The broken snow mixed with a chaotic hell.

Among the dead, a hand stretched out. Du Huaishan used all his strength to push away the corpse on his head. Sand-like snowflakes fell on his face covered with pus, blood and brain matter, and melted into blood.

It flowed down the cheeks to the chin, and dripped on the yellowed front teeth of a corpse.

He was breathing heavily, like a wounded lone wolf, his eyes full of blood.

dead body.

There are dead bodies everywhere.

Flags fell horizontally, arrow blades were broken, broken limbs and arms were scattered in the grass, horses lay buried in a pool of blood, black smoke rose from the top of the mountain, the overturned troop transport wheels were still turning, and gray clouds were sinking above the head, as if they were in Shura.

battlefield.

A chill ran down Du Huaishan's spine, and his cloudy pupils instantly shrank into the tips of wheat.

He was originally a senior student majoring in martial arts at Jiangcheng Sports College. He was competing in a professional fighting club. The two sides were fighting vigorously when he suddenly felt dizzy and saw a red light, and then he appeared here.

Hallucination? Prank? Kidnapping? Or time travel?

Du Huaishan immediately turned his palms and touched his face. It turned out to be much smaller than he thought, like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. This was definitely not his body. If he pinched it hard, it would hurt!

Did I really travel through time?!

He felt unbelievable.

The common setting of memory emergence in novels and animations does not appear, and there is not even the name of the original owner.

Fortunately, Du Huaishan has loved martial arts fighting since he was a child and is quite courageous. Now his mind has calmed down a lot. No matter what happens, it is important to survive first!

After confirming that there was no danger around him, he gritted his teeth and opened up the corpses on his body.

Although I had been prepared for it in advance, the impact of the real battlefield was unimaginable.

The tumbling head in the corner is full of stumps and internal organs, intertwined together, and the flesh and blood are blurred. If you grab it with one hand, it will make a "pop, pop" sound, and bring up the mucus. The fishy smell is overwhelming.

His stomach acid surged violently.

After vomiting several times, Du Huaishan began to look for intact weapons to prepare for self-protection, and paid attention to all available information.

Corpses are roughly divided into two categories.

One type is civilians like him, wearing long t-shirts, and the other type is soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms. There are also some people wearing cloth armor embroidered with metal rivets, with bright sabers stuck on the ground, and they are screaming.

The wind blew gently, like the horse rifle made by the old Han Yang, and it was tightly held in the palm of the soldier's hand.

Era that meet these characteristics:

Republic of China!

But what was printed on the broken red flag was not any familiar flag, but a dragon and a tiger, surrounded by a golden carved shield.

During the Republic of China, thermal weapons were very mature, but there were even more cold weapons than guns here.

There are also cloth armors.

The emergence of rifling and Minie bullets marked the beginning of the withdrawal of cold weapons and armor from the stage of history. How could something that was eliminated at the end of the Qing Dynasty still appear in the Republic of China?

What’s even more strange is that the fatal points of these corpses, without exception, are all lacerations and cuts. Bullets and explosives cannot make such smooth cuts. Even if a cavalry charge can break people’s hands and feet, they can chop the horses into pieces as well.

Is that too much?

In contrast, the corpse wearing cotton armor was the most completely preserved!

In an era where hot weapons are completely dominant, cold weapons have the upper hand...

An unpleasant feeling grew in Du Huaishan's heart.

The same physical rules, environment, and human race do not necessarily mean that this is still a normal earth.

then.

In addition to the horse rifle, he also found a better armor, endured the stench and took it off, shouldered it along with the saber, quickly found a tree, leaned against it and hid to check.

The cloth armor was made of cloth on the outside, with iron plates on the inside at key points, and fixed with copper nails. It looked weak, but it was actually quite heavy. He only took the breastplate and helmet, which weighed seventeen or eighteen kilograms.

Fortunately, the original body was not too bad, so Du Huaishan didn't feel too strenuous after putting it on, because the cotton lining was thick and the weight was evenly distributed, making it easier than carrying a large schoolbag to school.

The style of the saber is very similar to the Type 65 Cavalry Knife. It is nearly one meter in length and weighs three kilograms. It has a slightly curved blade, a single-sided blade, double-strengthened bleeding slots, a full steel hand guard, and a coarse cloth wrapped around the grip.

The strips are non-slip and come with a black wooden scabbard.

Don't think that a weapon weighing three pounds is very light.

When wielding it with one hand, the entire weight of the blade will be pressed on the wrist and forearm. Generally, ordinary people who have not received professional force training will feel unbearable pain after a dozen times.

The weapons of the ancients that weighed dozens of kilograms either had different unit conversions or they were used for fighting on horseback and did not need to be wielded excessively.

Du Huaishan majored in Sanda and Chinese wrestling, but traditional martial arts and weapon routine performances also require study and examination, so he has a deep understanding of cold weapons.

A few simple sword dances.

After testing, it was found that the center of gravity of the blade is mainly concentrated in the front half, which makes it easier to chop, but difficult to control, and the wrist is really tight.

His mind was familiar with all kinds of tricks with swords, flowers, and spears, but when his soul came through, his body was unfamiliar. The various data such as strength, speed, reaction, etc. did not match, and he had no muscle memory. When he performed the moves, he was always a little slow.

Feel.

But taking it slow is better than not knowing anything at all.

The old bolt-action rifle was left with four bullets in the box. The barrel was intact. After a few fiddles, I figured out how to rotate and push the chamber.

Boys are born to be self-taught in certain things, not to mention that he even practiced the 95 style during military training in his freshman year.

Everything is ready.

Du Huaishan took a few deep breaths, looked around, and finally chose to follow the direction of the ruts.

Even if he doesn’t have any memory of this world in his mind, as a good young man from the May Fourth Movement in the 21st century, who has received sixteen years of higher education and has read so many film and television literary works, he still has some cognitive analysis.

Just like the line in the movie "Manslaughter": "When you have watched more than 1,000 movies, there is nothing weird in the world!"

Watching "Detective Conan" regularly will improve your logical thinking to some extent;

Love of wilderness novels will also cultivate crisis awareness and survival ability.

Except for professional courses, Du Huaishan didn't know much about other aspects, but he happened to know a little bit about everything.

From the distribution of the broken corpses and the rolling position of the vehicle, it can be seen that they were attacked by an unknown force from behind while escaping. Therefore, there is a high probability that there will be people or towns to respond to the target direction of the convoy.

Sex is higher.

Get out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The smell of blood was obviously much lighter, which made Du Huaishan feel a little better physically, but he still did not dare to let down his guard. He clutched the loaded horse rifle tightly in his hand, his back hunched, and his eyes and ears were like radar detectors.

Likewise, always scanning the surroundings.

The snow is still falling and the woods are getting denser and denser.

As far as the eye can see, the yellow-green weeds and shrubs are already covered with a thin layer of white frost.

A gust of wind came, which made Du Huaishan's ears twitch subconsciously because he heard the sound of fighting!

On the right front!

After hesitating for a moment, he still walked in the direction of the sound. If he was lucky, he might be saved. Even if he was unlucky, he could still get some useful intelligence information from it.

Du Huaishan walked very lightly.

This place is no different than the original world. He may die at any time. He must be careful, not to mention that he is approaching the center of danger.

Tens of meters later, before he could find the target, he smelled blood again.

The sounds of fighting seemed to have stopped.

Du Huaishan suddenly felt something bad. He quickly ducked down and used the lush bushes as cover to approach the open space ahead. After finding a tree trunk as a cover, he slowly poked half of his eyes out.

But they saw that the grassland in front was in a mess, with broken bush branches and blood and minced meat splattered everywhere. The body of a soldier, also wearing an khaki military uniform, was hanging on a tree, with a branch piercing his chest and his lower body cut off at the waist.

, the white intestines hang down in series and rest on the ground.

But the next second, what he saw in front of him was enough to make his heart stop!

It was a rotten and pitch-black beast, gnawing on another soldier's body. It was a whole circle bigger than a heavy Shire horse. The corpse was in front of it, like a chicken.

Fiddle with it arbitrarily and make a clicking sound.

Suddenly, it suddenly stopped eating and raised its head suddenly. The four sickle-like sharp horns were as terrifying as demons. A bright saber penetrated the head from the left eye socket. Most of the face was cut off, revealing the white bones and the fangs.

, still hanging the remains of the soldiers’ flesh and blood!

It's like having the ability to see things through.

In just an instant, it locked behind the tree and stood up unsteadily. It turned out to be a monster with hoofed limbs, a human chest, and a four-horned goat head.

The rough muscles were covered with various scars, the abdominal cavity was mutilated, and the left front hoof and arm had been cut off. The only remaining right arm had three fingers, and the scalpel-like nails shone with an icy cold light.

Du Huaishan shivered suddenly as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It was blood. He ignored that he had just crawled out of the pile of corpses and had a strong smell of blood on his body.

He twisted his thigh hard. No matter how brave he was, he had never seen such a scene before.
To be continued...