It was getting dark, and the wisps of wolf smoke created strange clouds in the sky. The endless sounds of fighting seemed to penetrate the sky. In the endless field, the originally yellow-green land was full of bloodstains, as if it was dyed red. The sky and the setting sun were also dyed red.
The exhausted Zhu Zhen sat down on a rock protruding on the hilly meadow and gasped for air. The gray-black cloak on his body was already stained with blood. There was an unpleasant smell of blood. The smell reminded him of the slaughterhouse he had seen before. At this moment, this pampered body was like a leaky bellows, making Zhu Zhen feel like a dog that was being chased away in embarrassment. A prodigal dog who lives an ignoble existence.
The clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, and the gray-black cloak on his body was also splattered with a lot of blood, including the blood of the Mongolians who wanted to kill him, and the blood of those who wanted to protect him desperately. The blood of those guards, at least Zhu Zhen couldn't tell how many strangers' flesh and blood was stained on this ordinary cloak.
Next to him, stood a sturdy general with a majestic figure, a sinewy face, and a face as fierce as a demon from hell. What he held in his hand was no longer the hammer he used in the first place, but the hammer he had just used. The mace snatched from the hands of an enemy general who was beheaded by him. It is unknown how many lives and flesh and blood were stained on the mace. The original color of the mace can no longer be seen, and the rags hanging on the spikes are no longer visible. Together with the minced meat and the plasma, it was enough for people to understand that this sturdy military commander had already infected countless enemy lives in the palm of his hand.
Exhaustion was written all over his face, but his big red copper-bell eyes were still looking at the situation around him vigilantly, as if he would rush out at any time to eliminate all opponents.
There was also an eunuch who was lying on the grass trying to breathe hard, and there were only a few guards with knives scattered around the hillock, covered in blood and all of them injured.
From a small group of hundreds of people when they first escaped from the camp to an inconspicuous group of less than ten people now, Zhu Zhen's heart was filled with grief and an indescribable sadness. .
Just yesterday, I was just carrying a bag, standing at the approximate location of the ruins of the Tumu Fort, looking at the ruins that had been hidden under the loess, leaving only some barely visible ruins, thinking about this incident that happened in the Five Years. Ordinary people in the 21st century who were involved in a shocking war that took place six hundred years ago.
Who could have imagined that with a simple, seemingly non-dangerous slip-up, he would end up in such an era that this ancient battlefield would be famous all over the world. The fragmentary memories left by this body made him It soon became clear that he had actually made a mistake and became another unlucky person, second only to Emperor Hui of the Ming Dynasty since the founding of the Ming Dynasty: Zhu Qizhen, the Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty.
Moreover, before he even had time to sit on the temporary dragon chair and lay out His Majesty the Emperor's musical score, he heard bad news one after another, which made him extremely angry.
The veteran Zhang Fu, a famous general who had swept through Annan with unparalleled majesty for four dynasties, died in battle.
The prince-in-law Jingyuan died in battle, the Minister of Household Affairs Wang Zuo died in the battle, the Minister of War Kuang Ye, ministers, cabinet members... General Manager Ling Ling was completely dumbfounded by the news that a large number of prominent Ming ministers had died in the battle.
Before he could complain about how bad it was for him to travel for Shenma, he saw the general behind him carrying a large hammer-like weapon wrapped in red and white stuff, and rushed into the camp, with a flash of black light.
Then, the head of an old eunuch standing next to him turned into something like a smashed coconut, and he fell down on the red carpet, convulsing. The general laughed arrogantly in front of him.
: "Wang Zhen, Wang Zhen, you, an eggless traitor, will be here today. God, I will finally punish this traitor for the sake of the world..."
Well, this overly strong military commander who was still showing off his classical Chinese on the battlefield suddenly shook his head like a lion, and his vicious eyes immediately fell on Zhu Zhen, who was stunned.
Just when Zhu Zhen was thinking about whether he should hold his heart in his hands and scream for help, or scream for help, in the hope of saving his life on the grounds that he has an eighty-year-old mother above and a child under one month old. This person
The military general knelt down in front of him and confessed that it was a capital crime, but he did not regret killing Wang Zhen, a thief, and was willing to die to prove his loyalty to the Ming Emperor. After saying this,
This military general was about to charge into the crowd with a big hammer in hand.
At this time, Zhu Zhen, who was blessed with a good soul, finally woke up from the fright and stopped the general in time. Then, under the guard general named Fan Zhong, who had extremely high martial arts and a group of loyal guards,
Under the escort, he fought his way through a bloody road with difficulty and stumbled to this small mound.
"How long have we been running?" Zhu Zhen sighed deeply, swallowed his dry throat that was about to catch fire, and his voice was as hoarse as a rusty saw. Wherever his helpless eyes went, there were countless
The firelight and blood intertwined, and the sharp sword light flashed past like a meteor from time to time, followed by the miserable howl that penetrated the heart and soul.
At the beginning, every shrill scream made Zhu Zhen feel like a saw was torturing his nerves. He simply hypnotized himself and regarded everything as a filming scene for a blockbuster movie, and he was just a member of the crowd at the scene.
actor.
Maybe it was self-hypnosis that played a role, maybe it was because he was numb after listening too much. In short, now Zhu Zhen has gone from being almost unable to walk and vomiting while walking to being able to trot briskly. Just now, he saw
When half of the head flew over, the image of Beckham's classic banana ball could even be recalled in his head...
It seems that everything is rare and valuable. If you watch too much killing, you will become numb. After all, anyone who listens to and watches the large-scale fighting of more than 200,000 people for several hours will suffer from severe visual numbness and auditory numbness.
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"If I tell the students about my current experience after I go back, I don't know if anyone will believe it. I'm afraid they will just think that I have deceived them again, right?" Zhu Zhen looked at a shallow wound on his left arm and couldn't help but wonder.
I laughed at myself in my heart. It was half an hour later when a Mongolian centurion or Lady Qian killed two guards who were protecting him, rushed into the protective circle, and then swung down on his head.
Scimitar.
At that time, apart from subconsciously putting on a humiliating pose with his head bent over and hands raised, he couldn't even muster up the courage to fight back. Fortunately, Fan Zhong was saved in time, otherwise, I'm afraid not only
It was as simple as a faint wound on the forearm.
Maybe he will become the shortest-lived person in history, and he will not even have the chance to write about the time traveler Zhu Zhen on the muddy ground of five or six hundred years ago. Maybe he means the gang of people from the Space-Time Management Bureau have bad intentions.
Bastards will make themselves a joke and tell the reserve travelers who are still in the preparation stage after being struck by lightning or hit by a car. As a typical negative teaching material, they will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the time travel trend.
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"Your Majesty, we have been away from the camp for two hours. I'm afraid it will be dark in another quarter of an hour or two." The strong general named Fan Zhong respectfully replied to Zhu Zhen with clasped fists.
."At that time, our chances of escaping from here will be greater."
"Your Majesty, please use some water." The eunuch who had been lying on the ground and panting heavily for a long time knelt down in front of Zhu Zhen, holding about half of the sheepskin water bag in his hand and handed it to Zhu Zhen's eyes.
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Listening to the sound of the sloshing water, Zhu Zhen, who was already thirsty, subconsciously reached out to take it. However, the eager eyes of the surrounding pairs were like beams of searchlights, which made Zhu Zhen...
The hand that had already held the water bag couldn't help but pause.
"You protected me for walking such a long way and fought hard to kill the enemy all the way. You have just protected me. You must have been thirsty for a long time. General Fan, you and these guards should drink up the water."
Zhu Zhen, oh no, Zhu Qizhen should be asked to get up with the water bag and hand it to Fan Zhong behind him.
Fan Zhong was stunned for a moment. He looked at the water bag, which was only about half a bag of water. He couldn't help but swallowed subconsciously, but what came out of his mouth was the opposite. "Your Majesty, I will never be thirsty again. It's you."
Use it."
"I let you drink, this is an order." Zhu Qizhen licked his lips, glared at Fan Zhong, and his hoarse voice couldn't help but sink.
"Your Majesty, it's better for you to use it. I'm really not thirsty." A head guard standing at the other end also came over and said respectfully.
Looking at these people, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but sigh. In future generations, this kind of behavior may be similar to that of Lei Feng. Outstanding young people in the harmonious society of the 21st century will describe this kind of behavior as stupid, and their heads will be ruined.
The donkey kicked through the clouds.
In ancient times, this kind of behavior was called loyalty and righteousness, a noble sentiment that has been passed down by countless literati and poets throughout the ages. This may be the difference in concepts and ideological beliefs between ancient people and modern people. For twenty-one people who come from the world where money is paramount,
For Zhu Qizhen, who lived in the first century, this moved him more than anything else.
Although Zhu Qizhen also wanted to drink water, he really couldn't. "Everyone has been fighting for most of the day today, but there is no grain of rice in the mouth. Now, if you don't even use water, how can you have the strength to protect me?"
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"I have to rely on your hard work and cover to escape with my life. If I can use this little water to help you recover a little more strength, then we will be a little more confident when we escape from here. So, I hope you
Can you share this half bag of water?" Zhu Qizhen earnestly handed the water bag to Fan Zhong with both hands.
"Your Majesty..." Just such a simple action, Fan Zhong, this good man who watched countless robes fall beside him, suffered dozens of wounds in his body, and killed dozens of enemies without even blinking, just
Because of Zhu Qizhen's action, his eyes were red and his tone became choked.
The guards around him all knelt down on the ground, and some big men even wiped away tears. Seeing this scene, Zhu Qizhen's eyes couldn't help but get wet. "What are you doing? You're almost done."
stand up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Please rest assured. Unless the general is waiting for death, otherwise, even if I have to crawl, I will carry Your Majesty into my arms. As long as I get there, Your Majesty will be safe." Fan Zhong took the water bag and said
Opening his mouth, he only took a sip of the water bag and handed it to another person. Each of the guards seemed to be sipping the most delicious wine in the world. They took a sip and handed it to the other person.
Got the next person.
After a full circle, when it returned to Fan Zhong's hand, the half bag of water seemed to be still half a bag of water.
"Your Majesty, we have used it all, you can use some too." Zhu Qizhen's voice, which still sounded hoarse, was particularly unpleasant to his ears.
"Okay, I've used it too, and you can take a sip too." Zhu Qizhen took the water bag and took a sip of it with great treasure. After letting the sweetness and coolness linger between his lips and tongue, he reluctantly said
After swallowing it, he handed the water bag to the eunuch beside him.
"General Fan, come and see." At this moment, a guard who was exploring the enemy's situation down the hillside suddenly changed his face and called over. Upon hearing this, Zhu Qizhen's heart was calm just now.
His liver couldn't help but beat wildly again, and he quickly followed Fan Zhong to the open space and looked down.
Looking at this, Zhu Qizhen suddenly felt heartbroken. He never imagined that so many Mongolians had gathered below the hillside.
"There are at least three thousand elite cavalrymen in Wa Ci. Damn it!" Fan Zhong's face, which had not even wiped off the blood, became even more ferocious, looking desperately at the enemy who was at least a hundred times more powerful than his own.
The troops dispersed at the foot of the mountain, surrounding and killing the few Ming troops who had fled to the bottom of the hillside.
"They have discovered us. Look, those people are dismounting and seem to want to surround us." A guard said with a livid face, and the sword that had been sheathed and had cut numerous gaps was pulled out again.
"It's over..." The middle-aged eunuch who had fled here with Zhu Qizhen all the way had a deathly expression on his face, looking straight at the brief fight at the foot of the mountain, and murmured.
This hillside is not high, and the highest is probably no more than tens of meters. At this moment, after the three thousand cavalry dispersed, they surrounded the entire hillside with a diameter of no more than 200 meters. It can be said that it is difficult for mosquitoes to cross, and the hillside
Above, except for a few big trees, there were only a few low bushes.
"Your Majesty, please hide, and I will lure these tile-thorned bandits away." Fan Zhong wiped his face, and seemed to have regained his composure in just a few blinks. He glanced at the bushes next to him, and his eyes fell on Zhu.
On Qi Zhen’s body.
"Lead them away?" Zhu Qizhen looked at the hillside that was surrounded like an iron barrel, and suddenly felt like he was laughing. Is he going crazy? He was clearly in a desperate situation, but he actually wanted to laugh.
The urge to laugh.
"Your Majesty!" The head of the guard next to him couldn't help shouting.
"So what if we hide them?" Zhu Qizhen smiled bitterly and pointed at the Mongolians at the foot of the slope. "Even if you kill them, can you distract those cavalry?"
"..." Fan Zhong and others were silent, but the head guard spoke up: "Your Majesty, even if I can't distract you, I can still kill a few more tile thieves for Your Majesty."
Zhu Qizhen, who pursed his lips tightly, looked at the blurry figures at the bottom of the hillside, but his brain was thinking rapidly.
It's a joke for just these ten people to fight against three thousand elite cavalry. I'm afraid if the other party fires a salvo, everyone here will be fussing, and then I'll really be like playing time travel for a day. Unlucky guy traveling.
If no one is allowed to rush down, those cavalrymen will definitely be able to surround him in less than a few minutes. By that time, they won't be able to escape.
What should Zhu Qizhen do if his already dry clothes are soaked with cold sweat again? Life or death is a difficult decision that would never appear in the eyes of Zhu Qizhen, an ordinary person living in the 21st century. At this moment it seemed so urgent.
According to history, Zhu Qizhen would be captured, and then thrown out on the prairie by that bastard, where he breathed the fresh air and chewed pure natural beef and mutton without any preservatives for more than a year. The food would then be taken back to the capital by the loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty beating gongs and drums.
After that, he would be imprisoned in the so-called Nangong by his dear brother for seven or eight years. In the end, relying on a group of selfish civil servants and military generals, a vigorous war was launched. The door changed and the reset was finally successful.
This is history. In other words, if I choose not to resist, I should be able to survive. However, I must first experience the grassland scenery for more than a year on the prairie of the motherland, and then return to the capital, with the ardent care of my own brother. Next, I counted ants for seven or eight years in a small dark room called Nangong.
Of course, if you have a laptop and a wireless network, then it doesn't matter if you have been an otaku for seven or eight years. But the problem is that this was ancient China five or six hundred years ago. Let alone wireless networks, I'm afraid it would have been imprisoned there. They won't even give you a fishing net in the institute, but you are still alive at least.
And if I resist, then I may really become the first unlucky person in history to take a one-day trip through history.
He fell tragically like a martyr on the hot soil of the motherland, and then kept mumbling those heroic words about how life is precious, love is more valuable, and both can be thrown away for the sake of freedom?
This kind of behavior is very harmful to those who live in a harmonious society in the 21st century. They are deprived of the freedom to own a small home by high real estate prices, and watch helplessly as Zhu Qi, the place of love, is taken away by a jewelry car that costs a lot of money to obtain. As far as the town is concerned, it's completely bullshit.
Without a life, love, freedom, everything will become a cloud, and I will become an emperor through time travel. I will not get any good things, I will not eat or drink, I will be hungry and thirsty and bravely seek death. This way Even if Zhu Qizhen's brain collapsed and his cerebellum was imbalanced, he would never do it.
"The battle of Tumu Fort was my fault." Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, gestured toward the sky with a middle finger full of emotion, and made his final decision. decision. Since God allowed me to travel to this era, there must be his reasons, so I have to live.
What's important is that I've just fucked up like this. Who knows if there will be a chance to time travel again? As an opportunist who traveled through time in the 21st century, Zhu Qizhen made the greatest and most forward-looking plan of this era.
Choice: No resistance.
It’s useless to resist, I’m unarmed, I don’t even have an AK - Zhu Qizhen said with tears streaming down his face.
