No matter how fierce he is, he can defeat ten people and hundreds of people, and it is difficult to resist thousands of troops, and if he is not careful, he will die without a place to be buried.

No matter how high his kung fu is, it is difficult to survive in the rain of arrows, unless he escapes now, if he wants to survive, he can only rely on these more than a thousand soldiers.

The imperial court also recognized the importance of the battle of Sarhu, so it did not withhold military salaries, and was fully armed and heavily armored. The more than 1,000 people under him are all veterans who have fought for many years, and their combat power is strong, and they were used as vanguard troops before, and they really fought a few battles with Houjin's cavalry.

Although the position of general was obtained by people in the court, Zhang Zheng's predecessor did have a few brushes, and every time he took the lead in the charge, an iron spear did not know how many lives of the Houjin soldiers.

His bravery impressed the other generals, and he also earned a reputation for himself in the army, and the soldiers below were even more obedient.

Three or five days have passed, and he still hasn't received a military order from above, but his body is almost polished, and he can perfectly grasp every bit of strength.

There was an open space outside the tent, and every morning he came out early in the morning to practice marksmanship in the open space, and the five-foot iron gun opened and closed widely, rolling up a violent whistling sound, which was deafening. The four sides were surrounded by soldiers, all of whom looked at him with fiery eyes.

"The general's marksmanship has improved again, I'm afraid that if this shot goes down, even Houjin's shield won't be able to stop it. ”

"Stained, you kid is blind, not long ago when we rushed into battle with the general, I saw with my own eyes that Houjin's cavalry would be stabbed to death by the general. ”

A few soldiers whispered, they had already been impressed by Zhang Zheng's bravery, where could they guess that they were from another world.

The army is like this, the strong are respected, as long as they are strong enough, they can be respected by others.

After practicing his marksmanship, he gathered his soldiers, put on battle armor, brought swords and bows, rode war horses, and became familiar with horse warfare.

The horses roared, the wind howled, the smoke and dust rolled up, and the earth seemed to shake. At this moment, he was full of pride in his heart, Zhang Zheng in his previous life was a martial arts idiot, obsessed with martial arts, but in the end, he was plotted to come to the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

What man doesn't want to be able to ride a horse and scold Fang Xiao one day. It's just that there is no such opportunity in the twenty-first century. At that time, the sky was not blue, the water was not green, civilizations were changing, and the ancients, whether good or bad, were not inherited.

If you talk about culture alone, the Republic of China is a brilliant era in the true sense, and it is also the last ray of light before the night, and even the martial arts he practiced are left from the Republic of China.

The invasion of foreign powers, the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China was a turbulent era, the warriors saved themselves, the martial arts were greatly revitalized, the literati saved the country, crossed the ocean, learned the skills of the master to control the country, took the essence of China and foreign countries, dissolved in their own bodies, and created countless masters.

In that era, there were countless famous martial artists, Li Shuwen, Sun Lutang, Dadao Wang Wu, Wudang Sword Immortal, South Fist and North Leg, there is no doubt that it was a tragic and glorious era, and he just accepted the legacy of that era.

After the Republic of China, the culture of Shenzhou was fragmented and devastated, and in modern times, it was impacted by Western culture, leaving even less, only the older generation is still insisting on virtue, and most of the new young people who claim to be the 21st century have forgotten the rules of their ancestors, and everything is on par with the West, proud of the same, and ashamed of the difference.

In the twenty-first century, he is an anomaly, obsessed with martial arts, and as for the joys of life that others admire, it is not worth mentioning to him, and it may be a good thing to be able to come to this era.

Thousands of cavalry dispatched, causing an extraordinary momentum, and the generals in the large camp were alarmed, and when they saw that it was him, they swallowed back the words of reprimand. Others don't know the background of General Zhang Bi, how can they not know, besides, this general is brave in battle and is deeply loved by the coach, so they dare not offend rashly.

At the end of the night, Zhang Zhengcai returned to the camp with the army, the war horse ran for a long time, tired enough, the terrain around Salhu had been checked, and he was about to start planning a retreat.

That night, the dark clouds covered the top, the wind blew fiercely, and then the torrential rain poured, and the bean-sized raindrops were endless, and the gray rain curtain stretched without an end in sight.

Lightning and thunder roared, thunder echoed between the heavens and the earth, and the earth seemed to shake.

The barracks were surrounded by trenches that would not be flooded.

Zhang Zheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep, the candle flame was flickering, and the light was dim.

The rain did not stop, and before he knew it, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, a strange light enveloped his body, and his mind was pulled to a strange place.

"Where is this?" Zhang Zheng looked around, there was no difference between up and down, left and right, and dense points of light floated beside him.

"Welcome host. A mechanical voice sounded in his ears, Zhang Zheng was startled, and after a while, he calmed down and asked, "Where is this, and what do you mean by host?"

"You are the host", the mechanical voice sounded again, "And I am the machine spirit of the Ten Thousand Worlds System. ”

"The Ten Thousand Worlds System? He was puzzled.

"To put it simply, I brought you into this world after you died. The mechanical voice sounded impatient. At this moment, all the doubts in Zhang Zheng's heart were solved.

"Why did you bring me into this world?" he was able to live again, where would he be afraid, and he just wanted to ask all the things he didn't know.

"Because I chose you. The voice of the machine spirit was still the same indifference.

"Next up is your first mission. ”

"What task?"

"Survive, you can get three points for completing the task, and if you fail, you should know the outcome. ”

"Isn't it just death?" he didn't care.

"As long as you have enough points, you can leave this world, otherwise you can only stay here forever until you die of old age. The machine spirit threatened.

I have to say that being able to go to other worlds is a great temptation, which means that he can step on a higher realm and become more powerful, as for life and death, he doesn't see it so important.

Without waiting for him to say more, the whole space disappeared, his mind returned to his body, and he did not speak for a night, and when he woke up the next day, the rain had stopped.

Rubbing his forehead, the matter of the system has not been forgotten, this is an opportunity, a great opportunity, and there is a faint excitement on his face.

As a person in the 21st century, he is no stranger to traveling, but he didn't expect that one day, this kind of thing will happen to him.

"General Qiyu, the general sent someone to invite the general to go to the meeting", the soldier outside the account said loudly, Zhang Zheng put away his mind, put on a black battle armor, the tent door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a yellow battle armor walked in, and he was carrying a long embroidered spring knife around his waist, but he was a good hand with a knife.

"Jinyiwei?" his face did not change, the embroidered spring knife was Jinyiwei's weapon, so the identity of the person who came was obvious.

"The guard in front of the general's tent, Lu Wenzhao, the general manager, has seen General Zhang Bi. The person said respectfully.

"Are you Lu Wenzhao?", Zhang Zheng asked lightly, but in fact, his heart was already overturned.