Ni Chu

"Kill!" Xiang Ye, who was in a coma, was awakened by a loud roar. He smelled a strong smell of blood and flying dust. He opened his eyes in a daze, and was immediately frightened by the scene in front of him. After a jump, two groups of people wearing different armors were fighting to the death. Under the shadow of swords and swords, many people fell in the dust and were trampled by the people who came up from behind. The ground was full of sticky blood and cold corpses.

Only four or five steps away from Xiang Ye, a man was reaching out to grab the neck of another man who was wearing a different armor from him. His eyes were wide open, and a pair of eyeballs seemed to burst out of the eye sockets violently. He used the hilt of the dagger in his hand to hit the forehead of the man whose neck was stuck.

Xiang Ye originally thought he had fallen into a film studio, but the bloody scene in front of him quickly made him realize that this was not filming, but something that actually happened.

The hilt in the sword-bearer's hand knocked on another person's forehead, knocking that person's forehead open immediately, and bright red blood flowed down the forehead.

The person who was hit on the forehead by the sword hilt looked back, and the dagger in the hand of the sword holder slashed horizontally, cutting a long gash in the person's throat, and the blood flowed from it immediately. Spewing out from the slit throat, the person whose throat was slit fell down straight with blood on his face and eyes wide open, while the person who killed him wiped the blood that was splattered on his face and turned to face the others. kill the past.

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

"Brother, be careful!" Xiang Ye hadn't realized what had happened, a loud shout came from behind him, and following the loud shout, a figure "whoosh" jumped in front of him.

The person who jumped out rushed towards the soldier who was stabbed by Xiang Ye with the spear. When they were only one or two steps away, he twisted his body and spun in place, and the spear stuck to his chest and pierced. , while circling around, he grabbed back the hand that was not holding anything, firmly grasped the spear shaft in the soldier's hand, and after grabbing the spear shaft, he turned the wrist of the sword-holding hand, and the dagger pointed backward, Fiercely stabbed at the back of the soldier who had already passed by.

The short sword pierced the soldier's back, and he didn't stop for a moment, but pulled out the sword violently. After he pulled out the sword, blood spurted from the back of the soldier's heart, and he fell down straight with his hands still holding the spear tightly.

"Be careful!" the man yelled loudly after stabbing the soldier to death, pointing at the back of Xiang Ye who was staggering and standing up. Xiang Ye could clearly see the anxiety in his expression when he yelled.

Xiang Ye turned his head subconsciously, and what he saw was another ancient soldier charging towards him with a spear.When he turned his head, the soldier was only ten steps away from him. Seeing that if he turned back later, he would be pierced by a spear from the back of his heart.

He hurriedly turned his body to one side, and the spear passed through his waist. The soldier who stabbed at him with the spear couldn't stop, and staggered and ran past him.

At the same time that the soldier and Xiang Ye passed each other, Xiang Ye stretched one leg forward slightly, and happened to trip over the soldier's calf.

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

Reminding Xiang Ye to pay attention to the people behind, he jumped up a few steps quickly, jumped and knelt down heavily on the back of the soldier before he got up, and pressed his body that had just got up back to the ground again.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the soldier's hair bun, and with the other hand, he swiped the dagger towards the soldier's throat.As the dagger slid across, blood spurted from the soldier's neck, his head tilted and a wisp of resentful spirit curled away from his body.

"Brother, follow me, don't get lost!" After killing the man, the man raised his head and waved to Xiang Ye. When Xiang Ye, who was full of fear, ran to his side, he stood up and pulled Xiang Ye over. shouted.

Xiang Ye nodded blankly, but this man suddenly put the sword into his hand, and shouted to him: "If someone wants to kill you, you kill him, understand? On the battlefield, there are either comrades or enemies, don't think about that. Duo, facing the enemy, either you die or he dies!"

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

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

He can't fight. Although he has won the championship for three consecutive years in the college Sanda league, killing is different from competition. Heavy legs are imposed on the opponent, but it is a game after all, an amateur competition in which both sides wear protective gear.

Nobody dies in a match, especially one where teenage players compete like the ones he's used to, where points are the key to victory, not knockouts.

Now he is standing on the battlefield inexplicably, and it is an ancient battlefield that he has only seen on TV.The difference from the TV is that it is more bloody here. The whole battlefield is filled with a strong smell of blood, and there are fragmented and bloody corpses everywhere.

An enemy soldier brandished a dagger and rushed towards Xiang Ye. The soldier opened his eyes wide and clenched his steel teeth. Xiang Ye could clearly see the muscles on his face twitching violently as he ran.

Xiang Ye was about to raise his sword and rush forward to subdue him, when suddenly a soldier from the same camp as Xiang Ye jumped out from the side. After the soldier from the same camp rushed out, he raised the shield in his left hand high, and savagely hit the face of the charging enemy. shot down.

A crisp sound of "snap" reached Xiang Ye's ears, and the enemy fell to the ground on his back when he was hit by the shield head-on. Insert it downwards, and with a "poof" it penetrates into the enemy's heart.

Xiang Ye obviously joined the right camp, and the fighting sides gradually separated the good and the bad. The enemy began to retreat while resisting, while the camp he joined was constantly advancing.

Every time they push forward, soldiers from both sides will fall in a pool of blood.

Xiang Ye didn't know who he was fighting for at this time, nor why he was fighting. He stood on the battlefield with a dagger in his hand, just to avoid being killed by others.

"Kill! Take Qin Jia's head off!" There was a loud shout from behind, and Xiang Ye looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a middle-aged general in his forties riding a horse from behind. When he came up, the general had a broad shoulders and a round waist, but he had a white face, a pair of big round eyes, and a majestic look. Dancing in the wind.

After the general rushed out, the officers and soldiers of the camp that Xiang Ye joined became excited like chicken blood, howling and rushing towards the retreating enemy.

The enemy was quickly overwhelmed. Under the strong pressure, they gradually changed from resisting and retreating to rushing backwards like a tide.

In the enemy camp, a man who looked like a general fled to the front on a horse. The people who had been protecting Xiang Ye before saw the enemy general fleeing, and no longer cared about taking care of Xiang Ye, they quickly tore a cavalryman off the horse. He himself jumped onto the horse's back and rode up to catch up.

Xiang Ye watched the man's back disappear into the retreating enemies like a flood, while he himself ran forward behind the chasing army.At this time, his brain was in chaos. As a history student, he always felt that the name Qin Jia was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but because he suddenly saw a bloody battlefield, his fear and panic made his brain not as good as usual. Lingguang, I just couldn't remember it for a while.

"Qin Jia has already been executed, why don't you surrender?" After chasing about a cup of tea, the person who had protected Xiang Ye came back on horseback, holding a bloody human head in his hand. He rode his horse and ran towards the middle-aged general, holding his head high and shouting loudly at the enemy who was being chased by Xiang Ye and the others.

The pursued enemy looked up at his hand, and many people immediately recognized that what he was holding was the head of the general Qin Jia. They immediately lost the courage to escape, and quickly knelt on the ground holding their weapons high. , surrendered to those who pursued them.

"Hahahaha!" After the man ran in front of the middle-aged general, got off his horse and knelt on the ground to offer the head, the middle-aged general saw that it was indeed Qin Jia's head, raised his head and smiled and said, "Yu Fanjun, you are so good!" Yes, this time I will give you a first credit!"

"Yu Fanjun!" Hearing this name, Xiang Ye's eyes suddenly widened. He remembered that Qin Jia was a general who followed Chen Sheng's uprising at the end of Qin Dynasty. Liang Zhu killed.And Yu Fanjun was originally supposed to be a general under Qin Jia's command, but only joined Xiang Liang after Qin Jia's death. How could he kill Qin Jia with his own hands now?

"Could it be that the man on the horse is Xiang Liang?" Xiang Ye widened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged general not far away and the man named Yu Fanjun who was presenting the head to the middle-aged general in a panic. Beating the drum, he thought to himself: "If it's not a dream, or I somehow traveled to the end of Qin Dynasty, damn it, how could such a strange thing happen?"

"Thank you, General!" Before Xiang Ye could figure out what happened, Yu Fanjun clasped his fists in his hands and thanked the middle-aged general. winked.

Xiang Ye is very depressed, until now he has not figured out what happened.He remembered that he was lying in the gazebo of the campus holding a copy of "Ancient History of the World" to sleep. When he opened his eyes, the whole world changed. The familiar campus disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a bloody and cruel ancient battlefield.