He died, by the conspiration of others, and in this city, there was only one man he trusted, and there was only one man who could plot against him.

The Black Overlord enjoyed the treatment of the victor, the cheers of countless people, and the support of women, while Zhang Zheng turned into a corpse and was discarded in a corner where no one cared about him.

No one will think of him, of this man who has never been defeated in a hundred battles.

The clouds over the city dispersed, and a cold crescent moon hung high for nine days, and the white moonlight shrouded the land.

Suddenly, a faint flash of fire fell from the sky, cut through the dark night, and fell on his corpse impartially, as if it had never appeared.

A wisp of night wind blew, and his body disappeared inch by inch, starting from his head, and after a few breaths, nothing was left in this place, everything was as before.

And he seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Death has always been a field that human beings want to explore, and it is out of reach, and no one can answer this question as if the lights are going out.

Perhaps the opposite is true, the imaginary is not the end, but a new beginning, and death is not the end of life, but the beginning.

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Liaodong Salhu

The bitter cold wind howls over the vast land, and the low hills that stretch endlessly rise and fall, this is a boundless scene, and the biting clouds are condensed but not dispersed, entrenched in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of military camps stationed at the foot of the mountain, and teams of elite Ming soldiers are patrolling around the camp, swords and guns are lined up, and war horses are roaring.

At this time, it was the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, and the Wanli Emperor sent hundreds of thousands of troops to the Jin's army after the decisive battle of Salhu, and the two sides had been in a stalemate for a long time, each with casualties.

Gradually entering autumn and winter, the weather was suddenly cold, and the Ming army closed its camp and defended itself, waiting for the next round of fighting.

I haven't seen the sun for half a month, but fortunately, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty is still strong at this time, and the supply of grain and grass is sufficient, otherwise the morale of the army would have been weakened. But even so, most of the soldiers began to get tired of it.

They had only fought with the Houjin army two days ago, although the Ming people looked down on this group of barbarians from the bottom of their hearts, but they had to admire the combat effectiveness of the Houjin army, which was completely fearless of death, especially the cavalry, and even scattered the Ming army many times.

Thanks to the ancestral system of the Ming Dynasty, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty is not as good as that of the generation, the status of the warriors is underground, and the soldiers have no intention of fighting.

The prestige of the Qi family army has long become a legend, and Qi Jiguang's descendants are nowhere to be found, and the main general who commanded the army this time is even more on paper. Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of troops would not have been blocked one after another.

"Grass, this group of bitches raised wild people don't stay well in Changbai Mountain, but they want to invade my Daming, so Lao Tzu has been in this ghost place for more than half a month. ”

"Alas, the Houjin people are indeed brave, and many of our brothers have been lost in their hands. ”

"I don't know when I'll be able to go back, and if I don't, I'm worried that there will be someone else in my bed. ”

A few soldiers guarding the camp were talking and laughing in a low voice, the atmosphere of the battlefield was heavy, they were out of breath, and the tragic death of their comrades made them hesitate even more, if they didn't use words to vent, they might go crazy.

The oldest of them was about forty years old, with a vicissitudes of face and carrying an iron spear with five thick fingers and thick calluses.

He is the oldest of these people, and after decades of being a soldier, he has already seen through life and death.

Another soldier looked around cautiously before he said to him, "Old man Li, do you think we can win?"

Old man Li glanced at him, didn't say a word, during the Wanli period, it was the most rampant time for Jinyiwei and Dongchang, if he was accidentally listened to by the spies, where was there still half a way to live, he would be sent to the edict at the lightest, and the nine clans would be punished at the worst.

"I heard that there are people in the Jinyi Guard, if we follow him, we may be able to find a good future. Another soldier spoke, and he was better informed than the others, and knew some gossip.

It is not difficult to hear that there is three points of envy in his tone, there are people in the court, and it is extremely simple to be promoted to a knighthood, and for people like them, they may be the same as Old Man Li after a few decades.

"But Zhang Bi was shot in the chest by an arrow three days ago, and now he is still unconscious, and the devil knows if he will wake up. ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, just do your own thing. Old Li spoke, and several other people didn't speak, and lowered their heads one after another, not knowing what to think about in their hearts.

The tent was surrounded by cowhides, which were impermeable, so it was not very cold.

A stout man lay quietly on the bed, covered with warm woolen felt, and a pair of black armor hung on the shelf beside him.

The man's face was bloodless, his breath was weak, and he let out a soft moan from his mouth.

"Hey, why haven't I died?", suddenly, the man lying down straightened up, opened his eyes, and said in disbelief.

"Didn't I get killed by the Black Overlord?" he vaguely remembered what happened at the last moment, and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

At this moment, a large amount of information appeared in his head out of thin air.

Zhang Bijiang

Wanli Emperor

Salhu

Mingjin War

Something strange and familiar floated through his mind, and his head seemed to explode.

After a long time, Zhang Zhengcai completely fused all the information, and he was dumbfounded.

It seems that he traveled from the twentieth century to the Ming Dynasty, and now is the time of the Ming Dynasty army and the Later Jin War.

As for the predecessor of this body, he was a partial general in the army, and he was accidentally shot with an arrow the day before yesterday, and his soul returned to the sky, so he borrowed the corpse to return his soul.

Tragic scenes floated in front of me, countless corpses piled up into hills, blood flowed like rivers, corpses were scattered all over the field, and the swords shook the sky.

Although he is a martial idiot, he still has a little understanding of history, and the battle of Sarhu ended with a great defeat of the Ming army, which was beheaded by tens of thousands, and the ending was tragic, and it was this battle that laid the foundation for the decline of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Zheng shook his head, even if he wanted to change history, he couldn't do anything, he was just a partial general, and it was already a great luck in misfortune to be able to live.

It wasn't his turn to intervene in this battle.

When he came to his senses, he sat quietly for a long time, clearing the thoughts in his mind, and the arrow wound in his chest had healed.

He tried it, this body is no worse than the body of his previous life, perhaps because he is a military general, he has been polishing his strength all year round, fighting on the battlefield, and his strength is extremely great, and the thick iron spear on the side makes it smooth and stress-free.

In the afternoon, he put on his armor and walked out of the tent, and the eyes of several soldiers were full of surprise.

Zhang Zheng didn't pay attention to it, he went to get some food, he was a partial general, he had a lot of power, and it was too late for ordinary soldiers to stammer, and in the next few days, the army was stationed in the camp, and there was no sign of going out.

He is familiar with the war horse spear every day, and integrates the kung fu he learned in his previous life into it, and the five-foot iron spear is like a swimming dragon by him, and every shot can open the stele and crack the stone.

He still takes the road of breaking through with strength, relying on strong strength to crush the opponent, the advantage is obvious, when it is strong, it is strong, but the shortcomings are also prominent, once it encounters an opponent with advanced skills, it will not be easy.

There is no way to do this, he is extremely strong in hand-to-hand combat, but his spear skills are an entry, and his skills can only be accumulated slowly later.

As a partial general, Zhang Zheng originally had 2,000 soldiers under his command, but until now, there are only more than 1,000 people left, but they are all elites, and they are stationed around the camp.

At present, there is a lot of wind and snow, and if you don't go to war again, you can only wait for the beginning of spring next year.

Sooner rather than later, the matter of the army will change, and he has no way to change it, so he can only take his subordinates to train diligently.