"Kill!" An earth-shattering roar woke up Xiang Ye in a coma, he smelled a strong smell of blood and flying dust, he opened his eyes in a daze, and was suddenly startled by the scene in front of him, only to see two groups of people wearing different armor fighting desperately, under the shadow of swords and swords, many people fell into the dust, and were trampled under the feet of the people who rushed up from behind, and the ground was full of slimy blood and cold corpses.

Only four or five steps away from Xiang Ye, a person was reaching out to clamp the neck of another person wearing a different armor from him, his eyes were wide open, and a pair of eyeballs seemed to burst out of his eye sockets, and he violently slammed the hilt of the short sword in his hand into the head of the person who was stuck in the neck.

Xiang Ye originally thought that he had fallen into a certain studio where he was filming, but the bloody scene in front of him quickly made him understand that this was not filming, but what really happened.

The hilt of the sword-wielding man slammed into the forehead of another person, and immediately knocked the person's forehead open, and red blood flowed down the door of his head.

The person who was knocked on the forehead by the hilt of the sword tilted his head back, and the short sword glowing with blue light in the sword-wielding hand was then slashed horizontally, cutting a long cut in the person's throat, and blood suddenly gushed out of the cut throat, and the person whose throat was cut fell straight down with his eyes wide open, and the person who killed him wiped a handful of blood that he splashed on his face and turned to kill the others.

Xiang Ye opened his mouth wide in astonishment as he watched the two armies in front of him scuffle, and just when he was at a loss, a man dressed as an ancient soldier rushed towards him with a spear.

"Brother, be careful!" Before Xiang Ye could react to what was happening, there was a sudden loud shout behind him, and with this loud shout, a figure jumped in front of him with a "whoosh".

The person who jumped out rushed towards the soldier who stabbed Xiang Ye with a spear, and when the two of them were only one or two steps away, he twisted his body and spun on the spot, and the spear stabbed against his chest, and he grabbed the spear shaft in the soldier's hand while spinning in a circle, and grabbed the spear shaft in the soldier's hand, and after grabbing the spear shaft, the wrist of the hand he held the sword flipped over, and the tip of the short sword pointed backwards, stabbing fiercely at the back of the soldier who had passed by.

The short sword pierced the soldier's back, and he didn't stop for a moment, he pulled the sword out, and after he pulled out the sword, the soldier's heart spurted blood, and his hands still clutched the spear and fell straight down.

"Be careful!" After stabbing the soldier to death, the man stretched out his hand and shouted loudly behind Xiang Ye, who was already standing up, and Xiang Ye could clearly see the anxiety in his expression when he shouted.

Xiang Ye subconsciously turned his head, and what he saw was another ancient soldier rushing towards him with a spear. When he turned around, the soldier was only a dozen paces away from him, and if he turned back too late, he would be pierced in the back of the heart with a spear.

He hurriedly turned his body to the side, and the spear was close to his waist, and the spear stabbed at his soldier before he could regain his momentum, and staggered past him.

While the soldier and Xiang Ye passed by, one of Xiang Ye's legs stretched forward slightly, which happened to stumble on the soldier's calf.

Tripped by him, the soldier suddenly lost his balance under his feet, staggered forward a few more steps, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Remind Xiang Ye to pay attention to the person behind him hurriedly jumped up a few steps, jumped up, and knelt heavily on the back of the soldier before he got up, pressing his newly climbed body back to the ground again.

Then he reached out and grabbed the soldier's hair, and the short sword in his other hand slashed at the soldier's throat. As the short sword slashed, blood spurted from the soldier's neck, and a wisp of resentment left his body with a crooked head.

"Brother, you follow me, don't get separated!" After killing someone, the man raised his head and beckoned to Xiang Ye, and when Xiang Ye, who was full of fear, ran to his side, he stood up and pulled Xiang Ye over and shouted loudly.

Xiang Ye nodded blankly, but this person suddenly stuffed the sword into his hand and shouted to him: "If someone wants to kill you, you will kill him, understand?" On the battlefield, you are either a comrade or an enemy, don't think about it so much, facing the enemy is either you or he dies! ”

After speaking, he grabbed Xiang Ye's arm, dragged him forward for two steps, turned around and shouted, "Kill with me!" ”

In this way, Xiang Ye became a soldier on one side of the warring party in a daze, and the two sides fought fiercely, but he never killed anyone.

He can't do it, although he has won the championship in the college sanda league for three consecutive years, but killing is different from a game after all, in the arena, he can walk with a tiger, punch and kick, and inflict a heavy punch and heavy leg on the opponent, but after all, it is a competition, an amateur competition with both sides wearing protective gear.

No one dies in a match, especially in a junior student-for-all tournament like the one he's used to play, where points are often the key to victory rather than knockouts.

Now he is inexplicably standing on the battlefield, and it is on the ancient battlefield that he has only seen on TV. Unlike on TV, it was even more bloody, and the whole battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there were broken and bloody corpses everywhere.

An enemy soldier rushed towards Xiang Ye with a short sword, the soldier's eyes were wide open, his steel teeth were clenched, and Xiang Ye could clearly see that the muscles in his face were also twitching violently as he ran.

Xiang Ye was about to raise his sword and rush up to subdue him, when suddenly a soldier from the same camp as Xiang Ye jumped out from the side, and after the soldier of the same camp rushed out, the shield in his left hand was raised high and slapped down on the face of the enemy who rushed over.

A crisp sound of "pop" came into Xiang Ye's ears, and the enemy was smashed on his back by the shield that was slapped head-on and fell to the ground, and at the same time as he fell, the short sword in the hands of the soldiers of the same camp flipped over, and it was inserted straight down from top to bottom, and "poof" was inserted into the enemy's heart.

Xiang Ye obviously added the right camp, the two sides of the fight gradually divided the advantages and disadvantages, the enemy began to resist and retreat, while the camp he joined was constantly advancing.

With every step they pushed, fighters from both sides fell in pools of blood.

Xiang Ye didn't know who he was fighting for at this time, and he didn't know why he was fighting, he stood in the middle of the battlefield with a short sword, just to not be killed by others.

"Kill! Take Qin Jia's head off! There was a sudden shout behind him, Xiang Ye looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a middle-aged general about forty years old riding a war horse from behind, the general had broad shoulders and a round waist but a white face, a pair of big round eyes that were not angry and self-majestic, and the long black beard on his chin fluttered in the wind when he galloped on his horse.

After the general rushed out, the officers and soldiers of the camp that Xiang Ye joined were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they all howled and rushed towards the retreating enemy.

The enemy was quickly outnumbered, and under intense pressure, they gradually turned from resisting and retreating to rushing backwards like a tidal wave.

A person who looked like a general in the enemy camp fled on horseback and fled to the front, and the person who had been protecting Xiang Ye before saw the enemy general fleeing, and he didn't care about taking care of Xiang Ye anymore, so he quickly pulled a cavalryman off the horse, and he himself jumped on the horse and rode up to catch up.

Xiang Ye watched as the man's back disappeared into the midst of the enemies who retreated like a flood, and he himself ran forward after the pursuing army. At this time, his brain was in chaos, and he always felt that the name Qin Jia was very familiar to him when he studied history, as if he had heard it somewhere, but because he suddenly saw a bloody battlefield, fear and panic made his brain not as bright as usual, he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Qin Jia has been ambushed, and you still won't surrender?" After chasing about a cup of tea, the person who protected Xiang Ye at first ran back on his horse, still carrying a bloody human head in his hand, and while riding his horse towards the middle-aged general, he held his head high and shouted loudly to the enemy who was being chased by Xiang Ye and them.

The pursuing enemy raised his eyes and looked at his hand, and many people immediately recognized that it was the head of the main general Qin Jia who was always carried in his hand, and immediately lost even the courage to escape, and hurriedly knelt on the ground with his weapon held high, surrendering to the people who were chasing them.

"Hahahaha!" After the man ran to the middle-aged general, turned over, dismounted, and half-knelt on the ground to present the head, the middle-aged general saw that it was really Qin Jia's head, raised his head and smiled: "Yu Fanjun, you kid is good, this time I will give you a first credit!" ”

"Yu Fanjun!" Hearing this name, Xiang Ye's eyes suddenly widened, and he remembered that Qin Jia was a general who followed Chen Sheng in the uprising at the end of Qin, and was later killed by Xiang Liang because of the opposition of the princes for supporting Jingju. And Yu Fanjun was originally supposed to be a general under Qin Jia, but he only took refuge in Xiang Liang after Qin Jia's death, how could he kill Qin Jia with his own hands now?

"Could it be that the person on horseback is Xiang Liang?" Xiang Ye stared at the middle-aged general not far away and the man named Yu Fanjun who was presenting the head to the middle-aged general, and couldn't help beating the drum in his heart, and secretly thought: "If it's not a dream, or I somehow traveled to the end of Qin, damn it, how could such a strange thing happen?" ”

"General Xie!" Before Xiang Ye could figure out what was going on, he saw Yu Fanjun clenching his fists with both hands and thanking the middle-aged general, got up and stood aside, and squeezed his eyes at Xiang Ye, who was poking his head out and looking at him.

Xiang Ye was very depressed, and until now he hadn't figured out what was going on. He remembered that he was originally sleeping in the gazebo of the campus with a copy of "The Ancient History of the World", but when he opened his eyes, the whole world had changed, the familiar campus was gone, and what appeared in front of him was an ancient battlefield full of blood and cruelty.