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Zhang Ke raised his feet and walked into the door, his body enveloped as the clouds and mist cascaded.

The dungeon also officially began.

Unlike the previous two times, although it is still in the third person, there is no link to overlook the country from the air, and as soon as he breaks free from the vertigo, others are already on the ground.

The reason why he didn't have to land was because he was now a wooden carving, and he was wearing a red rope and hanging it around his neck.

The whole body was almost stuffed in the placket, and it was dark in front of him, and there was a strong smell in the small and crowded space, which was probably the smell of sweat and blood stains after being fermented by the wind and sun.

The environment of this opening CG is getting worse and worse.

From the pyre to the arms of a strong man... I don't know where it will be next time.

And just as Zhang Ke had already put himself in a comfortable posture in the wood carving, ready to enjoy the premise of this play, the placket on the top of his head was opened, and a faint light was revealed along the gap, allowing him to see the dusky outside.

Then a gritty, cracked hand pulled him out of the placket of his coat, and the red rope that held Zhang Ke was untied, and the other man held him in both hands and placed him on a fairly flat clod of earth.

He folded his hands, bowed his head and muttered, "Grandpa the mountain god, this raid can be smooth sailing!"

At this time, with the help of the dim daylight, Zhang Ke saw clearly the person who picked up his beacon this time, a thin young man, with hairy stubble at the corners of his mouth as if telling his age.

If it were in his own world, he should be at his desk with the pile of textbooks and papers, but now he has no protection, and he appears outside the sandy wilderness with his bare hands.

And at this moment, a figure appeared behind him, reached out and patted the young man's shoulder: "Yo, why don't you stay here and worship God?" You don't even have a piece of dry bread, will it work?"

"My father and mother will worship it, so I just beg for it."

After the salute, the young man answered while picking up the statue and tying it around his neck again, but this time he didn't completely tuck it back into the placket, so that Zhang Ke could also see the outside world.

The two of them didn't take a few steps back before returning to the crowd.

And here Zhang Ke saw more soldiers dressed in the same clothes as the two of them, scattered in this leeward depression, scattered about a thousand people.

In the middle of the pit, there were two or three generals in iron armor, lying on the ground, repeatedly checking something on the map by the faint light.

It's too far away to see clearly, and I only vaguely hear the words Turkic, general, etc...

After that, the bottom of the pit fell silent again, and it was not until late at night that the thousand or so soldiers ate some dry cakes with cold water, and then took up their weapons on the ground, and with the sound of a slight collision, they came out of the pit and walked silently to a more desolate place.

was hung on the neckline, and Zhang Ke kept shaking as he walked, and his sight was intermittent.

It was not until the night faded and the sun rose that the dreary night walk ceased, and then they hid in their hideaways as they did in the daytime... The next two days were day and night, and the team was exceptionally quiet.

It's not that there is no communication at all, but there is basically no useful information.

The boy didn't find a corner to tear down Zhang Ke and chat with him like he did on the first day.

Until the fourth day, after dawn, he did not continue to march, but set up an ambush around, and scattered a few scouts, Zhang Ke, who felt that the meat was coming, lifted his spirits, and then there was a dull sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and then a group of cavalry galloped from afar.

"Uhhh

"Stand up and prepare to meet the enemy!" The iron-clad general stepped forward, urging the soldiers on the ground while scolding: "Special mother, I finally ran into it, this group of Turkic rats, and they will have to go back the same way when they run out of supplies for another day."

Under the silence, the more than 1,000 soldiers moved quickly, trained for a long time, and the tacit understanding formed by the battle let everyone know this

What to do when the time comes.

In the first two rows were soldiers armed with spears, followed by sword and shield soldiers, and the young man with Zhang Ke was one of the spearmen.

As the enemy cavalry approached, the spearmen standing in front fell to their knees, raising their spears diagonally and aiming them in front of them... At this time, the cavalry in the distance also spotted the group.

After a brief panic, the cavalry did not disperse, but rushed forward brandishing their sabers.

The two armies intersected, and the sharp spears were abandoned by the spearmen the moment they pierced through the chests of the war horses, and only those who moved fast had time to get out, and the slower ones were knocked out by the momentum of the war horses.

As blood gushed out, the speed of the cavalry charge was curbed.

But at the same time, the battle formation of spearmen was also torn open, and then the Turkic cavalry rushed into it, and a close-knit bloody battle broke out immediately.

The battle lasted for half a day, and finally ended with the victory of the young man's side, and none of the hundreds of Turks survived.

But they also paid the price, and only 800 of the 1,000-strong contingent are still alive, and a third of them are wounded.

At this moment, the general came from a distance, turning the corpses on the ground as he went.

Each of these Turks had ghostly tattoos on their faces, and in the interlayer under their leather armor were entrails wrapped in cow and sheep skins, which were now shriveled, and some even rotted with a foul smell.

As he flipped it, suddenly a fist-sized package fell out, and various spices spilled on the ground.

Seeing this, the general suddenly sweated.

He also wondered why these Turks would rather die in battle than run away.

Now he understands that it's not that they don't want to run, it's that they can't run at all.

All of them had evil spells engraved on their faces, and although the general could not understand the meaning of the talisman, he had seen the ritual of sacrificing prisoners in Chang'an, where the heads were cut off and stacked on top of each other, and the entrails were mixed with spices and roasted.

Sort in the dug pits,

Finally, it was thrown into the pit and burned together with the congratulatory message dedicated to the god of Haotian.

Although it is not comparable to the time at the moment, the situation is somewhat similar at a cursory glance, and I don't know which wild god it corresponds to.

The general's heart had a bad premonition, and he turned his head and urged loudly: "Don't clean up the battlefield, cut off their ears, and leave quickly!"

"Are the captains alone?"

Tube?

How to manage.

If his hunch was true, there really wasn't much time left for them, and it was already a big risk to take away the battle exploits, and then bring these bloody corpses.

Now these living people will all be killed when the time comes.

The action was quick, but it was a little late.

The wind in the wasteland became more and more terrible, and with the wind and sand swept along with it there was a strong, rotting stench that filled the air, and the generals shouted for the soldiers to take up their weapons and set up formation.

But as soon as the soldiers took their positions, a group of beasts with red eyes and red eyes like jackals rushed out of the desert, and they tore the throat of one of the soldiers when they couldn't dodge, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The soldiers were naturally resisting, but the opponent's speed was too fast, and often more than a dozen people could fight a jackal, and they had just experienced a big battle, their physical strength was exhausted, their spirits were exhausted, and they were defeated after not supporting it for too long.

Then a large number of jackals swarmed up, and the flying wind and sand were stained with a layer of blood.

As the living people present, including the young man with Zhang Ke, also fell in a pool of blood, the jackals settled down, and they did not enjoy the spoils for the first time, but gathered aside and lay on the ground, throwing their bodies to the ground.

Then Zhang Ke heard the sound of heavy objects moving in the wind and sand, the sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was in his ears, and then a huge blue-black palm pinched the young man's body in his hand, and turned it into a puddle of meat mud.

Then words appeared in front of Zhang Ke's eyes.

[In the sixth year of Yonghui, Gaozong sent Cheng Zhijie to attack the Shabalu Khan in the west, and since then he has used troops in the Western Regions for many years, and the war in the Western Regions has been endless. 】

[The countries of the Western Regions have colluded with foreign religions and evil gods, repeatedly assassinated our Tang generals, invaded the borders, and enjoyed the cholera people. 】

[The Tang Emperor was furious and ordered to recruit the ghosts and gods of the Tang Dynasty, and the monks and monks went to the Western Regions with the army......]

As the font appeared, Zhang Ke's eyes resurfaced, this time he appeared in a temple in a small mountain village, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a small official bowing to him, and then the soldiers on the left and right stepped forward to move his statue......