AD 208, the thirteenth year of Jian'an, Xia.
When Zhao Yi woke up, his brain was in a trance, and many unfamiliar memories were entangled and overlapping in his mind.
Zhao Yi, courtesy name Hongfei, is seventeen years old. He defected from Changshan to his distant cousin Zhao Yun and is now an ordinary infantryman under Liu Bei.
"This...I traveled to the Three Kingdoms? I was clearly sorting out the warehouse just a moment ago..."
Zhao Yizheng was wondering to himself, but he was pushed hard by someone, and his center of gravity was unsteady and he almost fell.
"Pfft~!"
Zhao Yigang was about to turn around when he felt a flash of cold light and a stream of warm blood splashed on his face.
"Hongfei, be careful! Don't be in a daze on the battlefield!"
A man wearing silver armor, holding a silver gun, and a white horse appeared beside him, warning loudly.
"Zhao Yun...Zhao Zilong...my brother?"
The person who came was none other than Zhao Yun, but at this moment, Zhao Yun's body was covered in blood, and it was unclear whether it was his or the enemy's.
He looked anxious and looked around as if he was looking for something.
Zhao Yi wiped his face and stood up, then noticed his situation.
At this moment, he was on the battlefield. The surroundings were in chaos, with people shouting and horses neighing, blood splattering everywhere, dust raised by horse hooves filling the sky, and waves of unpleasant fishy smell rushing directly to the top of his head.
Zhao Yi had already figured out his situation. They were carrying more than 100,000 people and baggage, but they were overtaken by Cao Jun's elite cavalry on Dangyang Changban Slope and completely dispersed.
So what will you face next? Could it be cousin Zhao Yun's performance time? Seven in and seven out?
Zhao Yi was shocked and habitually touched the gun tattoo on his right arm.
At this moment, the originally noisy and chaotic environment retreated rapidly, the space was fragmented and reorganized, and the surrounding scenery also underwent earth-shaking changes.
"Is this...I'm back again?"
Zhao Yi looked at the familiar steel shelves and boxes of neatly stacked ordnance around him. Isn't this where he will work after he is demobilized? A military warehouse dedicated to storing replacement and obsolete equipment.
Zhao Yi used to be a Marine Corps special forces soldier. He was injured in an accident during a mission. After recovering from the injury, he was unable to adapt to high-intensity tasks, so he was arranged to visit the warehouse, which could be regarded as a retirement job.
"It's like a dream...so real..."
Just when Zhao Yi thought he was just hallucinating, he realized that this warehouse was a little different from what he had in mind.
The warehouse here seems bigger, darker, and... no exit?
Confused, Zhao Yi ran for more than ten minutes in a direction he was familiar with, but the warehouse door in his mind was nowhere to be seen, and he seemed to be trapped here.
"It shouldn't be..."
The puzzled Zhao Yi once again made a subconscious action, but when he touched the tattoo on his forearm, the surrounding scene was turned upside down again, and he returned to the Changbanpo battlefield again!
"hiss......"
He looked at the two crossed firearms tattoos on his arms and seemed to realize something.
"You can go back to the warehouse by touching the tattoo, but that doesn't mean you can go back to the past...could it be..."
Zhao Yi wanted to verify his guess and touched the tattoo again.
"Shua~"
"really!"
Seeing himself back in the warehouse, Zhao Yi was 100% sure that he could travel back and forth between the Three Kingdoms era and the ordnance warehouse through the tattoo on his arm.
"So......"
He picked up a pistol and returned to the battlefield again.
Feeling the cold touch in his hand, Zhao Yi felt ecstatic.
He can actually bring the firearms in this warehouse into reality!
After several more experiments, Zhao Yi discovered that although he could only bring back one gun at a time, when he entered the warehouse, time passed so slowly in the outside world that Zhao Yun beside him did not notice anything was wrong.
And the most important point is that here he is only 17 years old, and he is in good health and has no discomfort at all. Isn't this the age and era where he can make a big difference?
"Hoo ho ho...Hongfei, get out of here quickly and go after the lord and the others!"
Zhao Yun raised his spear and stabbed an enemy, then turned around and pushed Zhao Yi.
"Brother!"
Zhao Yi subconsciously called out to Zhao Yun, but saw the latter saying with an annoyed look on his face: "Hongfei doesn't need to persuade me, the lord ordered me to protect his family, but now they can't be found! If the lord's family can't be found... I am completely to blame for my death!"
"No, Hongfei won't leave. Hongfei will advance and retreat together with his elder brother!"
Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, and then saw Zhao Yi pulling out a strange object from somewhere.
This thing is not long, the front part is tubular, and it reflects the metallic luster. It is a weapon, but there is no spear tip or blade that can hurt people.
Zhao Yi carried an AK47 he took out from the warehouse, wiped his nose and said: "I will open the way in front, and the elder brother will protect Hongfei from behind. Brothers work together, and their sharpness is as powerful as gold. Come this way!"
"Hongfei, you..."
"Brother, believe me once. Hongfei will not joke with his own life. I am really confident."
Zhao Yi's eyes were clear and firm, and Zhao Yun was speechless for a moment, feeling strange to this distant clan brother for no reason.
Before Zhao Yun could say anything else, Zhao Yi was already running in one direction.
Zhao Yun had no choice but to worry about Liu Bei's young family, so he could only follow him quickly.
The two of them had just run out not far when they met several Cao Jun soldiers.
Zhao Yi saw that there were not many people on the other side, so he did not choose to shoot immediately. Instead, he rushed left and charged, first kicking one person over, and then knocking down two people with the butt of his rifle.
Zhao Yun followed him and was surprised to see his clan brother's movements suddenly become so fast and violent.
But Zhao Yi was overjoyed. He hadn't felt so happy for a long time since he was injured on a mission.
As the two of them gradually penetrated into the center of the battlefield, more and more soldiers were fighting around them. In addition, there were also people fleeing for their lives, ownerless horses, and scattered baggage.
Of course, the most abundant things are blood and corpses.
Zhao Yi and Zhao Yun went in the opposite direction, heading in the direction of Cao's pursuit.
The two of them fought all the way, and finally inevitably encountered Cao's army.
"There are still two people who are desperate. Can't tell the direction? Take them down for me!"
A general on horseback shouted softly and ordered his soldiers to surround him.
Zhao Yi roughly counted and found that there were over a hundred enemies coming this time. It was time to use the AK47 in his hand.
"Brother, dismount and follow me!"
Zhao Yi said hello and asked Zhao Yun to follow closely to avoid accidental injury. He immediately pulled the bolt of the gun, assumed a very familiar shooting posture, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da da~!"
The 7.62mm caliber AK47 has an effective range of 400 meters, and its magazine can hold 30 rounds of bullets. Under Zhao Yi's operation, it transforms into a brush in the hands of the judge, rapidly harvesting lives.
Before the soldiers who rushed over from Cao Jun could figure out what happened, they had already fallen to the ground.
Although these soldiers were wearing armor, the metallurgical technology of this era was obviously unable to withstand the power of the AK47, and they were beaten to pieces in an instant.
The huge sound of gunfire combined with the flames from the muzzle frightened the horses, which had never heard a similar sound before, and broke free from control and fled in all directions. Cao's soldiers were all stunned in place.
They stared blankly at their comrade who was shot but not dead, and listened to the horrifying wailing in their ears. For a while, no one dared to approach them anymore.
However, Zhao Yun was also stunned at the same time. He looked at Zhao Yi as if he had seen a ghost and wanted to ask, but his mouth moved several times but he didn't know where to start.
The sound of gunshots spread far over the battlefield, and even Cao Cao, who was sitting in the center, was attracted by it.
"Huh? What's that sound?"
Cao Cao stood up and, accompanied by Xiahou Dun and others, walked to a higher slope.
"hiss......"
It's okay not to look at it, but Cao Cao took a breath when he looked at it.
On the battlefield not far below, I saw a general wearing a white robe and carrying a silver gun, leading a small soldier, fighting in and out of the military formation, but there was no enemy.
"Who is this?"
Cao Cao said in surprise.
"My lord, this is the main horseman of Liu Bei's tent. He seems to be named Zhao Yun. The other one... I don't know."
"Main Rider? How come such a hero is allowed to go to Liu Bei? What kind of magic is he doing? Why can he kill people ten steps away without a bow and arrow?"
"This... subordinate doesn't know."
The more Cao Cao watched, the more frightened he became, and at the same time, the more he watched, the more he liked it.
"Go down here and don't shoot arrows. I want to capture them alive."
