Is this the battlefield?

The real battlefield is so terrifying.

The images of the killings all around, the blood that kept spurting, all of them, made me feel extremely terrifying, and I had goosebumps all over my body.

Those who have never experienced it will never know how shocking this kind of picture can be.

Human life, at this time, becomes like garbage, not worth mentioning at all.

I saw with my own eyes that right next to me, a warrior was pierced through his chest and his heart by the opponent's halberd.

I saw a warrior who was slashed by a cavalryman, wielding the sword in his hand.

I saw a soldier who had his head cut off by a general.

The head was tumbling in mid-air.

At the place where the broken neck was broken, blood was gushing continuously, like a column of water.

Countless tragic images appeared all around me.

Blood was spraying, and the warm blood was even spraying on my face, in my nostrils, all with that disgusting taste.

I also saw the arrows flying in the sky, mercilessly turning their bodies into hedgehogs.

I have also seen people who have been cut off by laziness and have their intestines rotten.

Fear......

I've never been more scared than I am now.

Rao I have experienced all kinds of terrible things, but now, when I really appeared in this battlefield, I realized that I was so weak.

So vulnerable.

I didn't even really enter that battlefield, just watching from the sidelines, and I felt that that scene was so shocking and desperate.

In a short period of time, how many people have died in the surrounding area, ten, a hundred, or more?

I don't know, I just know that I finally understand what it means to be human.

On this battlefield, human life is the cheapest thing.

No matter who you are, there is no guarantee that you will be able to survive this battlefield, and death is the ultimate destination in the battlefield.

The body was constantly trembling.

The horrible blood, the blood flying in the sky, the mutilated limbs, the wailing, all of it was constantly exerting the most terrible pressure on my heart.

I felt like my heart was about to lose the pressure.

There was a scream in his throat, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his whole body trembling.

Don't say I'm useless.

After all, this is an era of peace, and even the current battlefield is completely incomparable compared with the ancient battlefield.

That level of bloodiness is not a level at all.

It is not easy to suddenly fall into this kind of battlefield and not go crazy on the spot.

Again, people who have not experienced it first-hand will never understand how desperate that kind of picture is.

It's just that my scream seems to attract the attention of an enemy.

A small soldier in armor, grabbing a saber in his hand, rushed at me.

Looking at the blood-stained blade, the blood-stained armor, and the blood-stained face, the fear in my heart expanded indefinitely at this time.

I was scared, my body was receding.

"Don't come here, get out of here, get out of the way......" I screamed.

Obviously, I am not a weak person, but at this time I can't think of resisting at all, I have been frightened by the atmosphere of intense fear on the battlefield, and the whole person has completely become a coward.

My hands kept swinging, hoping that this guy would get away from me a little.

I even forgot the sword in my hand, completely forgot how to fight back.

Until that guy rushed in front of me and dropped his knife in his hand.

Poof......

I felt like the world was spinning, and my body was rolling on the ground.

Then I saw a familiar, headless corpse, with blood spraying from the neck.

That's my body......

My head has been cut off......

Am I already dead?

Haha, it turns out that I was on the battlefield, and I was the kind of person who couldn't even compare to cannon fodder.

It's really embarrassing.

Smiled wryly, desperate, waiting for the darkness to come.

Airplanes......

I really thought I was dead.

But no, with a buzz in my head, the darkness disappeared.

Once again, I felt my presence.

Everything doesn't seem to be any different from before.

It's still the bloody battlefield, it's still the bloodshed everywhere, it's still the stumps and broken bodies, it's still the corpses all over the field, and it's still the curly sword in the hand.

What's going on?

Didn't I just get hacked to death, why am I still here?

I was dumbfounded, one hand touching my neck, and in a trance there seemed to be a residual pain on my neck from which my throat had just been cut.

But now, my head is resting on my neck and has not been cut off.

What's going on here, what's going on? Why am I still alive?

All of a sudden