The head fell to the ground.
Blood splattered from the neck like blooming flowers.
Screams, groans, roars, and neighs.
--who I am?
——Where am I?
——Why is the blood splashed on the face so hot?
——Why are they retreating?
——What are they afraid of?
The remnant soldiers retreated in disgrace. Amidst the clanging of the armor, countless soldiers came in and surrounded me layer by layer.
The cold light of the battle ax is like water, the heavy shields are arranged side by side like mountains, and the spears are held up like a forest.
These are the elite among the elites of the Wei State, known as military soldiers, and each one has been carefully selected.
Being extremely strong, carrying heavy armor, and holding strong soldiers are just the basics. You have to survive several bloody battles before you are qualified to be selected.
These soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles were all pale now, and several of them could not help but swallow their saliva.
Surrounded by these Wei soldiers, there was only one solitary figure.
His left calf has disappeared, and half of the spear shaft is tied to his thigh as a substitute to support the body; half of the flesh on his right leg has disappeared, revealing the bloodshot thigh bones. At the wound, the muscles are half red and half white, and they have stopped bleeding. Bleeding comes.
On the back, only a fragment of the originally complete armor was left. Rather than hanging on the body, it was better said to be embedded in the flesh - there were also marks from heavy hammer blows on it.
In front of him, half of his intestines squeezed out from the gap in the silk cloth randomly wrapped around his lower abdomen.
There is a crack in the chest that can fit half a fist into. Through the wound, you can barely see the heart that is no longer beating.
He is no longer alive.
"Historian of the Wei Dynasty, Gong Yangzan, I would like to ask you your name." A scholar in white clothes walked out under the protection of layers of armored soldiers, bowed and saluted, and asked seriously.
——Are you talking to me?
"The son of Zhang Gong Zhenyue, the captain of Fenwu School of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Lie and Zhang Zhanjue!"
——This is not what I am talking about!
——Who is speaking for me?
"Your Excellency is brave enough for eternity and will surely leave his name in history. However, the person who killed your father is dead today. Your grudges are over and your soul will never return?" asked the scholar in white.
"I am already dead?"
——The mouth is talking, but I am not the owner of this body, but a bystander.
——I am a spirit from outside the world, now lurking in the soul of the host.
——I am a time traveler and an extraterrestrial demon!
"Your Majesty, with one sword, broke through five formations and beheaded seven generals. He killed me, the deputy commander of the Wei Dynasty, Zaifu Gan, among the thousands of troops. I was seriously injured in ten places, with countless minor injuries. My armor was broken and my blood dried. Even though I died, I fought hard. Throughout the ages, warriors all over the world, Your Excellency should be the leader." The white-clothed scholar held up his hands, his expression was three-quarters heavy and seven-points respectful.
There is a strange power in his voice that makes people happy and relaxed.
"Yeah?"
He lowered his head and looked towards himself.
Through the terrible wound on his chest, he could directly see his heart - the heart was a little shriveled and no longer beating.
"So I'm dead?"
'bass--'
The long knife was inserted into the ground, and my eyes drooped - something seemed to have disappeared from this body, making me lose control.
——Am I successful in seizing the body?
"You risk your life and forget about death, but your heroic soul will never leave, how can you do this!"
Looking at the body standing in front of him, leaning on the knife and refusing to fall, the man in white sighed, turned around and walked away.
"Commander, what-" the soldier next to him asked in a low voice.
"The unparalleled warrior, you should salute yourself - wait until tomorrow." Historian Gongyang praised, "No," Commander Gong Wuxie ordered.
"That handsome man's body?" the soldier asked again.
"Take it away, we can't let his soul be taken away by those monks. Even if he kills the enemy on the battlefield, killing the enemy generals and hanging his corpse for public display is a bit excessive. If he wasn't so cruel, how could he arouse the opponent's fighting spirit? If I were a step late today, I would not be able to dispel this man's fighting spirit, and I am afraid that he would transform into a ghost king on the spot."
"What's more, people like this are excellent materials for condensing fighting spirits. If we take them away, those people will not stop."
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The Wangu Plain is a basin between Han and Wei, sandwiched between Qi Mountain and Mangdang Mountain. Whoever controls this place can advance, attack, retreat or defend. It is a battleground for military strategists.
Since it is a battleground for military strategists, it is naturally also the focus of struggle between the two sides.
Over the past hundred years, the kings of Han and Wei have changed several times, but this place is still a battleground for military strategists - this nameless basin has also been renamed the Plain of Ten Thousand Bones.
The setting sun is like blood, the last ray of rays of light fades away, and the Wangu Plain becomes quiet, with only the cries of crows and owls echoing sadly on the plain.
The battlefield during the day has turned into a ghost.
At night, midnight.
Dark winds blew from all directions in the Ten Thousand Bones Plain at the same time.
Wherever the cold wind passed, the wild dogs, wolves, crows and vultures wandering on the battlefield fell to the ground one after another; the cold wind blew over the corpses of the fallen soldiers, bringing out wisps of remains from the corpses that either maintained their human form or were like a wisp of black smoke. Souls, these remnant souls howled and howled, dyeing the dark wind black.
The black wind converged in the middle of the battlefield, rose into the air, and condensed into dark clouds, covering the entire sky.
The earth is invisible.
About three hundred meters underground in the Ten Thousand Bones Plain, there is a huge semi-artificial and semi-natural cave.
In the middle of the cave, countless skulls built an altar nine feet high and nine feet square.
In the center of the altar, a black flag is stuck on a large skull.
The black flag flag is three feet, three inches long, and the pennant spread out in the wind is pure black without any decoration.
Nine men in black robes stood around the altar.
"Jie Jie Jie, finally we didn't use some civilians to fool us this time." A man in black robe said with a smile.
"That's natural. If we don't get enough fighting souls this time, I'm afraid the Patriarch will fall out." Another black-robed monk said.
"It's no wonder, the Patriarch. If there are less than 10,000 fighting souls, one of the twelve Dutian Ten Thousand Ghost Flags will be missing. The Emperor Yin will blame him, and the Patriarch cannot afford it."
"The Patriarch spent a lot of money a hundred years ago to set up a large spirit gathering formation covering hundreds of miles around this place. The Han and Wei Dynasties have been fighting for years. How can we not gather tens of thousands of fighting souls?" Another black-robed man said The man asked curiously.
"Junior brother is not our foreign affairs disciple, nor does he follow the path of soul-gathering cultivation, so he doesn't know anything. War spirits are different from ordinary ghosts. Only when a brave man dies in a fierce battle and his spirit remains after death can a war spirit be formed.
An army of 10,000 people can be said to be well-trained and morale-worthy, and if one thousand of them die in battle and do not retreat, they will be said to be well-trained and have commendable morale, and the number of fighting souls among them is not more than a hundred. We have to thank God. And there are not many such elites even in Wei and Chu - how can it be so easy to collect tens of thousands of fighting souls.
We have been squatting here for twenty years. After three wars and countless small battles, we have only collected 1,300 battle souls. If it weren't for the many accumulations made by the senior brothers in front of us, we don't know in what year we will be able to gather 10,000 fighting souls. "
The man in black robe wanted to continue talking, but the leader of the man in black robe interrupted him and said: "Yinfeng has finished searching for souls. Everyone takes their positions, activates the altar, and gathers the souls into the flag."
The men in black robes quickly took their places.
The nine men in black robes each activated their magic power to inject into the altar, and a sinister wind suddenly rose in the cave.
"All ghosts obey orders, and all the souls are captured by heaven, come!" Nine people shouted in unison.
In the center of the altar, the Dutian Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag suddenly expanded to a height of three feet. The flag surface stretched and trembled, and wisps of black air slowly rose from the flag surface, converging into a column of black light three feet above the top of the flag.
This black light regarded the rocks as nothing, broke out of the ground through the strata, and penetrated straight into the clouds above.
The Ten Thousand Ghost Flags in Dutian—the soul-stirring divine light.
The black light is like a pillar, supporting the sky and the earth, and the dark clouds in the sky are rotating and shrinking towards the black light pillar in the middle.
In this pillar of black light, which is about ten feet thick, there is a figure standing with a knife and refusing to fall. Moistened by this black light, the broken body gradually begins to proliferate, heal, and complete.
