It rained all day and all night, and a hand stretched out from the death pit outside the military camp.
The night patrol soldier was so frightened that he threw away his lantern and fled back to the barracks to report to the corps commander.
The corps commander and the soldiers went out to check the camp with their long swords and lanterns in hand.
The two of them looked around and saw a figure sitting quietly among the dead bodies in the pouring rain.
The captain held a lantern and looked at it from a distance, only to see a soldier wearing broken standard leather armor, leaning on a pile of heads, with his back to the light.
The captain held the long knife tightly and asked in a deep voice: "Who is in front of you?"
Through the rain curtain, only a vague voice was heard: "This is a soldier from the forward battalion. He is seriously injured and can't move."
Can't move?
The corps commander's expression softened, and he stepped forward with a knife and said: "It turns out you are a brother from the forward battalion. Come here, let me help you up."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, go to hell."
The long knife broke through the rain curtain and turned into a cold light, slashing straight towards the man's neck.
The captain's knife was extremely ferocious, and he calculated the timing correctly. The man's head was cut off directly and rolled down to the depths of the corpse pit.
Settled with one blow!
Wu Zhang retracted his sword with a ferocious smile, and suddenly his expression changed: "What——"
A figure rose into the sky from the pile of corpses under the man, and the cold light in his hand wiped the captain's arm.
The arm and the long knife were chopped off, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from the broken arm, scattering in the wind and rain.
Severe pain came, and the captain's face showed a look of disbelief, and a figure leaping high was reflected in his pupils.
A short sword magnified in front of the captain's eyes.
With a bang, the dagger pierced his eye socket.
The pain only lasted for a brief moment, and then darkness fell.
After counting the breaths.
The young man pulled the dagger out of the captain's eye socket.
The captain's body fell straight backwards and fell into the mud.
The young man held the dagger and stood silently.
The night rain pattered down, and the mud on the young man's face was washed away, revealing a pair of bright eyes.
Suddenly, the young man's eyes became sharp.
At his feet, the captain's belly suddenly swelled, and there was a strange gurgling sound in his belly.
The young man took a deep breath, held the sword with both hands, and thrust it into the captain's stomach with all his strength.
An inhuman scream came, and a layer of black mist sprayed out from the captain's belly. The belly was heaving, as if something was struggling desperately.
With a crash, the captain's belly opened, and a dark and skinny claw stretched out.
Before the terrifying ghost claw could make any move, the young man grasped the hilt of the sword and twisted it violently.
"die!"
The boy uttered one word.
The crazily twisting corpse suddenly froze, and the ghost claw reluctantly dropped down slowly, no longer making any movement.
Everything falls silent.
The smelly black blood slowly spread from under the corps commander's body.
Seeing this layer of black blood, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out the dagger with all his strength.
He lowered his head and looked at the strange corpse on the ground, muttering to himself in a low voice.
"Such a strange scene, I wonder what the mission reward will be?"
The young man shouted with high expectations: "System!"
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Time passed quietly, but nothing happened.
In the dark night, only the sound of wind and rain could be heard.
The young man unexpectedly tilted his head and looked around - there was a pit of death behind him, the devil's corpse at his feet, and not far in front, a soldier was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his lips trembling.
"strangeness."
The young man asked in confusion: "The mission is not completed yet?"
The system remained silent, indicating that the task was not completed.
The young man looked at the soldier and suddenly felt that something had been overlooked.
The young man thought for a moment and moved forward with difficulty, but almost fell into the mud.
Just now I concentrated my concentration on killing the demon, and I didn't feel it for a moment. Now that I have calmed down, I find that everywhere in my body hurts, and it hurts like hell.
His legs were like lead, and every step he took required all his strength.
This is very wrong.
When the end came, I tried my best to kill the final demon lord, but instead of exiting the game, I entered this inexplicable place with pain all over my body.
Where is this?
The young man frowned, staggered to the soldier, and gave a military salute.
"Xiaoqi Camp, Gu Qingshan is here to report."
"You, you, you killed Shangguan!" the soldier stammered.
"He is not a human being." Gu Qingshan looked at the soldier and said.
The soldiers wore ancient standard leather armor, which didn't even have a spiritual drive device - no matter how neglected the troops were, they wouldn't wear such antiques.
Gu Qingshan looked at himself and found that he was also dressed in antiques, and all the original equipment was gone.
This is strange.
The soldier quickly glanced at the death pit, where the corps commander's weird corpse was still lying motionless in the mud.
The soldier hesitated: "But...but when you killed him, how did you know that he was not a human being?"
Gu Qingshan spread his hands and said: "I was just a little more careful, but he made a move first."
Gu Qingshan walked back and dragged the corpse of the corps commander in front of the soldiers so that the soldiers could examine it carefully.
"Look, this is a skinned blood demon."
Gu Qingshan used a dagger to peel open the captain's belly, only to find a monster with a dark body, vertical pupils, and a ferocious face inside.
Seeing the corpse of the monster with his own eyes shocked the soldiers even more.
The soldier recalled his companions who had died inexplicably in the past few days, and while feeling frightened, he finally felt a little grateful to the young man.
The soldier calmed down and asked, "Your name is Gu Qingshan?"
"right."
"Xiaoqi Camp?"
"right."
"Where's the waistband?"
Gu Qingshan took out his waist card, looked at it himself, and then gave it to the other party for inspection.
This waist card is more important than he thought.
With today's weapon refining technology, the status badge can be made as light as a page of paper, but why is it that the badge on my body is as heavy as a weight?
The young man became more and more confused.
The soldier took the waist badge and took a closer look. Sure enough, it read the words "Xiong Qiying Gu Qingshan" on it. The entire waist badge was filled with aura of vitality.
The badge is real.
The soldier let out a long breath, and the tension on his face faded, revealing a look of exhaustion: "Finally, a living person is here. Come on, we can't stay outside for too long. Follow me into the barracks."
That's right, Gu Qingshan nodded slightly and said: "Okay."
The soldier handed back his waist badge, turned around and walked towards the camp.
Gu Qingshan took the badge and took a closer look.
——This waist badge is not only heavy, but the entire texture is actually bronze, with a few words crudely engraved on the surface. It is clumsy and ugly, and it is completely outdated.
Outdated style…
Gu Qingshan felt a bright light flash through his heart, and an unspeakable fear came over him.
He raised his head sharply and locked his eyes on the soldiers in front.
Ancient standard leather armor.
The answer was so incredible that Gu Qingshan couldn't help but ask loudly: "Brother, what year is it now?"
The soldier turned his head and looked at him strangely: "It is now the 681st year of Taiping."
Gu Qingshan was stunned.
Suddenly, the waterfall-like data flow turned into a wildly moving blue light, flashing through Gu Qingshan's eyes like a raging wave.
boom--
A cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded.
"The current time is confirmed to be the last year of peace."
"The time flow is stable and it is confirmed that it is out of the turbulence of time and space."
"Judgment: Successfully escaped the doomsday!"
"The identity has been reset successfully, and the current identity is: a soldier of the valiant cavalry battalion of the Human Forward Army."
The system finally started up, but Gu Qingshan felt no joy in his heart. He just felt that the scene in front of him was unbelievable.
How could it be the last year of peace? The game has not even started this year!
This is a past time that only exists in the background and history of the game. Human beings in the real world have not officially entered this terrifying game world.
By the time players enter the game, it will be a year later.
Did he go back to before the game started?
So what about in the real world? Could it be that I have also returned to the past in reality?
Gu Qingshan's heart tightened and he couldn't help but look up and around.
Ahead, the soldiers walked further and crossed the gate of the military camp.
On the door of the barracks, a ray of spiritual light from the hidden magic circle occasionally emerged.
Looking beyond the military camp into the distance, deep in the dark and desolate wilderness, a vague and huge figure can be vaguely seen, disappearing in the heavy rain.
Gu Qingshan slowly raised his arm, opened his mouth and took a hard bite.
A row of clear tooth marks appeared on the arm, and blood gradually oozed from the deeper biting area.
It hurts!
This is not a dream!
Like a sculpture, Gu Qingshan stood motionless in the pouring rain, letting the cold rain fall from the sky and soak his body.
