Museum of Demons

When the weapons collided, there was a loud, heavy sound like thunder.

It seems that just by being nearby, the body will be torn apart by the aftermath of the shock, and it is true that all the soldiers and horses close to these two weapons were torn into pieces, even if it was only the remnant of the true spirit, it was the reflection of the heroes of the past, and it was not Common people can match.

Fan Kui took a few steps back, his hand holding the shield trembling uncontrollably.

As Liu Bang's strongest general, he has a similar style to Xiang Yu, but he will never be Xiang Yu's opponent, but at this moment, he, who does not need to take on the duty of guard, has completely let go of his restraints and can exert even stronger power .

But I can still feel the feeling of being suppressed purely in power.

Xiang Yu... Fan Kuai felt an instinctive feeling in his heart. In the era when he was running on the earth, the weight of this man overwhelmed everything. Perhaps in Pei Gong's heart, winning the world is the ultimate goal and real achievement, but In the eyes of generals, where in the world can there be a greater achievement than personally killing the Overlord of Western Chu?

He roared and fought Xiang Yu again.

At this moment, Xiang Yu's face was careless.

But the gun in his hand was heavy and domineering to an unbelievable level.

And the soldiers and horses brought by the ghosts brought by the two sides also began to strangle in this huge open area, and all the rest, whether they were ordinary monks or researchers, avoided this scene as if the ancient battlefield had reappeared. For the scene in front of me, fortunately, this place is big enough, as big as a battlefield where soldiers are ordered.

Otherwise, it's just the aftermath, and they can be involved and killed.

The ancient battle formations, the battle formations of the age of gods, are almost like huge strangling coils. Under the leadership of these two famous generals, these ordinary soldiers and soldiers seem to have been completely reborn. The momentum almost made everyone stunned.

A fierce tiger can lead soldiers like cattle and sheep to devour wolves.

And the true spirits of the two famous generals are fighting crazily in the center.

The two teams of monks and Yin soldiers had already rushed to the front of the 'Xianyang Palace', and the two golden men also joined Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai in the battle. At this moment, the front of the Xianyang Palace was almost empty. They rushed over, thinking It was time to open the gate of Xianyang Palace, but at this time, Wei Yuan and the other three happened to appear from near the palace gate.

The mechanism technique of the Mohists in the age of gods has already accommodated the ability to change directions in the formation.

The monks noticed the two young researchers and the old professor Dong Yuefeng.

But their hearts were cold, and they had no intention of keeping their hands. They drew out their weapons, and the two dark soldiers behind them formed a battle formation. When they rushed, they had the kind of determination and oppression that only famous generals would have. a feeling of.

Wei Yuan and Zhang Han let Dong Yuefeng hide near the entrance of the institution behind them.

Once there is a problem, the old professor can turn around and return to the inside of the agency, lower the gate, and keep everyone behind, Wei Yuan holds the hilt of the sword in his hand, the sound of the battlefield, blood, and weapons colliding into the wind, he took a breath, It was as if rough air had poured into his throat and lungs, making his blood boil slowly.

He thought of the past, holding the weapon in his hand, when the enemy was approaching, he suddenly drew his sword and discarded the scabbard. Violent thunder erupted violently.

The long sword slashed down heavily.

That group of fierce ghost soldiers and horses were cut through by his sword, but the sword in his hand has already torn a path, and Zhang Han is next to him. There is always only one essence of swordsmanship in battle formations. Believe it Your comrade-in-arms, trust him to defend you against a fatal blow, just as he trusts you.

The two swords were like two blizzards that swept across and spread violently.

When the rest of the monks and the ghost soldiers found out, there were already corpses lying on the ground, and the strong smell of blood made the place more like a battle formation. Wei Yuan's sword pierced through the monk's throat, from It can be pierced from the back of the neck, or it can directly pierce the heart of the ghost, breaking the soul.

Then there was a sharp piercing sound, Wei Yuan almost instinctively raised his sword and blocked it with the spine of his sword.

An arrow was blocked.

He took a step back, while Xiang Yu on the horse's back dropped his war bow, staring at Wei Yuan, as if recalling something, the famous horse's hooves under his crotch planed the ground, and his trembling mane seemed to be watching the sky and the day. lion.

Zhang Han's breathing has become short and panting.

He is just attached by his soul, the owner of this body is still an ordinary person.

Wei Yuan blocked the attacking weapon for him, Zhang Han took a step back, sighed and said:

It seems that the strength of this body can only do this.

I can't break his body.

He said: By the way, Yuan, how many soldiers and horses can you command?

Fighting alone and leading an army to fight are two completely different fields.

Wei Yuan replied, No more than three thousand people.

Zhang Han murmured a few times and said, Then, let me beat the drums for you.

Wei Yuan nodded, looked at Xiang Yu who was tightening the reins of Wu Zai in front of him, slowly exerted force on the palm holding the sword, straightened his back, exhaled and breathed, behind him, Zhang Han climbed up the wall of Xianyang Palace, struggling all over his body beat the drums of war.

The mighty sound of war drums almost exploded here.

Everyone was paying attention to the young man holding a sword in front of Xianyang Palace. In both camps, ghosts turned into soldiers and rushed towards Wei Yuan, while Xiang Yu and Fan Kui were stuck with each other. With the existence of the Great Qin Jinren, perhaps Fan Kui had already been defeated. Even so, after Wei Yuan appeared, the existence of Xiang Yu's true spirit was obvious and he became more and more serious.

The broken heavy gun stirred up the strong wind, and every time it fell, it seemed to smash through everything in front of it.

Fan Kuai gradually found it difficult to hold on.

Finally, Wu Hao let out a roar like a beast, and stood up. Xiang Yu's eyes seemed to be burning flames, and the broken gun in his hand swung out heavily. The two ghost captains were beheaded directly, and the remaining soul fragments were like fresh blood.

The two Daqin Jinren were also repelled by this heavy and domineering blow.

Wu Zai moved forward slowly, Xiang Yu's eyes were silent, and Fan Kuai's chin was picked up with his broken spear.

Fan Kuai was panting violently.

He knew that in the next moment, Xiang Yu's gun would mercilessly pierce his throat.

But returning to the eternal sleep again, today's experience was an accident that could never be repeated again, but he still regretted that the gap between himself and Xiang Yu was so huge, but when he closed his eyes and waited to die, Fan Kui's complexion suddenly changed .

This voice...

He said: There are troops marching!

He sits on the ground with the shield in his hand against the ground. When marching, he often puts the shield under his body. Being able to hear the sound of marching or digging the ground in this way is an ability that must be mastered when marching in the wild. But it's not the wild here.

In the army here, if there is no third party who uses the same method to exhaust the true spirit of the magic weapon, then there will only be one——

The sound almost fell, and everyone felt it. They heard the footsteps, and the footsteps were calm and calm. Perhaps, the footsteps were approaching from the very beginning, but they were overwhelmed by the sound of weapons colliding and fighting until they approached. It was only when they reached a certain range that they noticed it.

The voice came from behind them.

Xiang Yu raised his head.

Zhang Han beat the war drum heavily.

Suddenly let out a long whistle:

No clothes!

Same robes with the son!

After the long howl, there was a voice responding. The researchers' faces were pale but flushed with indescribable excitement. They heard it. Amidst the footsteps, it was clear that there was still a song coming.

No clothes? I'm in the same robe as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear. I have the same hatred as my son!

Is there no clothes? I have the same water with my son. Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with my son!

Is there no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi, repair my armored soldiers. Walk with me!

Those voices seemed to come from the distant past, as if they were coming from behind. The singers were out of tune, with local slang, and even indistinguishable voices, but mixed together, no one could laugh at them.

There was such pride and grand ideals in that voice.

They turned their heads stiffly and saw a mass of people. They held their long swords obliquely and stepped forward step by step. They saw the black-colored Great Qin battle flag suddenly unfurled, and the mysterious bird-like bird with wings fluttering above it. texture.

Fan Kui's complexion changed slightly, and he took advantage of time to back away abruptly, avoiding Xiang Yu's spear. Xiang Yu subconsciously pushed forward the spear, but forgot that his own spear had been broken. A bloodstain.

Fan Kuai returned to those ghost soldiers and wanted to form an formation again.

Zhang Han beat the war drum heavily.

It was an extremely passionate first beat, followed by a burst of drumbeats.

The Qin army, revived by the terracotta warriors and the drums of the Xianyang Palace, took a sudden step forward.

He took off his war bow, half-kneeled on the ground, and shot a volley with his bow.

Fan Kui raised his shield subconsciously, and after the arrow rain covering the sky and the earth for an instant, Fan Kui's whole body was surrounded by dense arrows forming an arrow circle, not only Fan Kui, but the rest of the people also found themselves surrounded by arrows.

Fan Kuai put down his shield stiffly.

Control the army with the sound of drums.

The person who beats the drum must be a famous general in the world!

Then the ground began to tremble, and those Qin soldiers who appeared in some unknown way retreated indifferently.

A road was diverted from the middle, and then the sound of thunder approached, and then he rushed out. Fan Kuai's pupils shrank. This was the sound of cavalry. Pei Gong once subdued Li Bi and Luo Jia, trained cavalry for the Han army, and made many military exploits. , and these two are just ordinary Daqin knights.

Qin occupied the fortress, far away from the Xiongnu, and once conquered Lord Yiqu.

They have no shortage of horses!

The request of the Daqin cavalry flashed in Fan Kui's mind.

The method of choosing a knight is to choose a knight under forty, with a length of more than seven feet and five inches, who is strong, agile, and unsurpassed; able to ride, shoot, shoot, front, back, left, and right, move forward and backward, cross ditches, climb hills, take risks and obstacles, and overcome great swamps. Those who relax strong enemies and disrupt the masses are called warriors of martial arts, and they must be generous.

In the thunderous sound, the cavalrymen of the Great Qin who were far away from the Huns appeared. Even Fan Kuai, who had seen these existences before, clenched his weapons tightly. The rest of the modern monks and researchers all backed away in a daze. A creation of the Chinese era, the tall war horses are almost a head taller than ordinary war horses, and they are also more majestic.

They were wearing Qin ink armor that was at least three times thicker than the Great Qin Iron Armor. They were covered in ink-colored armor leaves. Only two eyes and noses were exposed from the pocket-shaped battle helmets. They carried the Great Qin War Crossbow on their backs. The ground is covered with armor, and the weapons used in the hands are all black spears. When such weapons are running at high speed, they have terrifying impact and penetrating power.

And when the speed of the war horses was slowed down, they still had the battle swords of the Great Qin on their waists. The yang of the Lantian produced jade, and the yin of the Lantian produced gold and iron. Being able to instantly kill the enemy, when such warriors appear on the battlefield in groups, they are the strongest force to harvest the enemy.

But after Wang Li died in battle, no one gathered the terrifying power of Qin.

Hundreds of knights galloped out, like a black cloud of death. Xiang Yu recalled the last twenty-eight knights who rushed to kill him, with a complex expression on his face. After the appearance of hundreds of knights, they immediately dispersed Come on, rush towards those monks who entered the imperial mausoleum with a special purpose.

Accompanied by Zhang Han's war drums and order cavalry, those monks who are more likely to obtain resources in modern times, but whose combat power is far less than that of the war years, were pierced through. Their spells hit the armor almost without any effect, and their flying swords Unable to tear apart the opponent's defense, the armor is obviously not an ordinary creation.

However, the blades of these knights easily tore and strangled those monks, like cold and ruthless machines.

Fear gripped everyone.

Those researchers looked terrified, while the remaining monks felt that their bodies hardly belonged to them.

The palm of the Taoist who granted the five thunders talisman trembled slightly.

Under the evil spirit of the military strategist, there is almost no way to use his already suppressed Taoism.

The blood brought fear, and amidst the sound of thundering horseshoes, a hundred elite warriors bypassed Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, separated in an arc, and finally gathered in front of Xianyang Palace. Xiang Yu held his gun and looked there, the old professor Dong Yuefeng's face was pale, his palms trembled, and the sound of Ben Lei exploded in his ears, making him almost faint.

Then the leading cavalry tightened the reins of their horses.

'He' stared at Wei Yuan, lowered his head and gave a slight salute, then spoke in a slow and deep voice.

Put armor on for the general.

promise!

The several knights who bypassed got off their horses, and one of them was pulling a spare horse, but this spare horse was a head taller than theirs, and there was a little pottery-like color left. , Opening it is a set of complicated ink-colored Qin Jia.

Wei Yuan untied his sword in silence.

He got on his horse, and the knights around him completed the armor for him. The armor of the age of the gods was covered, and every part was still intact. The parts of the armor collided. In the dead silence, the sound was chilling and loud. Finally, a black long spear was handed over. When he was in Wei Yuan's hands, he was sitting on a war horse, shrouded in black armor, as cold and majestic as a real Great Qin General.

Dong Yuefeng trembled all over and could hardly speak.

Wei Yuan looked at Ba Wang opposite him.

Overlord also looked at him.

Time has never forgiven us, we ran through history, fighting each other as enemies, and finally time passed, and we met here again.

And in a more distant position, the Qin army who was briefly revived by the Terracotta Warriors was silent.

Wei Yuan whispered in his heart: Same robe with Zi.

He arrogantly raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the sky. He pulled the reins, and the horse stepped gracefully. His clear voice became deep and majestic under the armor. Echoing in the dead silence of heaven and earth——

Great Qin Law, Article 7 of the Wartime Regulations! Your Majesty is asleep and has disappeared without a trace.

Today, General Yuan, who holds the halberd, has full power to take over the entire army.

All divisions of the legion, waiting for orders!

Except for the volley, the Daqin Army formation, which seemed to be dead, seemed to come to life at this moment.

They took a sudden step forward, their footsteps were heavy like thunder, and their palms thumped their chests heavily in response.

only!!!

I don't know how many voices gathered together, the roar of the Qin army's battle, and the sound of three shouts, like thunder.

The gun in Wei Yuan's hand was raised and pointed at Overlord Xiang Yu.

PS: Today's second update... I originally wanted to make a promise, but I checked, and the promise was not suitable.

Only, there is no doubt about the speed of response.

It seems that Nuo is the same as the superior, and Wei is the subordinate, so it is said that it is the origin of Wei Nuo Nuo.

Well, I'm happy.

To be honest, these days are just for today's wave.

In addition, the army of the Qin Dynasty had helmets, and among the terracotta warriors and horses there are tombs that specifically list armor and helmets.

That is to say.

It's just that the terracotta warriors and horses prefer military parades, and the military commanders are distinguished by their buns, so they don't have helmets.