An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 110 Go?can't go
as always,

Zhang Ke lifted his foot and walked into the door, as the clouds and mist enveloped his body in layers.

The copy has also officially started.

Different from the previous two times, although it is still in the third person, it does not have the link of overlooking the country and the land from the air. Just after breaking free from the dizziness, the other person is already on the ground.

The reason why he didn't need to land was because he had now turned into a wooden sculpture, being hung around his neck with a red string.

Almost the whole body was tucked into the skirt, and there was darkness in front of his eyes. There was a strong smell in the small and crowded space. It was probably the smell of sweat and blood stains after being exposed to the wind and sun and fermented.

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 appear next time.

And just as Zhang Ke had already settled into a comfortable posture in the wood carving, ready to enjoy the pre-drama summary, the front of his head was pulled open, and a slight light leaked in through the gap, allowing him to see the outside clearly. The sky was dim.

Then a hand as rough as gravel and full of cracks took him out from the skirt of his clothes, the red rope tied to Zhang Ke was untied, and the other party held him with both hands and placed him on a fairly flat clod .

Putting his hands together, he bowed his head and said in obeisance: "Grandfather of the mountain god, bless you, this raid can be smooth sailing!"

At this time, with the help of the dim sunlight, Zhang Ke could see clearly the person who picked up his beacon this time, a thin young man with a fluffy beard at the corner of his mouth that seemed to tell his age.

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

And at this moment, a figure appeared behind him, reaching out and patting the boy's shoulder lightly: "Hey, are you here to worship God again? You don't even have a piece of dry biscuit, can it work?"

"Father and mother at home will enshrine it, so I just ask for it."

After the worship was over, the boy answered, picked up the statue and tied it around his neck again, but this time he didn't completely stuff it back into the skirt, so that Zhang Ke could also see the outside world.

The two returned to the crowd without taking a few steps back.

But here Zhang Ke saw more soldiers dressed in the same clothes as the two, scattered in this leeward depression, there were more than 1000 people scattered here and there.

And in the middle of the pit, there are two or three generals in iron armor, lying on the ground, repeatedly confirming something on the map with the faint light.

The distance is too far to see clearly, only vaguely heard the words Turkic, Great General, etc.
After that, the bottom of the pit became quiet again until late at night. After eating some dry biscuits with cold water, the more than 1000 soldiers picked up the weapons placed on the ground. With the sound of a slight collision, they came out of the pit. Silently walked to a more desolate place.

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

The dull nocturnal march did not stop until the night faded and the sun rose, and then they hid in the hiding place as in the daytime, and they were nocturnal for the next two days, and the team was extremely quiet.

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

The boy no longer found a corner to dismantle Zhang Ke to chat with him like he did on the first day.

On the fourth day, after dawn, they did not continue marching, but instead ambushed around and scattered a few scouts. Zhang Ke, who felt that the meat was coming, raised his spirits, and then there was a dull sound of horseshoes in the distance , and then a group of cavalry came galloping from afar.

"Woo—" A horn sounded not far from him.

"Get up and line up, ready to meet the enemy!" The general in iron armor stepped forward, urging the soldiers on the ground, cursing: "Damn, I finally met these Turkic rats, wait another day for the supplies to run out You have to go back the way you came.”

In silence, these more than 1000 soldiers acted quickly, trained for a long time, and the tacit understanding formed in the battle let everyone know what to do at this time.

In the first two rows were soldiers holding long spears, followed by sword and shield soldiers. The young man with Zhang Ke was one of the spear soldiers.

As the enemy cavalry approached, the spearmen standing in front half-kneeled on the ground, pointing their spears obliquely at the front. At this time, the cavalry in the distance also spotted this group of troops.

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

The two armies met, and the sharp spears were abandoned by the spearmen the moment they penetrated the chest of the horse. Even so, only those who moved quickly had time to escape, and were knocked out by the momentum of the horse when they were a little slower. .

With the spurt of blood, the speed of the cavalry's charge was curbed.

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

The battle lasted for half a day, and finally ended with the juvenile side winning. None of the hundreds of Turks survived.

But they also paid a price. Now there are only more than 1000 people alive in the team of more than 800 people, and one-third of them are injured.

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

Each of these Turkic people has tattoos that look like ghostly symbols on their faces, and there are internal organs wrapped in cow and sheep skin in the interlayer under their leather armor. Now these internal organs have shrunk, and some even rot and emit an unpleasant smell. .

As he flipped, suddenly a fist-sized package fell out, and various spices were scattered all over the floor.

Seeing this, the general suddenly broke out in sweat.

He also wondered why these Turkic people would rather die than run away.

Now he understood that it wasn't that they didn't want to run, but that they couldn't run at all.

They were all engraved with evil spells on their faces. Although the general couldn't understand the meaning of this strange symbol, he had seen the ceremony of offering captives when he was in Chang'an. The heads were cut off and stacked together, and the internal organs were mixed with spices and roasted cooked.

In the well-dug pits sorted,

Finally, it was thrown into the pit and burned together with the congratulations dedicated to God Haotian.

Although it is not comparable to that at the moment, the situation is somewhat similar at a glance, and it is not known which wild god it is corresponding to.

The general had a bad feeling in his heart, he turned his head and urged loudly: "I won't clean up the battlefield, cut off their ears, and hurry up!"

"Have the lieutenants ignored it?"

Tube?
How to manage.

If his premonition is true, then there is really not much time left for them. It is already a big risk to take away the military exploits, and then bring these bloody corpses.

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

The action is very fast, but it is a bit late.

The wind on the wasteland became more and more horrific, and along with the wind and sand, there was also a strong, rotten smell permeating the air. The general shouted at the soldiers to take up their weapons and set up formations.

But as soon as the soldiers took their positions, a group of jackal-like beasts with red eyes rushed out of the desert. They tore a soldier's throat without being able to dodge, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The soldiers were naturally resisting, but the opponent's speed was too fast, often more than a dozen people could kill a jackal, and they had just experienced a big battle, exhausted physically and mentally, and they were defeated before they lasted too long.

Then a large number of wolves rushed forward, and the flying sand was stained with blood.

As the living people present, including the young man with Zhang Ke also fell in a pool of blood, the wolves settled down. Instead of enjoying the spoils immediately, they gathered together and lay down on the ground, throwing themselves 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 right next to his ears, and then a huge blue-black palm pinched the young man's body in it, forming a forceful movement As he lay dying, Zhang Ke vaguely heard a half-baked Chinese—Jie Jie Jie, and a frightened wild god.

Then a word appeared in front of Zhang Ke's eyes.

[In the sixth year of Yonghui, Emperor Gaozong sent Cheng Zhijie to attack Shabolue Khan in the west. Since then, he has used troops in the Western Regions for years, and the Western Regions have been in constant war. 】

[The countries in the Western Regions and foreign teachers, the evil gods, have repeatedly plotted against our generals of the Tang Dynasty, invaded the borders, and choleraed the people for joy. 】

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

As the characters appeared, the picture in front of Zhang Ke's eyes appeared again. This time he appeared in a temple in a small mountain village. 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 idol
　Calvin is so serious, the headache is about to burst, what happened recently

　　
　
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