The darkness of the night seemed to engulf him.

The wound on his chest was still aching, and his brain had quickly analyzed the information of the surrounding environment.

The raindrops of beans were densely sprinkled on the damp stone pavement, making a dull crackling sound, and the dimly lit streets, puddles formed in some low-lying places, floating debris of unknown things, exuding a strong stench of decay.

From time to time, muffled thunder exploded in the thick clouds, and the raindrops fell on the body by the wind, like a dense cluster of arrows, and the streets of the night were scattered with sporadic fires.

Yang Xuan bit the tip of his tongue, the pain dispelled a little dizziness, and slowly got up, a whole day had passed since he realized the fact that he had crossed over.

This is not a world that is tied to the era in which you live, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hell if it is a hell because of the huge boulders thrown in by trebuchets, the sound of arrows flying through the air, the sonorous sound of cold weapons colliding, and the sound of cold blades slicing through muscles and slashing bones.

The "corpse" that he crossed over was shot in the heart by a stray arrow. In the frenzied battlefield, no one will pay attention to a dead body.

In the streets around him, at least twenty soldiers in military uniforms of different colors fell, no matter what era, what world, war is like a huge millstone, crushing human life, the most worthless thing.

Yang Xuan didn't know what era it was, but the structure of the building didn't look like an era in Chinese history at all. This is a war that is completely a cold weapon, where swords, guns and arrows dominate the battlefield and harvest one life after another.

The military uniform on his body had been completely soaked by the rain, clinging to his body tightly, Yang Xuan slowly felt an iron knife among the corpses around him, the battle around him was over, but at this moment, in this unknown city, there must be one side enjoying the fruits of victory, and there was also one side bearing the disaster and pain brewing on this ruin. This iron knife is the capital for his own survival.

What Yang Xuan didn't know was that he had crossed over to the most chaotic and fierce "Death Fjord" on the Norbella continent, six small principalities of different sizes at the southern tip of the continent, fighting together in a narrow coastal area, and the perennial war consumed a lot of manpower and financial resources, extreme exclusivity and the ambition of the grand dukes, so that the pain of war continued to be nurtured in this land, not only that, but the perennial war, even the pirates who were active in the waters near the Death Fjord, would occasionally join the battle, making the hatred a little deeper. The city, called Hamp, was at war, defended by the Principality of Noah's army, and attacked by the Principality of Beru's army. The purpose of the confrontation between the two principalities is nothing more than land, population and resources.

The consciousness and memory of the owner of this body returned to his mind little by little, the owner of the body is named Ron, an ordinary soldier in the Principality of Noah, and he has just joined the army not long ago, as for the previous memories and information, it is as if it has been filtered by a filter, and there is no impression at all.

"Ron, is this my identity in this world?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, no matter what, he is now a survivor on this battlefield, this kind of war in the era of cold weapons is absolutely cruel and bloody, but fortunately, this new body is still quite strong, combined with some fighting skills he learned in his previous life, there is still hope for surviving on the battlefield.

Ron's eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light around him, and the streets were full of unidentified corpses, not only soldiers, but also civilians, arrows, swords, scattered indiscriminately on the road, and now Ron, could only slowly move towards the place where there was light.

As the body functions recovered, there was also a feeling of emptiness and hunger in the stomach.

"If I can't find anything to eat, I'm afraid I'll be the first to starve to death. Ron smiled bitterly and clenched the steel knife in his hand, since fate had given him the opportunity to be human in two lives, he didn't want to experience death again in such a daze.

The source of the light was a wooden house on the side of the road, the strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of Ron's nose, and he took a deep breath, Ron clenched the iron knife in his hand, stepped on the puddle and slowly touched it.

The door of the wooden house had been smashed, the wooden planks were broken and scattered around the door, the body of a young man lay in the doorway, a terrible wound on the neck that cut the artery directly, and the blood mixed with the rain everywhere under his body, in the room, a middle-aged man in his early thirties was firmly tied with a rope, a tattered strip of cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and a muffled sound came out of his mouth, and on the bed facing the door, a soldier in military uniform was shaking his waist and hips vigorously.

Ron's eyelids jumped, in the history of war in the cold weapon era in the previous life, the civilian women of the defeated side often became the target of these soldiers' war cries to vent their desires, but he didn't expect that in this world, he would encounter such a thing.

The woman under the soldier didn't even make a sound, and her blood-stained feet trembled, as if she might die at any moment under the frantic destruction of the soldier. Beside the soldier, a bloodstained scimitar was stuck upside down on the bed.

"Who?"

Ron spun around sharply, and behind him, a soldier with a scar on his face had raised his scimitar and rushed towards him, a murderous aura that smelled of blood. The light of the fire in the room shone on the blade, and the wound on the soldier's face had not yet been scarred, and the tender flesh with blood had turned out of the wound.

"Look for death!"

These soldiers, who had just experienced a bloody battle, had already killed red-eyed and numb minds, and took Ron as an enemy as a matter of course. For them, the only thing they want to do at this moment is to cut off the heads of their enemies.

But their monotonous way of attacking, in Ron's eyes, is almost full of flaws, so many years of martial arts cultivation is not just a fist embroidered legs.

Ron deftly turned sideways, dodging the soldier's chopping motion, and slammed his fist into the soldier's head because of the wrong force, the click of broken bones was especially clear in the night, and the soldier's body curled up upside down like a shrimp, and landed in the puddle on the side of the road with a thud.

The soldier who was working hard in the room was stunned by the scene in front of him, and before he could put on his pants, he suddenly pulled out the scimitar on the bed, quickly wiped the neck of the woman under him, and stabbed the middle-aged man who was tied up in the chest, and the tip of the knife was immediately stained red with blood.

Ron watched the soldier's movements with gloomy eyes, he was not a saint, and in war, the lives of these civilians were like ants. The war has numbed the minds of these soldiers, and they only think about chopping the enemy in front of them, but they do not pay any attention to the skills of the other party.

Ron took a sharp step forward, facing the light of the enemy's sword, an arrow stepped forward, and a knee was pressed against the soldier's lower abdomen, the movement of the soldier's hand came to an abrupt halt, a stiff moan came out of his throat, and Ron held the right hand of the scimitar, and accurately sent the knife into the enemy's heart.

The soldier's corpse rolled down the blood-soaked room, blood spreading wildly in all directions, and the strong smell of blood and hunger caused a dizzy sensation in Ron's brain.