"This is a dream, this is not true, this is a dream, this is not true..."

Chen Guodong murmured to himself, closed his eyes suddenly, and opened them again. The morning glow emitted light without hesitation, and it hurt slightly on his eyes. In front of him was a wasteland that could not be seen, flat as if it was a tabletop, no trees were seen, only various low green plants swaying gently in the wind. There was a suffocating silence around, no insects, no sound of disturbing birds and beasts. There was only a lot of low and powerful breathing, as if thousands of people were exhaling in a low voice.

Just as this breathing sound, a shrill sound of trumpet suddenly broke through the world. Chen Guodong suddenly raised his head and looked straight ahead of the sound. Then his eyes suddenly became stiff, revealing a look of despair and helplessness.

Directly in front of him, on the horizon where the heaven and earth intersect in the distance, several white flags suddenly appeared, followed by a pointed helmet, followed by the face under the helmet, the war horses riding under the body and the body. Because of the distance, Chen Guodong could not see the facial features on the face, but he could see clearly the black leather armor they were wearing. Below their necks, they were wrapped in black leather armor, and even the war horses under their crotch were also covered with armor.

These soldiers on horseback were holding spears in their hands, and the tips of the gun made of metal flashed with a bitter cold light in the sun. From a distance, they looked like a forest made of spears. They were silently and slowly, pressing towards the place where Chen Guodong was.

There were so many armored soldiers riding horses, appearing continuously in the horizon, and then it seemed to have changed its formation again, forming one cavalry formation after another, and began to extend both sides of the wilderness, and soon covered the entire earth. Looking around, there were flags waving in the wind and knights holding spears, majestic and arrogant.

‘Bei Lu! They are the cavalry of the Bei Lu!’

A voice shouted in Chen Guodong's heart, full of fear, resentment and sadness. Then a trembling picture appeared in Chen Guodong's mind.

First, the huge waves rushing towards me, as if they were about to flatten myself! Then the picture quickly changed and became countless vests, waving their spears and sabers, shouting and rushing towards me! Then the ground quickly moved away and rushed towards me... Finally, there was a beautiful costume girl with beautiful eyebrows, blinking her big red eyes, looking at herself with affectionate feelings.

"This is not a dream, this is true, this is not a dream, it is true, this is time travel and rebirth, this is actually true, but this is unscientific..."

Chen Guodong was still muttering to himself, as if the most unscientific and incredible miracle in human history - soul travel, he actually encountered it!

"Who am I? Who am I..." he suddenly asked loudly.

"Erlang! Erlang, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly, this is the battlefield..." A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in Chen Guodong's ears.

Chen Guodong turned his head and saw a black and thin face, with a nose facing the sky and a pair of triangular eyes, all of which were worried and anxious.

"Erlang, don't scare me. If you have a few things, how can I explain to the officials?" This face spoke a loud Chinese to Chen Guodong with a strong accent. Chen Guodong couldn't remember which dialect it was, but he could understand it!

"Who am I? You said, who am I?" Chen Guodong spoke again, and the same voice was actually spoken.

The face twisted for a moment and sighed heavily, "You are Chen Dexing, the training officer of the Central Army of the Wurui Army of the Great Song Dynasty. His name is Qingzhi, a member of the Feng army of Anxi, Huaixi. He is a member of the ninth rank Chengxinlang. He is twenty years old. His birth date is the ninth day of the ninth lunar month of the second year of Jiaxi of the Great Song Dynasty..." This is not the first time he has said this in the past three days.

"What year is this?" Chen Guodong asked again.

"It was September of the sixth year of Baoyou in the Song Dynasty..."

"The sixth year of Baoyou in the Great Song Dynasty, that's..." Chen Guodong murmured in an inauspicious voice, "So, I really traveled through time! Why? Why is it me?"

"Erlang, wake up quickly, the war is about to go to a new day! You can't do this..." The face was so anxious that it almost started to cry.

At this moment, the dull drum sounded suddenly, and the dense spears that could be seen appearing in the sky again.

However, this time, the spear was not the soldiers who were riding vests, but infantry wearing black leather armor, which surged out from the gaps of the cavalry phalanx, and then arranged one tidy cemetery formation after another in the wilderness. If you look closely, you will find that these infantry did not hold spears, and some people held round shields and longbows. Military flags embroidered with Chinese characters were flying in front of these infantry phalanxes. Chen Guodong looked carefully for a while and found that there were traditional Chinese characters such as "Zhang", "Li", "Dong", "Yan", "Shi", and "Xiao".

'This is the Marquis of the Han army of the Northern Barbarians. It is the most hateful to help the evildoer!' A voice sounded in Chen Guodong's heart again, full of hatred. 'Kill them all, kill them all...'

"My sons, the Privy Councilor sent an order: Today's battle will be related to the world of the Song Dynasty. This Privy Councilor vows to live and perish with Yangzhou. I hope you will fight the enemy bravely! I will live up to the official family and live up to the people's support!" This time, several loud voices seemed to be shouting at the same time, probably conveying the orders of the Privy Counciloror. I don't know who this Privy Councilor was?

Chen Guodong's mind just turned to this point, a name that almost made his chin fall on the ground came to his mind. This name was Jia Sidao! The bachelor of Duanming Palace of the Song Dynasty, the assistant to the political affairs, the affairs of the Privy Council, the ambassador of the Lianghuai Pacification Ambassador, the governor of Yangzhou, and the founding Duke of Linhai County! It was Jia Sidao, the treacherous minister, Cricket Prime Minister who was ignorant in history books and ruined the Song Dynasty...

"The Lord of Privy Councilor has an order: Those who die in war today will be given a hundred coins of their sons!"

"No!" As if countless soldiers shouted in unison.

Chen Guodong looked around in a daze. As expected, there were countless soldiers wearing scales on his side, listing the same strict square formations. These square formations were composed of shield hands, spearmen, archers, divine arm archers and knife and axe. At the front were shield hands holding giant shields, and behind the shield were two rows of spearmen kneeling on one knee. Each spear was about four meters long on the mount of the shield, slightly upward and straight ahead. Behind the spearmen were three rows of archers, each with a step bow, and two boxes of feather arrows were hung on the belt. Behind the archers were three rows of crossbow soldiers, using the Divine Arm Bow, the most famous weapon of the Song Dynasty in later generations! Behind the Divine Arm Bow, there were a row of swords and axes who were pressing the formation. The ring-headed sword was shining coldly, slashing not only the barbarian bandits, but also the Great Song soldiers who escaped in the battle!

"The Privy Councilor has an order: Anyone who fails to retreat and fails to be ordered will be killed without mercy!"

"The Lord of the Privy Councilor has an order: to kill the head of the Northern Barbarians at one level, to turn one official, three level, two official officials, six level, three official officials, ten level, four official officials, fifteenth level... to the end of the Wugong Lang!"

"The Lord of the Privy Councilor has an order: to kill the head of the Northern Barbarian Han army at one level, reward the son of the Huizi for fifty stakes, three levels, one official, six levels, two official, ten levels, three official, and four official, fifteen levels... to the end of the Wugong Lang!"

"No!" On the battlefield, the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty shouted in unison. Obviously, the rewards offered by Jia Sidao were quite attractive.

Chen Guodong, Oh, it should be Chen Dexing who was also silenced at this time - he was originally a senior seaman of China Ocean Shipping Company in the 21st Century, the second mate of a Panama-type bulk carrier, definitely belonging to middle-aged people, successful careers and happy family. If it weren't for the tsunami that appeared out of thin air in the Bermuda Sea, he would have arrived at the Port of New Orleans in the United States of America. Now... whether he is willing to accept it or not, he has lived in this last days of the Southern Song Dynasty for three days, and he has also been on the battlefield in a daze.
Chapter completed!