When he came to the wall, Mao Zheng didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what it was for.

But everywhere you look, there is black and white, and where there is gray and white, there are sporadic wars.

"Knock-knock-knock-" With the sound of three drums, I saw that the square in front of the big tent was neatly filled with soldiers, and General Wei Yan stood on the high platform, as if commanding everything.

"Knock ——!" Another drum sounded, and only the shouts of the soldiers in the square were heard, and the spears in their hands were raised.

Here neatly assembled the team, and in the black and white world, there appeared an overwhelming army, stepping across the food and eating in a neat step towards the big tent. When Mao Zheng saw this, he couldn't help but think of the ancient battlefield, is this a battle to the death.

The gate of the tent was opened in an instant, and the cavalry rushed out of the camp, then the infantry, then the archers, and then the artillery wagons pushed out of the camp gate.

At which camp gate they were neatly lined up according to the phalanx, at this time, Wei Yan got on his horse and rushed out of the camp gate, standing in front of which phalanx, and watched the army on the opposite side neatly approach.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, at this time, next to Mao Zheng, climbed up a team of crossbowmen, Mao Zheng looked at the crossbows in their hands, and couldn't help but marvel. It turned out that the repeater invented by Zhuge Liang at this time did not record the appearance of this crossbow in detail in the ancient books, but the power of this crossbow was introduced, and it was like a rifle, which could be fired continuously.

At this time, the commander on the wall looked closely at Wei Yan's gesture, and Wei Yan was at this moment, his hand made a movement in the air, and the small flag in the commander's hand was waved and pointed forward, and suddenly the drum sound shook the sky, "Knock-knock!" "It's rhythmic and full of charm.

At this time, the crossbow bolts on the wall towards the opposing attacking army were like rain, and they shot at the enemy with a clattering sound, and I saw that the phalanx on the opposite side fell for a while, like harvesting wheat, and countless enemies fell.

After the crossbow arrows, the bow and arrows were overwhelmingly shot at the enemy, and at this time, the enemy on the opposite side also launched a rain of arrows, and for a while the men and horses on both sides were falling down, and Mao Zheng saw the soldiers who fell to the ground, and they turned into white bones in an instant, and under the occasional touch of the wind, some dry bones turned into powder in an instant, and then drifted away in the air with the wind.

The shouts of wah-wah-wow were suddenly deafening, and I saw the soldiers on both sides rushing towards the enemy formation with neat steps, and the cavalry held a long bronze hair, pointing at the rapid impact of the enemy formation, and for a time only saw the people in the enemy formation turning over on their backs, and I don't know how many soldiers were poked to death or trampled to death.

Between heaven and earth, the wind was blowing, like puffs of black smoke swirling on a battlefield. The shouts of killing rang out on the battlefield for a while, and the soldiers all scuffled together. All kinds of deaths made the soldiers fall continuously.

Is this the battlefield of antiquity? Why is it not like what was filmed on that TV? When Mao Zheng saw this time, he was shocked. Such a scene is magnificent, but it is also brutal, and one can imagine the tragic death of those soldiers. How good it would be if there were no wars in the world, and how good it would be if there were no rights in the world. Mao Zheng saw the fall of those soldiers, and couldn't help but think of their parents looking forward to their return. Ay! Sighing softly, Mao Zheng couldn't help but close his eyes.

But at this time, the yin wind turned into a lot of Gang Qi and constantly disturbed between heaven and earth, only to see it indiscriminately attack the soldiers on both sides, turning them into dry bones, then turning them into bone meal, and then rolling into the air, and then turning into black gas, and then even stronger than that Gang Wind.

Mao Zheng was sitting on the high wall, naturally he first felt the disturbance of the gangfeng, and from time to time the gangfeng blew to his side, Mao Zheng just shook it lightly with the feather fan, and immediately blew the gangfeng away.

At this time, General Wei Yan also rode into the gangfeng, and fought in the chaos of the army, only to see that every movement of the broadsword in his hand took away an enemy soldier, and gradually, the soldiers on the battlefield became fewer and fewer, and in the end, no one remained, and all died on the battlefield.

Mao Zheng looked at the wall at this time, and saw that the tent was empty, all the soldiers were dead, including that there was no battle between heaven and earth, it was empty. Mao Zheng was the only one left in the whole world, and suddenly Mao Zheng felt that he was so lonely between heaven and earth, just like the silence of this heaven and earth, and unconsciously two lines of tears fell on his face, and there was no loss of consciousness for a while.

"Knock ——!" I don't know how long, in the camp tent, there was a drum, Mao Zheng couldn't help but look up, I don't know when the camp tent was full of people, there were soldiers everywhere, and General Wei Yan walked out of the barracks, saw Mao Zheng and couldn't help but smile, and then he was training the soldiers in the square.

Mao Zheng couldn't believe his gaze, so he rubbed it again and again.

As if that war had never happened, Mao Zheng looked at the boundless battlefield again, and there were still sporadic battles happening again, and small groups of enemies were still intruding.

Was it just a dream? Mao Zheng thought about looking at the high wall, where groups of soldiers were carefully guarded and strengthened the defense of the camp. The archers were also on the wall, ready to shoot at the invading small group of enemies.

There was another thump, and there was a chariot-like cart pulling out steaming food, and for a while the soldiers sat around and ate what seemed to be a delicious meal. I saw that Wei Yan, who was in the golden armor, beckoned to Mao Zheng, Mao Zheng wanted to stand up, but he felt that he was integrated with this wheelchair, how could he not stand up. Mao Zheng looked at his legs, only to see his legs hanging in the wind, and his trousers were popping in the wind, am I disabled? A bad mood rushed to my heart.

At this moment, I saw two servants of the paper man, pushing themselves towards Wei Yan's table, and when they came to Wei Yan's table, they saw that it was full of steaming dishes and big meat. There were also bowls of wine, and the generals at the same table were all eating wine and meat, so happy.

Mao Zheng hurriedly opened the eye of heaven, and when he saw a feeling of nausea, he almost vomited. I saw that it was a delicious food. It is clearly a bowl of maggots, and the big meat is a human body or hands and feet.

At this time, Wei Yan signaled Mao Zheng to hurry up and eat it, where did Mao Zheng dare to eat these terrible things, so he moved the wheel by himself out of sight and out of mind, walked to the side and took out a piece of ground milk and threw it in his mouth, and instantly Mao Zheng felt no longer hungry, but the aura in his body hit his limbs and hundreds of bones, so uncomfortable.

And just like that, the day passed. Just as Mao was sleeping soundly in a wheelchair, another drum sounded, waking Mao Zheng up from his sleep, and when he woke up to find that it was already the morning of the second day, Mao Zheng couldn't help but sigh, the day in this place can come so fast.