A cold arrow was aimed at him. It was a huge longbow with a bow back as wide as a palm, wrapped in tough cowhide. The hand holding the bow was equally huge, with fingers as thick as exposed tree roots, covered in wild beast-like bristles. With a forceful movement of his joints, the bowstring was slowly pulled back.
Instinctively, Cheng ducked down and lost his balance, tumbling down the gentle hill. The blue sky and green grass spun rapidly before his eyes, and Cheng was so terrified that he could hardly catch his breath. Finally, he slumped into a shallow grassy hollow.
The hill where Cheng was located was originally far from the battlefield, but as the savage warriors were defeated, the battlefield kept expanding and this place was also affected. A group of retreating half-beasts rushed up the hill and shot an arrow that killed Duan, then aimed at Cheng.
Just as Cheng touched the shadow of death, the arrow that was aimed at him was released and shot towards another target.
Below the hill, several cavalrymen galloped towards them. One of the big men drew his long sword from his waist, cleaved the arrow with a heavy blow, and then reined in his horse. Beside him, five cavalrymen spread out in a fan shape, each holding up a crossbow and blocking the escape route of the savage warriors.
Most of their faces were sunburned and black-red, but their eyes were as sharp as freshly tempered blades. Among these iron-clad men, there was one face that was surprisingly fair, appearing younger than his companions. He wore soft armor on the back of his hand, and held a crossbow in his hand. Like his companions, he carried no heavy weapons other than a long sword that was easy to strike from horseback. However, the feeling he gave Cheng was completely different from the others. The young rider looked at Cheng coldly for a moment, then raised his head and looked towards the hill behind him.
The slope of the hill was not steep, and there was thick green grass on the ground. Cheng rolled down all the way, only scraping a piece of skin off his face and not suffering any injuries. He gasped for breath in a panic, with cold sweat on his back.
All of this happened in an instant, and even now he still couldn't believe that he had crossed into another world, and that Duan, who had crossed with him, was already dead. He lifted his head and shivered involuntarily.
There were more than ten savage warriors on the hill, one of whom was nearly twice as tall as Cheng. He was the half-beast leader who had destroyed his jawbone necklace. A warrior bent over and pulled the long arrow from Duan's neck, then placed it on the bow and aimed the bloody arrow at the cavalrymen below the hill.
The young man with the fair complexion shook off the stirrup, stepped on the back of the crossbow with his feet, smoothly pulled back the bowstring, then raised the crossbow and without hesitation shot an arrow.
"With a 'twang' sound, the sharp crossbow arrow flew out like lightning through his sturdy arm. The half-orc, with blood-red eyes, loosened his grip on the bowstring, and the arrow slid out, skewering into the ground. He grabbed the tail of the bolt and forcefully pulled it out, the blood flowing down his arm, but he remained unfazed.
For both sides, who were fighting for their lives, words were already unnecessary at this point. The half-orcs on the hill roared together, charging down like a pack of wild beasts.
The young cavalryman drew his sword and was about to charge out with his horse when he was pulled back by a burly man with a thick, unkempt beard that extended all the way to his sideburns. The man growled, "You're injured and can't show off your bravery! Step back!"
The young man lifted his chin and did not back down. "Why can't I go to the battlefield?"
"This is the commander's order!"
The burly man tugged on the reins, pulling the horse's head to one side, then lifted his short spear and thrust it hard into the horse's hindquarters. The warhorse neighed in pain, lifting its front hooves and running sideways. The young rider was caught off guard and was thrown into the saddle.
After driving off the young man, the burly man shouted, "Brothers, fight to the death!"
The remaining four cavalrymen responded in unison. Though they were few in number, their voices shook the earth, and their spirits were no less fierce than those of the half-orcs.
The injured warhorse charged straight toward Cheng. The young rider on its back pulled the reins tightly and shouted, "Get out of the way!"
Cheng had never ridden a horse in his life, and as he watched the horseshoes with their iron covers approaching him directly, his face turned green. He did not care about his dignity as a modern man and crawled and rolled out of the way. But the frightened horse was out of control, trampling on the scattered grass, and getting closer and closer to Cheng. Cheng was terrified and dodged frantically, but the hooves seemed to be fixated on him, trampling around his head, neck, shoulders, and back."
Cheng lay down and shouted, "Just stomp me to death!"
The horseshoe scraped heavily across Cheng's cheek as it landed on the grass, and the rider on the horse stood up in the stirrups. He pulled the reins tight, and the bit deeply bit into the horse's mouth, almost drawing blood.
Cheng's facial muscles involuntarily twitched, and his hair was full of grass leaves. He knew that he must look very messy, but for a person who had twice brushed with death after crossing over, dignity was no longer important.
The young rider tried his best to control the horse, and at least the anticipated horseshoe did not kick Cheng's head.
Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and then noticed the rider's face.
He was... very pretty. His eyebrows were long and extended outwards, like the wings of a flying swallow on his white cheeks. His eyes were extremely bright, and his pursed lips were rosy and captivating. Very beautiful, very stunning... if she were a woman, she would definitely be a very beautiful woman. If he were a man, he would be a very unfortunate man.
The rider obviously did not have a good impression of Cheng. He gave Cheng a fierce glare and jumped off his horse, running towards his companions.
Unlike the silent soldiers in the formation, the rider's running posture was very peculiar. He held the sword hilt with one hand, leaned his body forward, and relied entirely on the power of his toes to glide forward on the grass. Not only was his posture beautiful, but his speed was also extremely fast, reminding Cheng of the legendary martial arts master.
As an urbanite who needed an elevator to climb three floors, martial arts masters were completely beings from the sixth dimension to Cheng. He was glad he hadn't been too arrogant just now.
On the other side were also a group of creatures from the sixth dimension. The half-beast people took big steps, and their speed was not inferior to that of horses. Their figures were also terrifyingly tall, even taller than the cavalry on horseback.
The five riders formed a character-shaped formation, with two in front and three in the back, each holding a short spear and staring at the charging beast warriors. The Qin army formation in front had already defeated the enemy and was clearing the battlefield. They had been chasing the beastmen deep in the grassland for three months, just to completely eliminate the threat of the beastmen to the western empire. As long as they could hold them back for a moment, reinforcements could arrive and chop off the beastman leader's head.
The leading beastly barbarian warrior opened his jaws, let out a thunderous roar, then leaped up, raising his wheel-sized giant axe above his head and bringing it down with force in midair. The two cavalrymen in front simultaneously lifted their short spears, crossing them over the axe handle. "Clang!" The huge impact caused both of them to sink at the shoulders, and their mounts also retreated half a step due to the shock. These five cavalrymen were extremely skilled in their cooperation. Just as the two of them blocked the axe handle, the three cavalrymen behind them charged forward half a step, relying on their horses' strength to viciously stab the short spears into the barbarian warrior's ribs from both sides. This was a clear advantage of tactical cooperation. If it were one-on-one, one beastly barbarian warrior would have leftovers after defeating these five cavalrymen. But with the seamless cooperation of the five cavalrymen, two defended while three attacked, and they were able to easily bring down the barbarian warrior. Lava-like thick and pungent blood flowed from the waist and abdomen of the beastly barbarian warrior. "Gogel!" he roared, throwing down his giant axe, embracing one of the cavalrymen, and knocking him and his mount down. Then, he opened his big mouth and tore open the cavalryman's neck with his sharp fangs, causing blood to burst out. The curly-haired big man on horseback had a face as calm as water. He leaned sideways and threw the short spear like a venomous snake, piercing the barbarian warrior from behind and killing him and his horse. Then, he drew his long sword from his waist. These bloodthirsty men were used to death and had no room for distraction in life and death situations. The beastly barbarians, on the other hand, clearly relied on their own bravery and fought separately, without adjusting their speed to encircle their opponents together. Another beastly barbarian warrior rushed towards the big man with a violent roar. The curly-haired big man held his long sword steadily, staring coldly at his opponent. Just as the beastly barbarian warrior charged forward, two cavalrymen suddenly galloped out half a step behind him, and two short spears, one on the left and one on the right, were fiercely stabbed into his chest. Then, the big man leaped off his horse, his feet landing firmly on the muscular shoulders of the barbarian warrior, his hands holding the long sword backwards, and fiercely stabbing him from behind. The beastly barbarian warrior fell to the ground, and the huge hammer in his hand fell heavily on the ground, splashing up a patch of mud.
The beastly chieftain named Guger had bloodshot eyes as he grabbed a spear and threw it with all his might. The burly man with a beard had his longsword thrust into the back of the beastly warrior, but it got stuck in his thick spine. Before he could toss away the sword to dodge, the spear had already whistled through the air and pierced through the man's left chest, exiting from his back. In an instant, both sides lost two men each. Four sharp pains shot through Cheng's right temple, the last one especially intense, nearly bringing tears to his eyes. At the same time, four chilling auras entered his body. Neither side paid any attention to Cheng. To the cavalrymen, although Cheng was dressed oddly, he was clearly a member of the human race. And to the beastmen, this unarmed stranger posed no more of a threat than the cavalrymen did. Following Guger were the most famous warriors of his tribe, roaring as they charged forward and killed the remaining three cavalrymen, leaving two more beastmen corpses on the ground. Guger wielded a spear in his left hand and an axe in his right, hacking one of the cavalrymen and his horse into four pieces, then standing tall with his muscular body covered in blood, looking like an ancient beastly god. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Cheng wouldn't have believed that humans could stand up to the terrifying half-beasts and inflict damage in a disadvantaged situation. Although the cavalrymen relied on their cooperation, they displayed far more ferocity than he had imagined. A chill rose in his heart. Were these cavalrymen really just part of the Qin army? All of his companions were dead, but the young rider didn't hesitate to charge towards the beastmen. Compared to the beastly warriors' astonishing physiques, his figure seemed small and fragile, but his resolute and determined posture was as sharp as the longsword in his hand. The beastmen had already been incited by blood and slaughter, and one of the warriors raised a bronze wheel-shaped battle-axe and swung it towards the rider's waist. The rider lightly stepped on his tiptoes, slid aside, and avoided the axe like a skater. Then, his longsword suddenly lit up with white light and flashed through the axe shadow like lightning, piercing the beastly warrior's wrist. The longsword's white light was extremely sharp, severing the beastly warrior's left hand at the wrist. The axe flew out, carrying a curtain of blood. The warrior bared his fangs, then clenched his right fist and pounded heavily on the sword's spine, causing the rider to retreat a step.
Guger abandoned his already bent spear and held the axe with both hands, chopping down on the sword of the rider like thunder. Although the rider was brave, he was ultimately weak, and every time the giant axe chopped down, the white light on the sword weakened, and his body was forced to retreat repeatedly. In the end, with a crisp "clang", the sword, which had lost its white light, was split in two by the giant axe. The rider reacted very quickly and threw the broken half of the sword, which cut into Guger's rocky fingers, splashing a strand of blood. The giant axe fell heavily to the ground. Guger's blood-drenched hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the rider's breastplate, and then his left hand clenched into a fist, hitting him hard in the abdomen. The rider was wearing a lightweight leather armor for cavalry, and with Guger's fist, which could split rocks, the rectangular armor pieces on his chest flew in all directions. His body flew horizontally and landed like a kite with a broken string, sliding more than ten meters away and falling into the grass nest where Cheng had just been. Knowing that he couldn't win, he still ran back to his death. Cheng gave him an evaluation in his heart: crazy! The rider's helmet fell off somewhere, revealing a tied-up bun of hair. His face was as white as snow, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he was seriously injured and may have broken five or six ribs. Looking down again, Cheng's breath suddenly stopped. There was a large hole torn in the rider's leather armor on his chest, and even the white cloth that bound his chest was torn apart, revealing two round... breasts. Although they were not as huge as the cow-sized breasts in Western movies, they were still attractive, with rounded and plump curves and white and tender skin. Especially the tips, they were still delicate and pink. However, there was a scar on the left breast, which was scratched by the thick fingers of the beastly man, and blood was dripping... Cheng couldn't help but look at her face again. It turned out to be a beauty. The beautiful eyebrows went straight to the temples, and there was a compelling heroism between her eyebrows. However, her eyes didn't seem very friendly... The female rider glared fiercely at Cheng with almost flaming eyes. As a man who stared at her naked breasts so blatantly, she would definitely have some kind of reaction. It went without saying. Just as she was about to open her mouth to scold him, her internal injuries suddenly broke out, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out. She barely covered her chest with her white palm, and a sickly blush rose on her pale face. Very beautiful. Cheng repeated it in his heart. Although she had gone through a life and death struggle, her clothes were torn, her hair was messy, and her appearance was embarrassed, and she was completely makeup-free, her appearance was no worse than those dazzling stars in his world.
Cheng was staring into space when suddenly he felt a sense of danger. He turned around and was almost scared to death by the sight of the bloodthirsty beast-like warriors approaching him. Their ugly and ferocious faces, combined with their frightening physical strength, made him feel as vulnerable as a naked baby. In fact, it was all a misunderstanding. Who would have thought that the female cavalryman disguised as a man would be beaten back step by step, and ultimately fly out more than ten meters and fall behind him? Now he was standing alone in front of a group of half-beast people. Although his heart was pounding and his face was full of fear, these half-beast people probably couldn't tell, and would only see him excitedly clenching his fists, his eyes shining, like a brave hero who was saving the beauty. The warrior at the forefront had a lion-like head with fangs still stained with fresh blood. Facing these half-beast warriors, Cheng regretted to the point of wanting to commit suicide. If possible, he would have run away as far as possible. However, these half-beast people could cover as much ground in one stride as he could run in a while. As for begging for mercy, Cheng doubted whether these half-beasts could understand human language. Moreover, they would not give him a chance to explain. Cheng was stunned for one percent of a second, and then searched through every pocket of his body in a shorter time, like a drowning person desperately looking for driftwood. Mobile phone - wouldn't a hand grenade be better? Keys - if only he had that magical key from the mysterious house in the video game that could open any door. Wallet - would they accept bribes? The heavy breathing of the beast-like warriors almost sprayed onto Cheng's face. At this time, they were only separated from the Qin army by a low hill, and the Qin cavalry wandering near the edge of the battlefield could appear at any time. However, for Cheng, they were all a bit too far away. Gugel's fist rose, bringing up a huge whistling sound. The feeling was like a train coming towards him at a speed of over two hundred kilometers per hour. Cheng was blown away by the wind of the fist before he even touched it, and fell on... "Uh..." the female rider who showed a painful expression. Cheng was dizzy and even bit his mouth, bleeding all over. He did not notice that he had fallen on the female rider, pressing on her broken rib. The fist of the beast-like warrior almost turned his internal organs upside down, causing his chest to ache as if it was about to split open. Still in shock, Cheng instinctively clenched his hands and grabbed the object under him. His right hand grabbed a few pieces of fallen armor, and his left hand was lucky enough to grab a warm, soft and elastic object that felt slippery and tender, like... Cheng hesitated, rubbed it a few times, and squeezed it twice.
"Pa!" The female rider raised her arm with all her might and slapped him hard. Cheng realized that he had grabbed her injured left breast and quickly let go. "I didn't mean to!" "Shameless!" Two voices sounded at the same time. Then there was a "pa!" sound, another crisp slap. Cheng covered his face and thought to himself: forget it, it's impossible to explain this to a woman, it's better to get up quickly. He raised his body and prepared to stand up, but his elbow hit the woman rider's rib, making a "creak" sound of bone friction. The woman's face turned pale and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even curse. Cheng scrambled to his feet, suddenly feeling a square object behind him. A backpack! He still had a sporty backpack on him! Cheng didn't care about the murderous gaze of the beautiful woman and quickly pulled the backpack to the front of his body, unzipping it and grabbing the items inside. In an instant, the conversation on the plane before departure echoed in his mind. "What would you bring if you traveled back in time? Only three items allowed." "First, I would bring a set of encyclopedias. Because wealth may depreciate, but knowledge won't. Then I would bring a Swiss army knife, the more functions the better. Third, I would bring a bag of glass marbles." Encyclopedias, Swiss army knives, and glass marbles, this was his answer for the best time travel tools, and it hasn't changed until now. The tools that the protagonists in novels and comics brought when they traveled through time were probably far more exaggerated than his, but what did this ordinary person have on him when his life was in danger, surrounded by half-beast people?
The backpack was not too big nor too small, containing three items: a miraculous rubber product - a dozen of ultra-thin safety condoms, advanced synthetic chemical fiber - two sets of erotic lingerie, and the perfect combination of modern electronic technology and human science - an electric massager.
"I'm flying to Shanghai today and will rest there for two days." His girlfriend's eyes were watery and emitting a charming shyness. "I haven't worn that lingerie set yet. Bring it over, and I'll wear it for you..." Fate is so absurd - those who want to travel through time couldn't, while those who never thought about it were left in this strange space-time. He didn't have the machine guns or knives he wanted, but instead, he had erotic lingerie, safety condoms, and a massager.
In front of him, a giant half-beast's hand reached for his neck. Its rough skin was covered with sharp, black, and hard fur. A dozen half-beasts completely blocked his way, and they were coming fiercely. He had no chance of breaking through.
Cheng glanced at the fiery female rider and slowly pulled up his backpack. He then took a deep breath and resigned himself, his mind echoing the self-questioning he had heard frequently lately.
Is he really willing to be an ordinary office worker? Is he willing to give up his dream of starting a business and getting rich, abandoning his ambition and living an unremarkable life? Is he genuinely content with this choice?
He had thought about this question many times before, but there was never a definitive answer. He hesitated repeatedly and kept thinking about it, but he could not come up with an answer.
However, at this moment, the answer was as clear as it could be. If God gave him another chance, he would undoubtedly choose to be a diligent office worker!