But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find any water.
Due to lack of water, his head was so muddy that he could hardly think.
My eyes can't see clearly either.
He looked around and could only see vague groups of light.
Some are big, some are small.
Sometimes, he would lean over curiously and want to touch, but found that his hand went directly through those light groups.
His ears were also a little weak and he couldn't hear anything.
This world is completely different from the one in my memory.
It became very strange and strange.
But Wei Guozhong didn't know what the specific differences were.
When he thought about it carefully, he was shocked to realize that his memory seemed to have disappeared.
He didn't know where he was, what he was doing, whether he had family or friends.
He doesn't even know.
But I always feel that there is something I have to do.
Besides looking for water, there are other things to do.
There are more important things than finding water to drink.
Extremely thirsty.
He sniffed and smelled the damp smell.
That's below.
Underfoot.
Wei Guozhong looked down and saw that it was completely dark and he couldn't see anything.
He knelt down, and the moist smell became stronger.
He was a little excited.
So he crawled on the ground, crawled on his hands and feet, and breathed in through his nose frantically.
Finally, I found the place with the most moisture.
Buried his whole face.
When he opened his mouth, he found that what entered his mouth was not water, but a thick paste.
There is some fishy smell, some rancid smell, and the smell of gunpowder.
But he can't control that much.
His thirst for water made him drink it without hesitation.
There was liquid sucked out of the paste.
Wei Guozhong swallowed hard.
He spat out the dried mixture, then grabbed a handful of the sticky substance and stuffed it into his mouth.
Finally, water entered the body.
But the feeling of thirst did not slow down, but became more serious.
Wei Guozhong didn't know what was wrong with his body, and he couldn't think about such a complicated problem.
He just put handfuls of the sticky stuff into his mouth.
Like a wild beast.
But the next moment.
There was a sound, like thunder, exploding in his ears.
"You don't have any clothes!"
How can I say that I have no clothes?
What does it mean to be without clothes? What does that mean?
Wei Guozhong didn't understand, but he vaguely felt that he had heard this sentence somewhere.
Where is it?
He started thinking again, and then his brain started to hurt again.
The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.
He put his head in his hands and scratched wildly.
Hysterical: "How can we say that we have no clothes? What does it mean that we don't have clothes!"
At this time.
There was a vibration on the ground.
Violent shaking.
The surrounding light groups seemed to sense something and began to move around.
Wei Guozhong didn't know what was happening. He became frightened and wanted to get up and run away.
But the next moment.
Something tapped him on the shoulder.
He was startled and trembled.
It's like being woken up suddenly by someone while sleeping.
The vision gradually became clearer.
He finally saw those light groups clearly.
There were silhouettes of people, some were missing arms, some were missing half of their faces, and some were missing parts of their legs.
Something broke into the memory, into the mind.
Wei Guozhong murmured, "How can we say no clothes? How can we say no clothes..."
Something rushed over.
That was a knight, wearing ancient armor and full of killing spirit.
The knight is very fast.
The horse's hoof splashed up soil mixed with minced meat, mud, and blood.
The ancient knight arrived in front of him in an instant.
Suddenly his upper body was pressed against the horse's back, and he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.
Wei Guozhong trembled all over.
Something suddenly broke into my mind, becoming clearer and clearer.
"You don't have any clothes!"
The nightmare is gone.
Countless memories flashed through my mind like a revolving door.
Wei Guozhong's body trembled and he suddenly raised his head, two flames lit up in his cloudy eyes.
That's a will-o'-the-wisp.
It is also anger, the fire of revenge.
My name is Wei Guozhong, and I am the commander of the Eighth Regiment of the First Division of the Huben Army of the Xuanwu Army of the Northern Army of Jiuzhou Kingdom.
This... is the burial ground.
This is the place where I and thousands of my comrades died in battle.
Wei Guozhong remembered who he was and the tragedy of the attack on the Boneyard Fortress that day.
He and his comrades were all dead.
Died in the hands of monsters.
Now, he has become a ghost.
There are actually ghosts in this world.
But why, when I think of those comrades who died in battle, I don’t feel heartache.
He lowered his head and realized that there was nothing in his chest.
His heart was swallowed by a demon king.
All the blood in the body was drained.
In front of the Bone Throne.
No wonder you are so thirsty.
Wei Guozhong supported his knees, stood up, and turned around.
"You don't have any clothes!"
He finally knew.
He thought of his subordinates and comrades-in-arms.
Then, with red eyes, he opened his voice and roared angrily:
"The Eighth Regiment of the First Division of Huben Army, gather! End!"
The roar flew close to the burial ground and traveled quickly.
This is the call to assemble.
wherever the sound passes.
A ghost named Hunhun suddenly trembled.
Then, they rushed towards us from all directions.
Two thousand eight hundred ghosts.
Standing in front of Wei Guozhong.
Assemble.
Wei Guozhong looked at these broken ghosts and those familiar faces.
Put your right hand on your empty chest.
"Here, you are here."
The third-level monk who died tragically in the Boneyard Fortress slowly turned around and looked at the huge fortress.
The will to fight is like fire and begins to burn.
"Follow me...attack!"
The eighth regiment, with 2,800 ghosts, charged again.
Just like in life, there is no turning back.
He was a comrade in arms during his lifetime.
After death, they are also the same robe.
How can I say that I have no clothes?
Be in the same robe as your son.
Wang Yuxingshi.
Repair my spear.
The Yin soldiers of ancient Qin are charging.
One hundred thousand atavists and warriors who died like Wei Guozhong and turned into ghosts are also gathering and charging.
In this devastated land.
In this burial ground.
Ten thousand ancient Qin Yin soldiers and cavalry are running wildly.
The ghosts of one hundred thousand contemporary soldiers are also running wild.
At this moment, no matter the past or present, no matter you or me.
We are all comrades-in-arms and fellow soldiers.
It is the existence that scares the most monsters and beasts in this world.
The edge of the burial ground.
Qingqiu put his hands on his back and was suspended in the air.
Look at the black army of Yin soldiers, like a black wave, rushing towards the hastily assembled army of monsters.
Monster beasts have never seen such an army.
In their impression, humans are fragile and need protection from steel vehicles.
Artillery shells and fighter planes are also needed to clear the way.
Instead of just relying on flesh and blood like now, you dare to charge.
Seven or eight third-level demon kings, eager to compete for success, took the lead in rushing forward.
Tens of thousands of monsters also charged.
After a while.
Suddenly a dark cloud came from the sky.
Those were not clouds, but thousands of black crossbow arrows.
The rain of arrows is as dense as locusts.
Falling silently.
The monsters don't care.
The fur and armor on their bodies can't even be penetrated by bullets, let alone such antique weapons.
However.
Those black crossbow arrows,
Pass through the monster's body without any hindrance.
The thick fur and hard armor are useless against these black crossbow arrows.
Then, the area where he was shot began to turn black and fester, turning into rotten flesh.
One by one, the monsters fell down while still running.
"this……"
"Avoid, fools, avoid these things!"
A demon king roared.
Then, there were waves of crossbow arrows.
Like the sickle of death, it harvests the lives of monsters.
However, the flight of the crossbow arrow takes time.
After tens of thousands of monsters died, the remaining monsters have discovered the pattern and determined the landing point of the crossbow arrows.
Then, avoid it in advance.
The charging formation of the monster army became a bit chaotic, and many monsters were even trampled into pulp by their own kind.
But this does not affect the overall situation.
Monsters have no formation at all.
Tens of thousands of monsters rushed over the mountains and plains.
Even if there are 110,000 Yin soldiers charging ahead.
But in their memories, the human army is very weak.
These people, without the protection of steel vehicles, are just a bunch of walking blood.
