Chu Zihang attacks Zhou

Author: Youjiu L

Chu Zihang attacks Zhou

The war horses wrapped in bronze armor were pacing impatiently, each of which was as big as a rhino.

Each chariot has three armored deadpools. They have no wings but are stronger in size.

The chariot was surrounded by more than twenty deadpool soldiers, with a row of daggers holding square shields in front and a row of bows and arrows in the back.

"Ride on the four hedges, the four hedges are winged."

Chu Zihang silently recited the sentences in the Book of Songs.

History appears before him from an intuitive perspective, and the chariots of the Shang Dynasty reappear on earth.

"I feel like our car can't hit them."

Finger scratched his head.

The tiger armor weighs only more than seven tons, and those warhors that are obviously mixed-race are at least five or six tons.

Yuan Zhinu looked at him silently. Is this a question of whether he can hit him or not?

Did this person forget that there was a big guy in the car?

But it seems that the other party has no intention of hitting him.

After a while, the chariot's driver shook his whip, and the horses moved away to both sides, revealing a wide staircase.

A man wearing a wide robe and big sleeves, with bird feathers on his head, walked out of the corridor.

He looks almost exactly the same as a human, but he has golden patterns on his face and hands.

It is not a tattoo on the surface, but it floats out of the body, just like the blood vessels are full of bronze.

"Follow me, the king will be summoned."

This man, who was like a witch sacrifice, spoke obscure dragon text, but they automatically understood what he meant.

If Lu Mingfei was still awake, he might have complained in his heart that this kind of knowledge is too much like a green skin through gene inheritance.

Wu Ji's words are exactly what Chu Zihang wants. If you want the most lethality, of course the closer you are, the better.

The armored vehicle followed Wu Ji and although he was walking with his feet, his speed was not slow at all.

Take one step, the next step is ten meters away.

Chu Zihang does not have as good eyesight as Lu Mingfei, but he can probably guess that this is the result of the simultaneous action of physical strength and the Spirit of Word.

After passing through a square that looked like a mass grave, they came to the palace.

The nine-story high platform stands in front of the hall gate, and the bronze ladder gradually shrinks one by one, and when it reaches the top of the platform, it is only one width left.

And a young man wearing a crown and a white dress was sitting upright on the bronze throne.

He looked very much like the Sanxingdui bronze man, but the proportion was not that exaggerated, and he looked quite heroic and majestic.

His upper half of his face was covered with a golden mask and he was wearing two red jade rings on his ears.

The young man walked down the steps step by step. Every time he took a step, the ground would shake, as if he was celebrating the king.

His movements seemed slow and fast, and in just over ten seconds, he floated down from the platform.

The young man walked to the armored vehicle and looked up at him, but he seemed to be looking down at all.

He swept through everyone's clothes, weapons and armored vehicles, and a slight surprise appeared on his face.

"When the lonely person has not walked in the world, there seems to be many more changes in the world."

The young man's voice was a little old.

"Who are you?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The lonely name is Di Xin."

King Zhou of Shang!

Those who have read the List of the Gods will naturally not be unfamiliar with him. This last monarch who contributed allusions such as the wine pool, meat forest, bamboo shoots, and the hens and the Chen Chen is an absolute tyrant.

Arrogant, arrogant, extravagant, addicted to wine and sex, cruelty and killing, almost all the characteristics of a foolish monarch can be placed on him.

But that was just a plot made up in the novel. It was King Zhou of Shang, but not Emperor Xin of Shang.

According to the analysis of later scholars, Emperor Xin was not only a foolish and stupid monarch, but also a promising monarch who vigorously promoted reforms, tried to suppress the divine power, and weakened the power of the nobles and princes.

If his reforms were successful, the feudal monarchy in China might have emerged several hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, his reforms eventually failed.

The promoted little aristocrats lacked political means, and foreign wars consumed too much manpower and material resources. The rebound of the theocracy and the great aristocrats was fierce.

With the failure of the Battle of Muye, Emperor Xin of Shang was killed in battle, and King Zhou of Shang, who was constantly vilified by later generations, was born.

"Do you know orphan?"

Emperor Xin said.

“Yes, I learned it in history books.”

Chu Zihang replied.

"How does history books evaluate orphans?"

Emperor Xin asked with interest.

He told the scholars' evaluations and the images in the novels.

Di Xin laughed after hearing this.

"Yes, I did create a method of burning and baking, but the purpose is not to execute the human race. And the wine pond and meat forest are not places for enjoyment, but places for killing."

He turned around and read the dragon text when facing the Zhaixing Platform. Soon, a bronze pillar rose up to the ground and only stopped until it was level with the high platform.

No one needs to tie a copper pillar such a high, so the truth is obvious. This copper pillar is used to tie the dragon clan.

"When I was in power, I used this pillar to burn out seventy-three dragon clans and killed three hundred and forty-five human clans with the wine pool pit. Do you know why?"

Emperor Xin asked.

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"Because the lonely emperor is an emperor, those who return to the king will become subjects, and those who do not accept the king will become barbarians. The subjects of the king will be divided into dragons and humans."

Di Xin's tone was not excited, but it seemed even more real.

"Why did you lose?"

Chu Zihang asked.

Finger's eyes were almost glaring out. Junior brother, you won't negotiate with me to come. Is there anyone who pokes the lungs like this that you come up like this?

"Because there is no need for a second monarch in the world."

As the communication deepened, Di Xin's grammar gradually synchronized with them.

"You mean the Black King?"

Chu Zihang said.

"Not bad. Are the human race so brave now? How dare you call it a name?"

Di Xin was a little surprised.

"In the days you have been in Nibelung, the human race has become the master of this planet."

"It seems I've really missed too much."

Emperor Xin sighed.

The lifespan of the dragon clan is not endless. In order to maintain his mind and strength, he spends most of the time in the alchemy field.

This time, the awakening was also because the vibrant door was opened, which triggered the warning mechanism left by him.

"What are you entering my Nibelungan for?"

After a brief silence, Di Xin asked.

Junior brother, don’t say it!

Finger roared in his heart and reached out to hold Chu Zihang, but the latter had already spoken.

"To grab your Nibelon root."

Finger covered his face in pain.

"The power of the hybrid species cannot control the Nibelon root, and it cannot be maintained."

Emperor Xin shook his head.

“I just need to use it as a consumable.”
To be continued...