There were corpses everywhere, many of them with severed limbs and legs that had been severed by sharp weapons; There are also many heads that have been smashed by blunt objects; Others are corpses whose throats have been bitten open. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The air was filled with a strong smell of rust. Bai Zhuo looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses in front of him, and was a little breathless.

Suddenly, Bai Zhuo heard a hoarse roar behind him: "All the soldiers, the ambition of the outer jackal, the kidnapping and slaughtering, exterminating my people, eating my flesh, eating my bones, follow me to meet the enemy, and there is no forgiveness for killing!" With the soldier's words, the originally static images around him suddenly became vivid.

"No mercy!" "No mercy!" "No mercy!" The soldiers behind him echoed loudly, their fighting spirit was high, and their morale was soaring.

"Kill!" With the general's order, the golden drum was in the sky, and three thousand iron horsemen galloped forward.

The sound of slashing, scolding, and screaming continued to reach Bai Zhuo's ears, Bai Zhuo was stunned in place, and a soldier sitting on an iron horse cut down a foreigner, but was stabbed through the throat by the infantry on the opposite side with a spear, and fell to the ground, and warm blood splashed on Bai Zhuo's face.

The iron cavalry entered the army formation, and most of them were dragged off their horses by the enemy and became infantrymen.

Just as he was stunned, a white light flashed, and a long knife with a strange shape waved over, Bai Zhuo couldn't dodge, and he was about to be cut off his head.

"Whew!" The tip of the sword came out of the Gentiles' chest.

The long knife slashed through Bai Zhuo's neck, and a sharp pain came. He touched it carefully, but fortunately, it only hurt a little flesh. The Gentile struggled with blood foaming from his mouth, but was slashed to the ground with a knife, and his flesh was blurred and he died.

The hot pain in his neck became numb, and Bai Zhuo muttered to himself, "Have I crossed over?" ”

"Bastard! Wandering out of the world, don't want your head? A lieutenant said viciously: "If you mistake the military order, you don't need to do it again, the captain will take your dog's head first!" ”

The lieutenant put down a cruel word, and under the protection of a group of guards, he broke into the enemy army, unstoppable, and pushed the first line forward again, occasionally sporadic enemies fell into the military formation, and were stabbed through by the soldiers in a few blows.

Bai Zhuo had never seen such a scene, but he was quite calm. A soldier behind him patted Bai Zhuo's shoulder, "Little brother, are you from the Chinese army?" Look at you, you're still a rookie egg! Bai Zhuo looked back, and the warrior solemnly handed the long sword in his hand to Bai Zhuo, "Use weapons to kill the enemy, use fists if you don't have weapons, if your fists don't work, bite them with your mouth!" What moves and routines can't be used here, quick eyes and hands are the skills to kill the enemy, and they are also the capital to survive! ”

Bai Zhuo took the long sword tremblingly. The soldier said: "The one just now is General Ran's guard, after a stick of incense, General Ran outflanked from behind, and followed the right army into the enemy's army. ”

"Ran, General Ran?"

"Yes, you recruits don't know General Ran's name yet...... Well, live well, and kill more Gentiles...... Look at! The warrior suddenly pointed to the distance and said, "Look, the right army is coming, little brother, kill the enemy with me!"

As he spoke, the soldier picked up a long knife from the ground and prepared to follow the front-line soldiers into the enemy army, when an enemy soldier escaped the surprise attack of the first line and appeared behind him in the military formation. The Gentile raised his long sword, and with all his might, he cut off the warrior's neck, and blood gushed out.

The teammate who was alive just now died in the blink of an eye.

Shocked, confused, nervous, or some other emotion, Bai Zhuo clenched the long sword in his hand and slashed at the enemy.

No matter what the period, war is always very cruel. Especially on the battlefield in ancient times, weapons were not as advanced as modern society, as long as they hit the vital point, they would die, and most of the wars in the era of cold weapons were swords, guns and sticks. It's okay to kill with a knife, if the sword is a little blunt, leaving you with a serious injury and half a life, at this time, you can only wait for death to come, because the medical technology at this time is not so developed, and most of the soldiers with multiple injuries are dying of excessive blood loss.

Bai Zhuo deeply understands this, he saw with his own eyes that a comrade-in-arms was cut off the artery of his calf, and the blood continued to flow, as long as there was a field doctor at this time, his life could be completely saved. Unfortunately, there were no field doctors or medical professionals, and he died—even though Bai Zhuo bandaged his wounds, he could only howl and cry and call out for his old mother. But no one could hear it, because the soldiers were desperately trying to kill the enemy, they were all desperately trying to protect themselves, and they had no time to pay attention to a teammate who had lost his ability to fight, lost his mind.

Bai Zhuo has killed people, and Tang Jie of the Tang family was killed by him. Now it seems that compared to the scene in front of him, that little bit of wind and waves is simply pediatric. All kinds of brains and all kinds of intestines flowed all over the battlefield, but fortunately, Bai Zhuo had seen all kinds of ghosts, and this kind of scene could hold on a little.

The enemy is fierce and strong.

Bai Zhuo clearly remembered that he was in the tomb palace before, and he very much hoped that everything in front of him was a dream, and he would wake up after he died.

"No, no......" Bai Zhuo thought deeply, "this must not be true. But the pain in his neck and the pain in his body really told Bai Zhuo that this was definitely not as simple as a dream, at least it should be similar to the kind of illusion that can hurt the body and cause pain.

Bai Zhuo guessed correctly. In the mausoleum palace, Bai Zhuo's body stood motionless, Cao Yu saw that there was an extra scratch on Bai Zhuo's neck, and bright red blood poured out, Cao Yu was very worried in her heart, but she couldn't see Su Meiniang, and she couldn't communicate with the weak Su Meiniang at all, she could only help Bai Zhuo cover his wounds.

After a while, the sleeve of Bai Zhuo's arm was torn, like a knife wound; It didn't take long for him to have an extra garment hole around his waist; Then, there were scars all over his hands and legs, and his body was constantly trembling, and only Bai Zhuo himself knew what kind of pain he was suffering.

In the illusion, he was covered in wounds, but fortunately, he persevered until the arrival of the right army and survived the battle.

Just when Bai Zhuo was thinking about how to get out of this illusion and leave this illusion, a sudden change occurred. The captain who reprimanded Bai Zhuo took Bai Zhuo out like a chicken, threw him on the ground, and pulled out his long knife with a sonorous sound: "Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, kill the captain's guards, disturb the morale of the army, and should be decided!" ”

After he finished speaking, he raised the knife and slashed, Bai Zhuo reacted well, and rolled on the spot to dodge the fatal blow.

"The following offenders, attempting to rebel, come to someone, hold him down to the captain of this school!" The captain's eyes widened angrily, and two soldiers came out under his hand, grabbed Bai Zhuo, and firmly pressed him to the ground.

"I'm ...... grass" Bai Zhuo chuckled psychologically, scolding badly.