An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

as always,

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

The copy has also officially started.

Different from the previous two times, although it is still the third person, there is no part of overlooking the country and the earth from the air. As soon as he breaks free from the dizziness, the other person is already on the ground.

The reason why there is no need to land is because he has now turned into a wooden sculpture and is being strung up with a red rope and hung around his neck.

Almost the whole body was stuffed into the clothes, and the eyes were dark. The small and crowded space was filled with a strong smell. It was probably the smell of sweat and blood stains after they were exposed to the wind and sun and fermented.

The CG environment at the beginning is getting worse and worse.

From the pyre to the arms of a strong man. I don’t know where I will appear next time.

And just when Zhang Ke had already settled into a comfortable position among the wood sculptures and was about to appreciate the prelude to the play, the clothes above his head were pulled open, and a little light leaked in through the gap, allowing him to see clearly outside. The sky is dim.

Then a hand as rough as gravel and full of cracks took him out from the lapel of his clothes. The red rope that tied Zhang Ke was untied. The other party held him with both hands and placed him on a relatively flat piece of soil. .

He clasped his hands together, lowered his head and bowed in obeisance, murmuring: "Bless me, Grandpa Mountain God, so that this raid will go smoothly!"

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

If he were in his own world, he should be at the desk with the pile of textbooks and papers, but now he had no protection and appeared outside the windy and sandy wilderness with his bare hands.

And at this moment, a figure appeared from behind, stretched out his hand and patted the young man's shoulder: "Hey, are you here to worship God again? You don't even have a piece of dry biscuit, is it going to work?"

"My parents will support me at home, so I just need to beg."

After he finished praying, the young man opened his mouth to answer, then picked up the statue and tied it around his neck again, but this time he didn't stuff it completely back into his clothes, so that Zhang Ke could see the outside world.

The two of them walked back a few steps before returning to the crowd.

Here Zhang Ke saw more soldiers wearing the same clothes as the two men, scattered in the leeward depression, about a thousand people scattered here and there.

In the middle of the pit, there were two or three generals wearing iron armor, lying on the ground, repeatedly confirming something on the map with the faint light.

It was too far away to see clearly. I could only vaguely hear the words "Turk" and "General".

After that, the bottom of the pit became quiet again until late at night. These more than a thousand soldiers drank cold water and ate some dry biscuits, then picked up their weapons on the ground. With a slight collision, they emerged from the pit. , walking silently towards a more desolate place.

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

It wasn't until the night faded and the sun rose that the dull night march stopped. Then they hid in a hidden place just like they did during the day. They spent the next two days lying around day and night, and the team was extremely quiet.

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

The young man no longer found a corner to take down Zhang Ke and chat with him like he did on the first day.

Until the fourth day, they did not continue the march after dawn. Instead, they set up an ambush around them and dispersed a few scouts. Zhang Ke, who felt that the drama was coming, cheered up, and then there was the dull sound of horse hooves in the distance. , and then a group of cavalry galloped from a distance.

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

"Get up and line up, prepare to face the enemy!" The general in iron armor stepped forward, urging the soldiers on the ground while cursing: "Damn it, we finally encountered these Turkic rats, wait until the supplies are exhausted in one day We all have to go back the way we came.”

In silence, these more than a thousand soldiers moved quickly, trained for a long time, and the tacit understanding formed during the battle made everyone know what to do at this time.

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

As the enemy cavalry approached, the spearmen standing in front half-knelt on the ground and pointed their spears diagonally ahead. At this time, the cavalry in the distance also discovered this group of people.

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

The two armies met, and the sharp spears were abandoned by the spearmen the moment they penetrated the chests of the war horses. Even so, only those who moved quickly had time to escape, while those who were slower were knocked out by the momentum of the war horses. .

As blood spurted out, the speed of the cavalry charge was curbed.

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

The battle lasted for a long time, and finally ended with the young man's side winning. None of the hundreds of Turks survived.

But they also paid a price. Only more than 800 people in the team of more than 1,000 people were alive, and one-third of them were 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 on their faces that look like ghost paintings, and in the interlayer under their leather armor are internal organs wrapped in cow and sheep skin. Now these internal organs have shrunk, and some are even rotten and emit an unpleasant smell. .

As he flipped it, a package the size of a fist suddenly fell out, and various spices spilled onto the floor.

When he saw this, the general suddenly broke into a sweat.

He also wondered why these Turks would rather die fighting than run away.

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

They all had evil spells carved on their faces. Although the general could not understand the meaning of this talisman, he had seen the ceremony of offering prisoners in Chang'an. The heads were cut off and stacked on top of each other, and the internal organs were mixed with spices and roasted. Ripe.

Sort them into categories in the dug hole,

Finally, together with the congratulations to God Haotian, they were thrown into the pit and burned.

Although there is no comparison between now and then, at a glance, the situation is somewhat similar, and I don’t know which wild god it corresponds to.

The general had a bad premonition. He turned around and urged loudly: "Stop cleaning the battlefield. Cut off their ears and leave quickly!"

"Do your fellow captains ignore it?"

Tube?

No matter what.

If his hunch was true, then there really wasn't much time left for them. They had already taken a big risk by taking away the war achievements, and then taking these bleeding corpses with them.

These living people now will all be killed when the time comes.

The action was quick, but a little too late.

The wind in the wilderness became more and more shrill, and along with the wind and sand swept away, there was a strong rotting smell that filled the air. The general shouted at the soldiers to pick up their weapons and get into formation.

But as soon as the soldiers took up their positions, a group of wild beasts with red eyes that looked like jackals rushed out of the desert. They tore the throat of a soldier without being able to avoid it, and blood spurted out like a waterfall.

The soldiers were naturally resisting, but the opponent was too fast. It often took more than ten people to kill a jackal. Moreover, they had just experienced a big battle. They were physically exhausted and mentally exhausted. They were defeated after not holding on for long.

Then a large number of jackals swarmed up, and the flying sand was dyed with a layer of blood.

As the living people present, including the young man who brought Zhang Ke, also fell into a pool of blood, the jackals calmed down. They did not enjoy the spoils immediately, but gathered to the side and lay on the ground, prostrating themselves.

Then Zhang Ke heard the sound of heavy objects moving in the wind and sand. The sound got closer and closer, as if it was right next to his ears. Then a huge blue-black hand pinched the young man's body in his hand, and with one force, it became a In the muddy beach, while dying, Zhang Ke vaguely heard a half-baked Chinese phrase - Jie Jie Jie, and a frightened wild god.

Then something appeared in front of Zhang Ke's eyes.

[In the sixth year of Yonghui, Emperor Gaozong sent Cheng Zhijie to the west to attack Shabolue Khan. From then on, he sent troops to the Western Regions for many years, and the wars in the Western Regions continued. 】

[The countries in the Western Regions are in league with foreign religions and evil spirits. They have repeatedly assassinated our Tang Dynasty soldiers and generals, invaded the borders, and brought cholera to the common people. 】

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

As the font appeared, the picture appeared in front of Zhang Ke 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 ask him. move his idol

Kavin is so serious. He has a splitting headache. What's going on recently?