Trickster Hunter

Chapter 293 Chang’an?

For heavy cavalry, once they stall during the formation, the outcome will undoubtedly be fatal.

The same goes for Xuanjia Xiaoqi.

Countless monsters rushed towards the Xuanjia Xiaoqi without fear of death, using their own bodies to stop the momentum of the war horses - the spears of several Xuanjia Xiaoqi were skewered like skewers of candied haws. Seven or eight strange things, mounted on the chest of the war horse The collision corners were also covered with minced meat, viscera and intestines. However, as long as their speed slowed down slightly, many monsters would immediately jump on the horses and cavalry, attacking with teeth and claws. He tried his best to drag the cavalry off their horses.

The standard armor of Xuanjia Xiaoqi has locks connected to the saddle on the inside of the crotch protector and leg armor. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a person to be pulled off the horse... but the brute force of the strange thing is too amazing. , the bodies of many cavalrymen were torn apart from top to bottom—the two legs were still hanging on both sides of the saddle, but the entire upper body was torn off, and the messy flesh and blood almost covered the entire battlefield.

Ye Jiu's breathing also became heavier.

An unspeakable desire to kill gradually grew and spread in his heart.

A strange creature with four arms, twisted facial features, and ulcerated skin suddenly jumped up high. Its barbed nails directly hooked the bulges on the "killing" shoulder armor, and the entire body was covered with blood. It hung on Ye Jiu's side, and in the next second, its other hand grabbed Ye Jiu's facade, and its nails as sharp as daggers pierced directly into the peephole on the mask.

"Start!"

Ye Jiu roared in a low voice, and sent the Zhanshuang in his hand back into the chest of the strange creature. The biting cold air immediately froze the entire creature into an ice sculpture.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Jiu swung Zhanshuang upwards, and the strange ice sculpture fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, leaving only a pale palm still hanging on Zhanfa's shoulder armor.

The black armor knights in front of Ye Jiu were almost exhausted, and some surviving cavalry were forced to dismount and fight on foot after losing speed... However, the armors on these black armor knights did not seem to be trick equipment, at least not like "killing". "A piece of equipment whose performance is comparable to that of power armor.

In infantry combat, the heavy armor of more than a hundred kilograms on these cavalrymen not only failed to provide them with superhuman mobility, but also became a burden to the cavalrymen. They could only keep waving the weapons in their hands and chop down the monsters that came forward one by one - until they fell from exhaustion or were overwhelmed by the monsters one after another.

Ye Jiu didn't know whether he was lucky or for some other reason. His horse was always charging at high speed. He didn't even need to do anything. The horns and hook blades hanging on the vest had already harvested them for him. Killed the lives of many strange creatures.

He and the war horse under his crotch have been dyed colorfully - the blood of these monsters has many colors, among which green, red and black are the most common, and the blood splashed by some monsters will look like Burns like gasoline. Ye Jiu watched with his own eyes as a black armor knight stained with this kind of blood gradually turned into a flaming man during the charge, and finally crashed into a battle group with the densest concentration of monsters.

"Why are there so many weird things...where do these weird things come from?" Ye Jiu was full of doubts.

He was not only curious about the origins of these strange objects, but also curious about why these battles were not recorded by historians during the Tang Dynasty; and later archaeologists have never discovered such ancient battlefields.

Regardless of the outcome of the current battle, from a macro perspective, the final winner of the war between the Tang Dynasty Empire and the monsters must be the Tang Dynasty Empire.

Otherwise, Guo Zuo of the prosperous Tang Empire should have stopped during the period of Emperor Zhenguan.

But why didn't the historians of the prosperous Tang Empire record the war between the Black Armor Knights and the Creatures?

According to the character of Emperor Zhenguan, who was very happy with his achievements, there is no reason why he should not leave such a colorful event in the history books.

Just as Ye Jiu flashed around, he found that he had rushed over a steep hillside and penetrated the entire formation of the monsters - if the monsters rushing over the mountains and fields could be said to have formations.

Ye Jiu looked back and saw that there was no Black Armored Knight following behind him - the thousands of Black Armored Knights were completely trapped in the circle of strange things. They rushed left and right, but they were still unable to break out of the encirclement.

They are like a floating black island in a sea of ​​strange things, but the area of ​​this island is constantly shrinking.

The numerical gap between the two sides is really too great. Ye Jiu roughly estimated that there are more than 100,000 monsters on this battlefield, and they are not afraid of death at all - not only that, compared to ordinary humans Infantry, although they do not have unified command and military formation, their individual strength and various abilities that are far stronger than ordinary humans make their overall strength far exceed that of an infantry army of 100,000 people.

If the Black Armored Cavalry faced a human army of 100,000 people, they might be able to kill through the enemy's military formation with a high probability, and even go back and forth several times... But facing these monsters, defeat is only a matter of time. Just a problem.

All the monsters rushed forward and surrounded the remaining hundreds of black armor knights, but none of the monsters noticed Ye Jiu, a lone breakout... It was as if they couldn't see it at all. Same as him.

Although Ye Jiu feels that it is shameful to be a deserter, after all, he is not a real black armor knight, nor is he a citizen of the prosperous Tang Empire who lived more than a thousand years ago... Besides, this battle is most likely just stored in the killing field. A memory in... Ye Jiu did not stay where he was, but directly slapped the horse on the back, driving the horse to continue forward.

The life and death of Xuan Jia Xiaoqi has nothing to do with him. He just wants to find a way to leave here.

The sound of fighting behind him gradually faded away, and Ye Jiu climbed over a small hillside again, and an empty deserted city appeared in his field of vision.

Looking down from the hillside, the buildings in the city are extremely dilapidated. It seems that it has experienced a killing and looting not long ago. Large black stains that look like blood can be seen everywhere on the streets. The flags on the city wall are twisted and twisted. The gatehouse seems to have been burned by fire. Large areas of masonry were smoked black.

"This city was just massacred by those monsters?" Ye Jiu's eyes twitched, "No, no...it wasn't massacred. Those hundreds of thousands of monsters just now are the residents of the entire city! "

Ye Jiu has played many highly realistic simulated war games, and is very familiar with the scale and population of ancient cities. The permanent population that the city in front of him can accommodate, and the strange things that just filled the mountains and plains... From a quantitative point of view, it is completely Can match the number.

"In other words, the entire city's residents...have turned into monsters?"

Ye Jiu's heart moved and he urged his war horse to rush forward.

The plaque on the city gate tower was severely damaged. Looking at it from a distance, it was impossible to see clearly what words were written on it.

There were not many cities with a population of more than 100,000 during the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Ye Jiu could name almost every city with a population of 100,000. In later generations, these cities have basically become strategic hubs in various regions of Xiazhou Continent. They are either the capitals of various provinces or states, or they are political, cultural and military centers that are as important as capitals.

With the sound of horses' hooves treading on the frozen soil, Ye Jiu approached the city. He looked up and saw two faintly distinguishable regular script fonts on the plaque...

"An...yuan?!" Ye Jiu was suddenly startled, "Is this the Anyuan Gate?!"

There was only one city in the prosperous Tang Empire with Anyuan Gate, and that was the capital of the prosperous Tang Empire: Chang'an!

Is this Chang'an City?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Just talking about the size of the city, Ye Jiu could definitely say that the city in front of him was definitely not Chang'an!

For cities with more than 100,000 people, one hundred thousand and one people are counted as one city; nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people are also counted as one city.

The population of Chang'an City is one digit more than one hundred thousand.

According to various historical documents and modern archaeological research, the 108 square meters of Chang'an City in the prosperous Tang Empire could accommodate a population of more than one million!

The city in front of us can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people...but one million, even if the streets are full of people, may not be able to fit in.

"This city is definitely not Chang'an City... What's more, during the reign of Emperor Zhenguan, Chang'an City never fell..." Ye Jiu shook his head crazily.

But vaguely, he felt that the city in front of him seemed to have undergone some changes.

It was difficult for him to explain clearly what this change was, at least from a close distance, it was unlikely to be noticeable.

Ye Jiu had a bad premonition in his heart. He turned his horse's head and returned to the hillside again.

Looking back, he was shocked to find that the area of ​​​​the city was more than ten times larger than when he just saw it!

The familiar layout of the imperial city, the familiar nine vertical and nine horizontal lines of latitude and longitude, the familiar one hundred and eight squares... If it wasn't the eternally famous city of Chang'an, who could it be?

"I'll give it a try..." Ye Jiu murmured, "That's not the way to joke..."

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other side.

Sun Hang stopped.

He wasn't going to run away.

Escape suddenly seemed pointless to him.

Those crazy lines and patches of color kept surrounding him, and no matter how far he ran, he couldn't get rid of them.

They seemed to just want to chase Sun Hang and enjoy playing with their prey - they could hold Sun Hang under their paws at any time if they wanted.

"Fuck you, why should I run?"

Sun Hang put down the woman in his arms, and then gestured to the surroundings with his middle finger.

The next second, he swung his fist hard and punched the void in front of him.

A crisp sound like broken glass rang out. Even though Sun Hang took the initiative to close his hearing, the sound still penetrated into the dead silence - they forcefully tore open Sun Hang's originally sealed facial features and separated them. A noisy sound came in.

Sun Hang saw those strange things.

He saw a huge banyan tree with countless aerial roots hanging from its branches and leaves.

He saw a strange creature that kept changing its shape, sometimes turning into a suture of real creatures, and sometimes turning into something so abstract that even myths and legends could hardly describe it. Sometimes, it even turns directly into dissolved flesh and blood, squirming and flowing on the ground.

He saw a huge burning fireball, just like the sun - no, it was bigger and hotter than the sun... It was far away in the sky, but close in front of him. Everything around it burned, then was reborn from the ashes.

Then the process of burning and turning into ashes is repeated.

Just like the legendary Phoenix, Phoenix.

But in addition to birds, toads and slugs are also reincarnated in the flames.

He saw a whale bigger than an island swimming in the sky. The whale opened its huge mouth and swallowed a bright galaxy into its belly.

Only then did Sun Hang realize that he seemed to have been suspended in the air. He lowered his head and looked at his feet.

He saw a mess of land.

Modern reinforced concrete forests and primitive tribal buildings interspersed with each other. Next to the towering metal towers were huts made of thatched grass. Countless shadowy human figures were walking among them. Sometimes they crawled on all fours, sometimes stood up, but hunched their backs and limped.

When Sun Hang looked closely, he realized that these shadows were not human beings at all.

Instead, they were shadows that could be seen behind humans, representing various negative emotions.

Sun Hang's sight was suddenly attracted by something. When he focused his attention on the unknown thing, the thing began to slowly deform, and finally turned into three monkeys sitting on the pillar, looking up, facing Sun Hang.

"I knew it." Sun Hang was not too surprised.

When he lifted the sensory restrictions, he knew that the three monkeys were about to come to his door... But being able to see so many things before the three monkeys kicked him out, Sun Hang felt that he had completely "worth the price".

He felt that everything he saw seemed to hint at something, but he was not in a hurry to think about it... This kind of vague hint is the best. If Sun Hang guessed the answer directly, the three monkeys might forcibly erase his memory again.

Just like the last time in Qiujiawan.

Sun Hang still can't remember what the memory that the three monkeys erased was. He can only feel that there is a blank in his memory... It's like a row of neat teeth missing in the middle, which makes people uncomfortable.

The scene in front of him began to fade, but there was no more blank in his memory. He could still recall the bizarre things he had just seen... Although it was not very clear, at least he had not forgotten it completely.

Sun Hang made a decision in his heart. Perhaps it was time to start writing a diary.

"Who the hell writes a diary?" He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Sun Hang? Sun Hang!" Zhong Ling's voice gradually became clear. Sun Hang blinked hard and found that he was still standing there, holding the unconscious Wang Xiyi in his arms, and Zhong Ling was standing in front of him with an anxious look on his face.