I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

"What's the noise? Why is it so noisy?" Zhang Mengyu had no idea where he fell. He just felt that there was a lot of noise and noise directly below him, and there was even a tinkling sound. It seemed that someone was having a fierce fight. fighting.

But because the speed of falling was so fast, Zhang Mengyu couldn't even see clearly what was going on.

"Oh!"

There was another feeling as if the bones were about to fall apart. If it were on the original battlefield, such a violent impact would have shattered a huge city.

But here, it was just a pit with a diameter of no more than 10 meters.

However, this huge impact seemed to have caused a very serious shock wave, and Zhang Mengyu also heard a burst of screams and panicked footsteps.

There are two groups of people surrounding this pit. Both groups of people have very close to human appearances, but the color of their skin, the shape of their facial features, and their body shapes are somewhat different from humans.

They wore different clothes. One side's clothes were mainly blue, and the other's clothes were mainly red. They held weapons and looked like two armies at war.

Zhang Mengyu actually ran directly to a battlefield where a fierce battle was breaking out!
The blue-armored man in front of him raised his weapon that looked like a spear and stabbed Zhang Mengyu in the chest. Zhang Mengwu reached out and grabbed it, and he felt a very powerful force!

Judging only from the strength, these people are not inferior to some ordinary extreme Tao realm experts. In this supreme world, such existences can almost only become existences similar to cannon fodder!
Seeing Zhang Mengyu actually catching this attack, both the blue-armored man and the red-armored man showed surprised expressions, as if this was something incredible.

The people in red armor around them were whispering, as if they were communicating something.

"Goudan, please translate for me quickly and look for the language system of this world. I don't understand it!"

[Dean, give me a little more time, I have found it and am translating it! 】

In order to protect himself at this time, Zhang Mengyu did not hesitate to use force. He kicked the blue-armored man away with a flying kick. "I told you that I was careless. Can you let me walk?" I don’t want to fight you!”

None of the men in blue armor still paid attention to Zhang Mengwu, and two more people slashed at Zhang Mengwu with their swords.

Being inexplicably involved in a fight, Zhang Mengyu was a little unhappy, "You are the ones forcing me now. I was just defending myself. The rest of you have to testify for me!"

Although Zhang Mengyu has killed many people, he is in a different place now. He doesn't know the rules of this society. Even if it is a battlefield, who knows if there will be a prison sentence for killing people here?
If he encounters some difficult situation, he doesn't want to know where his parents will bail him when he meets him for the first time many years later.

As if they had regarded Zhang Mengyu as one of their own, several men in red armor also rushed up, and the two sides suddenly started fighting again.

"Oh no! We smashed someone to death again!" Zhang Mengyu rubbed his waist and climbed up. He saw a soldier in blue lying under his body who had almost been smashed. It was obvious that there was no way to save him.

Zhang Mengyu raised his head and saw a large group of people surrounding the pit looking at him. Looking at the costumes and tense atmosphere of those people, and combined with the sounds of charging around him, Zhang Mengwu basically guessed where he was now. environment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't estimate the person who killed you," Zhang Mengyu said with a smile, "You continue to beat me, I won't disturb you anymore."

Zhang Mengyu didn't really want to cause trouble. He also planned to see if his parents were here and talk about old times and drink tea with his ancestors. How could he have time to pay attention to the fighting and killing of the forces in this world? kill?

But he ignored one thing. This place is a brand new world with a different cultural system and moral system. They don't even understand the meaning of the words of the paintings Zhang Menglong said, let alone understand what Zhang Menglong said. Meaning.

Because Zhang Mengyu smashed a blue-armored man to death, the other blue-armored men obviously regarded Zhang Mengyu as being with the group of red-armored men!
Even Zhang Mengyu saw some kindness in the eyes of those red armors.

Good guy, is the way these people judge whether they are enemies or friends so simple and crude?The group of blue-armored men suddenly shouted, raised their weapons and charged towards Zhang Mengyu.

"Hey, hey, hey, I told you I didn't mean it. I fell from the sky and there was nothing I could do if I hit someone. You didn't pay attention to the falling objects, so you can't blame me entirely?"

"No, you can't blame me at all. I am the object that fell from the sky. If you were hit on the head by a vase that fell from the sky, you definitely can't ask for compensation from the vase, right? You must find the person who threw the vase. Then who hit me? What about the ones left behind? They must be the rules of this world."

Zhang Mengyu pushed Lai Lai back while retreating. He didn't really want to have a conflict with these blue-armored men.

But those blue-armored people couldn't understand the words at all. In their opinion, if Zhang Mengyu smashed their people to death, then they were from the side of the red-armored people. In other words, they were their enemies. Since they were enemies, they should kill them. There must be no problem!
Zhang Mengyu retreated while fighting, and climbed out of the pit he was knocked out of. At this time, he also noticed that in this huge battlefield, in addition to two groups of people wearing armor, there seemed to be some people wearing very different clothes. , some of them were in ragged clothes and unkempt, and some looked a little cleaner, but they also had an expression of resignation on their faces.

They didn't have any weapons in their hands, but they still sprinted on this battlefield. Sometimes a few people joined hands and could directly hit some people wearing armor, and then killed them with their weapons.

The physical quality of these people is weaker than that of the armored men, but the difference is not particularly large. A dozen or so people can still barely kill one armored man.

Zhang Mengyu seems to be no stranger to this kind of person.

In the history of China, there were some armies that used prisoners of war or criminals or even slaves to fight in wars. If they obtained military exploits, the criminals could have their sentences reduced, and the slaves could regain their freedom. If they had accomplished military exploits, they could even be promoted to a higher rank.

Now it seems that those people are such characters.

It's just that their strength is too weak, and they basically just serve as cannon fodder among cannon fodder.

A man wearing tattered clothes but with red strips of cloth tied around his arms suddenly rushed up. He was so frightened that Zhang Menglong almost gave him a hard fight. He looked at Zhang Menglong Ababa, as if he wanted to say something, but Zhang Menglong couldn't understand it at all.

But judging from what he meant, it seemed that he wanted Zhang Mengyu to join him in a group fight against an injured man in blue armor.

When he saw Zhang Mengyu was unmoved, he picked up a weapon on the ground and rushed forward.

However, the skinny camel was bigger than the horse. Although the man in blue armor was stabbed by the weapon, it was stuck in the muscle before it penetrated very deep. Instead, he killed the unlucky guy in one go.

At this time, his eyes happened to fall on Zhang Mengyu, and he rushed towards him with a spear in hand.

In his opinion, Zhang Menglong is either a prisoner of war, or a prisoner or a slave. Under normal circumstances, prisoners will have some marks on their bodies. Zhang Menglong looks like he is wearing strange clothes, but his face is clean and clean. Eighty-nine percent of them are slaves!

However, the spear he stabbed was held firmly by Zhang Mengyu with one hand. Zhang Mengyu opened his palm towards him, and a Qigong wave condensed and formed in his hand.

"boom!"

A powerful burst of Qi spurted out from his palm, instantly knocking him away.

In the distance, a middle-aged man who was supervising the battle was suddenly attracted by this powerful energy, and the telescope-like device in his hand was immediately aimed at Zhang Mengyu.

"You actually defeated a private? There are such fierce slaves in our army?" (End of Chapter)