Zheng Tianyu in front of us.