A purple vortex appeared, spinning like a rapidly expanding black hole, devouring everything. The body and the mind are sucked into the vortex, in which space and time are twisted. Cheng tried to struggle, but could not get rid of his consciousness bit by bit blurred until he lost consciousness.
When Cheng opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a lush meadow. The warm sun was shining on him and the faint smell of grass was floating in the air.
He looked up, his head spinning, a burning pain in his right temple. Cheng uncomfortable to hold the head, the mind is a mess. Isn't he on a flight to Shanghai? Why is there sunshine and grass?
Cheng opened his eyes again. The midday sun poured down unsparingly, stinging on the skin. In front of me was an endless expanse of grassland, gently rolling hills like turquoise waves on the earth. There was no sound of insects or wings rushing across the sky.
Cheng raised his hand hesitantly, pointing to the pale green grass juice. It was as if he had woken from a dream. The moment he opened his eyes, the whole plane, with all its passengers, had vanished, leaving no trace.
In silence, a shrill horn cut through heaven and earth. Cheng raised his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the sound. Then his eyes stiffened in disbelief.
In front of him lay a crescent plain about two leagues long. On the right of the plain, under the hills, lay a phalanx of infantry. Most of them had no helmets, their hair was tied up in a bun with cloth straps, and they wore black leather armor with square plates perforated at the top and bound together with leather.
The first line of sergeants held a three-meter-long spear with its head flat out in a slightly raised arc, used to hook and peck enemies. The next line of sergeants used beryllium, with a sworn-like top that was more than 3.5 meters long. The spears they use most are up to seven meters high, their metal points shining in the sun. From a distance, it looks like a forest of spears.
Before the phalanx, there were three rows of crossbowmen with crossbows. Dressed in black cloth, they squat on the ground in a half-kneeling position and look forward. These crossbowmen were entirely light soldiers, armed with nothing but a casket to hold their arrows.
Behind the phalanx was a commander in a leather cap, with a moustache on his lip and a long sword at his side, resting his hand on the hilt and looking ahead. The soldiers in the phalanx were expressionless, like a group of silent statues. In the silence, the breath of death and death.
Cheng's position was a hill shaped like the back of a fish, from which he could overlook the whole battlefield. His heart gave a sudden leap as he looked across the plain. If the sight of the phalanx had shocked him, it was horror.
Facing the phalanx of infantry was a crowd of tall orcs. Cheng could tell that he had never seen this race before. The goblins were formidably strong, the smallest over two metres, and hundreds of them stood together like a towering mountain.
Their necks were thick, their shoulders broad and thick as rocks, their bare arms heaved with gnarled muscles, and their skin bronze. Most frightening of all were their faces. Almost all of them had long tusks, the lower teeth twice as long as the upper teeth, clenched together like sharp machetes. Their eyes were as red as dripping blood, their nostrils twitched slightly, and their ferocious faces looked more like upright beasts than human beings.
Cheng felt his throat dry. Like most modern people living in the city, his eyesight was not good, but now he could see over the whole battlefield and see all the details clearly. In the sunlight the arrayed squares of soldiers and the savage beasts of the goblins were so real that they seemed to touch them with a hand.
Behind came a sound, Cheng heart suddenly tightened. He looked back in fear and saw Duan.
Duan looked around as he climbed. "Did we crash the plane? What the hell is this place? Zong Yang, is anyone else ahead?"
Cheng would like to say yes. And there are a lot of them. But he could not speak. He pointed.
Section strong hands and feet lying on the hill. The next moment, his mouth flew open and he was just frozen.
"What is this?
"Duan asked.
Cheng swallowed and spit, squeezed out two words between his teeth, "Qin Army!"
Dressed in black, armed with armor and spears, only the Daqin Army that swept Liuhe had such momentum. When he was in college, because to find the subject of graduation thesis, the history of ancient war of China and the West countries have been studied, associated with a variety of ancient ordnance, war method is very deep, like this obvious characteristics, can see at a glance, and the paragraph strong at that time selected subject is badge science, but finally he is paid to buy gunner submit papers pass.
"The Qin Army? Why did the Qin Army exist?"
Duan said slowly open his mouth, "We... We traveled?"
Cheng and Duan looked at each other and then looked at them at the same time. They were still wearing the clothes of the flight, keys, mobile phones, wallets... Everything was there, even a light sports backpack that Mr. Cheng carried with him. But everything in front of me... Duan has a dreamy expression on his face, unable to be sure to ask again, "We crossed?"
Cheng didn't know what to look like. Time travel? How could such a ridiculous thing have happened to him? He shuddered as he remembered the strange thunder and lightning on the flight. He was just an ordinary person who had flown to Shanghai to find a job and had never thought of traveling.
Duan's expression slowly became ecstatic. He clenched his hands and shouted excitedly: "We crossed! We have traveled to the Qin Dynasty!"
Cheng looked at the battlefield in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, "I don't know..."
The equipment of this army is indeed typical of the Qin army, but their opponent is not the Six Kingdoms, nor the Xiongnu, nor even humans, but a two-meter-tall upright beast, which has a fixed term in novels and movies: half-orcs!
Among the half-orcs, there is a particularly tall and strong warrior. He holds a heavy bronze battle-axe in his hand, his thick arms are thicker than a normal person's waist, his curly long hair falls from the back of his head, and a beast's jawbone hangs from his neck. His forehead, which is harder than steel, rises high and bulges, and his fierce face is like a bloodthirsty male lion.
The tall warrior raised his head and let out a roar full of hatred, then lifted his huge bronze battle-axe and swung it forward. Around him, hundreds of half-orcs immediately roared out, like a group of angry beasts, rushing towards the plain.
They didn't ride horses, because no horse could support their weight, and their running speed was even faster than that of warhorses. The weapons of those half-orcs were not exquisite, but when they wielded those wheel-sized giant axes, thicker than human heads and studded with spikes, and giant mallets, their powerful strength seemed to be able to tear the earth apart.
The Qin army formation was composed of 40 people per row, with 12 rows in total, for a total of 480 people. There were three rows of crossbowmen, totaling 120 people, with a total military strength of 600 people. The number of half-orcs was no less than 500, and with their superhuman physique far surpassing that of humans, their strength was at least twice that of the Qin army.
Faced with the rushing half-orcs, the Qin soldiers were fearless, as cold as rocks.
The commander wearing a plate-shaped leather hat stood tall, and his armor was more exquisite than the soldiers in the formation. The fine square armor pieces extended from his shoulders to his hands, and his fingers firmly grasped the sword hilt. When the half-orcs rushed into the crescent-shaped plain, he slowly drew his long sword, held it high above his head, and shouted, "String!"
The crossbowmen in front of the formation calmly stepped on the backs of their crossbows, using the strength of their legs to open the trigger, and skillfully loaded the bolts.
The commander lowered his long sword slowly, slanting it forward at a 45-degree angle, and shouted, "Aim!"
The crossbowmen lifted their heads and raised the crossbow machines, using the sophisticated mountain-viewing devices on the crossbows to aim at the half-orcs on the opposite side.
The half-orcs' huge bodies galloped on the grassland, and the heavy footsteps sounded like thunder, trampling the green grass and yellow sand into big clumps with each step, fearlessly rushing towards the Qin soldiers' crossbow bolts.
The commander coldly stared at the enemy army, then decisively slashed down his long sword and shouted sternly, "Destroy!"
With a "peng" sound, triangular arrowheads flew out of the bolts, tracing an arc in the air, and then scattered like rain towards the enemy army. Blood spattered on the several half-orcs who were charging in front.
Cheng and Duan both showed an expression of disbelief. In their imagination, in the era of cold weapons, it would be good enough for a crossbow to have a killing range of 100 meters, but the crossbow used by the Qin army in front of them had an unexpectedly strong force, with an effective range of more than 300 meters. In past battles, the fierce half-beast warriors could be disabled if just one arrow from a Qin army crossbow hit them within 300 meters. However, these half-beast warriors were as strong as wild beasts, running at speeds like galloping horses. By the time Qin archers had fired two rounds, the half-beast warriors were already approaching within 100 meters. The foremost warrior wore the lower jawbone of a tiger around his neck, his thick veins on his arm taut like earthworms on his skin, and his robust muscles were like iron. The giant axe in his hand was like a wheel, with a diameter of nearly one meter, double-edged and entirely made of bronze, extremely heavy. He had already been hit by five or six crossbow bolts, and with every step he took, blood sprayed out, yet he still charged forward relentlessly. "String!" "Look!" "Destroy!" The commander calmly gave the order. The final round of arrow rain once again struck, with at least ten crossbows aiming at the tiger warrior. Black arrows fiercely tore open his armor and pierced into his chest. The warrior fell to the ground, giving a wild roar before exerting all his strength to swing his giant axe. After the archers fired three rounds, they began to put away their crossbows and retreat to the rear from both sides of the formation. The giant axe whistled as it came, severing two archers at the waist and fiercely hacking into the grass. Blood suddenly spurted out, splashing onto the foot of a soldier behind them. The soldier holding a long spear stood motionless, with no expression on his face. When the commander gave the command, he took a step forward and raised his spear. Behind him, the second row of soldiers put down their short swords, followed by a seven-meter-long spear resembling a poisonous dragon. All the weapons were raised and pointed forward. The previously dense formation suddenly revealed a bloodthirsty edge like a perfectly coordinated war machine. All the archers had retreated to the rear of the formation, and the formation of 480 infantrymen marched forward at the same speed. They looked like a monster covered with sharp thorns, slowly approaching the battlefield. The half-beast warriors, still carrying arrow wounds, roared fiercely and swung their axes and maces with all their strength, rushing headlong into the Qin army's battle formation like a huge wave crashing against a reef. But in front of them was a terrifying forest made up of various weapons, with three-meter-long spears, three-and-a-half-meter-long staves, and seven-meter-long heavy long spears arranged in a staggered manner, leaving no gaps. With the commander's command, Qin soldiers simultaneously attacked with their weapons. The half-beast warriors were unable to even touch their opponents and were torn to pieces. If we were to compare individual combat power, the half-beast warriors far surpassed the Qin army, and even five Qin soldiers might not be able to match one half-beast warrior. But when facing the highly disciplined and coordinated Qin army formation, they were nothing but a group of beasts charging blindly into a trap.
The formation of 480 soldiers in the Qin army was as if one person, and their cooperation was extremely tacit after countless training and bloody fights. In each attack, the front-line soldiers first used their bent weapons to hook the opponent's weapon, followed by the second row of soldiers wielding spears to strike from left and right, and finally the dense and heavy long spears were used. During the fight, a half-beast used a giant axe to break two long spears and roared into the battle formation, using one swing of the axe to chop two adjacent soldiers into four pieces from shoulder to leg. The Qin soldiers beside them did not look back, but more than five heavy spears were thrust simultaneously from different angles and penetrated the body of the half-beast. The soldiers in the rear then filled the gap and continued to move forward. With the command of the commander, all kinds of weapons in the formation surged out, and every strike brought down several half-beasts. These infantrymen remained silent, like silent killing machines, slowly and mercilessly treading over the bodies of the enemy. If it were human warriors of the same race facing the brutal attack of the Qin army, they might have already collapsed. But these half-beasts did not retreat, using their strong bodies to withstand the Qin army's attacks, and then using their giant axes, mallets, fists, and even fangs to attack and bite the enemy. Blood flowed on the grass, dyeing the green grassland bright red. One tall body after another fell in front of the forest-like long spear formation. Similarly, the Qin soldiers were constantly hit by giant axes and mallets, and the yellow sand was stained with blood. Cheng's face was pale, without a trace of blood. When the first half-beast splattered blood and fell, his temple on the right side suddenly throbbed like a needle. As more and more soldiers died in battle, the pain became more and more intense, as if someone was constantly chiseling his head with an iron chisel.
Beside him, Duan was not much better than Cheng. The slaughter before their eyes almost made them forget their excitement about time travel. Like Cheng, Duan's face was also pale. The two looked at each other, sensing each other's shock and fear. Duan asked in a dry voice, "Is this real?" Cheng's throat rolled, but he remained silent. Duan pinched himself hard and shivered, saying, "This isn't a dream." Cheng's lips twitched. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't. This time-travel fanatic had always dreamed of this day, even bringing time-traveling items on the plane. But when it came to time travel, his luggage was left in the plane's luggage compartment. Besides a few small items he carried with him, he brought nothing. Cheng didn't have Duan's ecstatic excitement of his dream coming true. He never thought he would time travel. After witnessing the bloody battle before him, he just wanted to go back to his familiar world. On this grassland, he saw countless people fighting on the battlefield. The fierce half-beasts were slaughtering humans, and humans were also killing half-beasts. Blood and mutilated limbs were flying everywhere. What was even more frightening was that he didn't feel any fear at all. On the contrary, the pain on his forehead made him feel a vague excitement... Duan suddenly stopped and looked at Cheng's face, "Cheng, you..." Cheng raised his head, "What's wrong?" Duan pointed to his head, hesitatingly said, "There's a wound here... it seems to be flashing." There was a purple scar on the right temple of Cheng, shaped like lightning. It was now faintly shining and flowing with a strange luster as the screams of dying people coming from the hillside below. Cheng reached for his temple, but suddenly felt like his internal organs were being twisted by someone, and he couldn't help but vomit. "Cheng!" Duan quickly supported him. Cheng continued to vomit, but he didn't throw up anything. This vomiting was completely different from his past experiences. The air filled with the smell of corpses kept rushing into his nose and mouth, even if he held his breath, it still penetrated his skin and brought a cold chill.
The excitement accompanying the massacre grew stronger and stronger, as he vomited and breathed in the air filled with the smell of death, almost unable to suppress the urge in his body. Just when Cheng was on the verge of collapsing, there was a slight movement below his navel, and the breath that filled his body seemed to have found an outlet, flowing into it like a tide. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and his face returned to normal. "It's okay." Cheng pushed away Duan's arm, and his fingers trembled slightly. On the battlefield, the balance of victory was tilting towards the Qin army side, the attack of the half-beasts was blocked by the Qin army formation, and more and more half-beasts fell in a pool of blood. At this moment, a team of cavalry rushed out from behind the Qin army's hill. The riders on the horses wore lightweight leather armor, held crossbows, wore long swords at their waists, and carried short spears one and a half meters long on their saddles, encircling the beast barbarians from both wings. The Qin army's light cavalry always appeared as the terminator of the battlefield with their fast mobility, intercepting enemy forces attacking retreats. In the Battle of Changping, the Qin army divided the Zhao army of 450,000 into two halves with a light cavalry of 5,000, ultimately annihilating the Zhao army. When the Qin army's light cavalry appeared, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt. On the other side of the battlefield, the unusually tall half-beast held a giant axe in his hand, and his thick long hair fluttered in the wind. Looking at the dead comrades, he raised his lion-like head and let out a mournful howl. The cry echoed far and wide across the grassland. After a long time, a similarly mournful echo came from deep in the grassland. The tall half-beast tore off the beast jawbone from his neck and smashed it on the bronze axe. The surrounding beast barbarians all showed eyes of humiliation and unwillingness. The beast bone necklace was a symbol of the bravery and honor of the beast barbarian warriors. When they destroyed their own honor, it also meant admitting defeat. Every beast barbarian man was a born warrior, willing to die rather than admit defeat. When the gods created the sky and the earth, they were the masters of this grassland. But now, they had to once again give up their land and accept defeat in shame. The beast barbarian warriors began to break through, and the Qin army formation still advanced slowly at its own speed, not giving up its formation because of the enemy's retreat. The Qin army crossbowmen on horseback divided into small groups, chasing and mercilessly harvesting lives of the scattered enemy forces.
Half-orcs from the rear rushed to rescue their companions and then turned to break through the interception of the Qin army's light cavalry. The confrontation between the two armies turned into a melee of pursuit and counterattack, and the battlefield quickly expanded. An arrow flew in from an unknown direction and stuck diagonally into the grass not far from the two men. The arrowhead penetrated the sand, and the arrow shaft kept trembling, faintly carrying bloodstains. The two men were shocked and instinctively lowered their bodies and crawled towards the hill behind them. Cheng swallowed a gulp of icy saliva, "Do you still want to time-travel?" Duan's face was ashen, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile full of fear, "We shouldn't have traveled to this place. If... if..." Duan wanted to say that if they had traveled to another place, perhaps he could have realized his dream. But before he could finish, all the hairs on Cheng's body suddenly stood up, and he hissed, "Duan!" A huge long arrow suddenly flew over and fiercely pierced through Duan's neck, bringing out a canopy of bloody rain. Cheng's blood seemed to freeze. The arrow pierced Duan's neck, almost taking away his life in an instant. A sharp pain came from his right temple, and Cheng knelt on the ground, holding Duan's body, his mind in chaos. "Watch my time-traveling ball!" "Time-travel success!" "I want to bring three things: a book on military manufacturing, from steelmaking to ammunition, I want to make them all; a chronology of history, with it, I am half a god; plus a heavy machine gun - with these three treasures, I am invincible!" Duan's laughter seemed to still echo in his ears. Fate was so absurd. He finally time-traveled to another world as he wished, but only survived for a short period of a few tens of minutes. In his original world, he had money, cars, and women... but claimed that the ideal life was elsewhere, and his only dream in life was to time-travel. When his dream finally came true, the only thing waiting for him was an arrow piercing through his neck. If he knew that his fate would end like this, would he still yearn to time-travel? Cheng would never know the answer.