Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 293 Chang'an?

For heavy cavalry, if they lose speed while breaking through the enemy lines, the outcome would undoubtedly be fatal.

The same goes for the Black Armor Cavalry.

Countless strange creatures fearlessly pounced on the black-armored cavalrymen and used their bodies to forcibly curb the momentum of the war horses - several black-armored cavalrymen had seven or eight strange creatures strung on their spears like candied haws, and the rams on the chests of the war horses were also covered with minced meat, internal organs and intestines. However, as long as their speed decreased slightly, many strange creatures would immediately jump onto the war horses and cavalrymen, attacking them with their teeth and claws, while desperately dragging the cavalrymen off their horses.

The standard armor of the Black Armor Cavalry had buckles connected to the saddle on the inside of the crotch guard and leg armor, so it was usually difficult to pull the entire person off the horse...but the brute force of the monster was too amazing, and many cavalrymen's bodies were torn apart - their legs were still hanging on both sides of the saddle, but the entire upper body was torn off, and the mess of flesh and blood almost covered the entire battlefield.

Ye Jiu's breathing also became heavy.

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

A strange creature with four arms, distorted facial features and festering skin suddenly jumped high. Its barbed nails directly hooked the protrusions on the "Killing" shoulder armor and hung its entire body on Ye Jiu's side. The next second, its other hand grabbed Ye Jiu's face, and its nails, sharp like daggers, poked directly into the peephole on the mask.

"Get off!"

Ye Jiu roared in a low voice, and sent the Frost-Cutting Sword in his hand into the chest of the monster. The biting cold air instantly froze the whole thing into an ice sculpture.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Jiu swung Zhan Shuang upwards, and the strange ice sculpture fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, leaving only a pale palm hanging on the shoulder armor of Shafa.

The Black Armored Cavalry in front of Ye Jiu were almost wiped out, and some of the surviving cavalry were forced to dismount and fight on foot after losing their speed... However, the armor on these Black Armored Cavalry did not seem to be strange weapon equipment, at least not strange weapon equipment like "Shafa" whose performance was comparable to that of power armor.

In infantry combat, the heavy armor weighing more than 100 kilograms on these cavalrymen not only failed to provide them with superhuman mobility, but also became a burden to the cavalrymen. They could only continue to wave their weapons and chop down the monsters that pounced on them one by one - until they fell down due to exhaustion or were overwhelmed by the monsters that continued to fall.

Ye Jiu didn't know whether he was lucky or for some other reason, his warhorse had been charging at high speed the entire time. He didn't even have to do anything, the ramming horns and hook blades hanging on his vest had already killed many monsters for him.

He and his horse had been dyed in a variety of colors - the blood of these monsters came in many colors, with green, red and black being the most common. The blood sprayed out by some monsters would burn like gasoline. Ye Jiu saw with his own eyes that a black-armored cavalryman stained with this blood gradually turned into a fire man during the charge, and finally crashed into a battle group where the monsters were most concentrated.

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

He was not only curious about the origins of these strange creatures, but also why these battles were not recorded by the historians of the prosperous Tang Dynasty; and later archaeologists had 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 Empire and the monsters will definitely be the Tang Empire.

Otherwise, the prosperity of the Tang Empire should have ended during the reign of Emperor Zhenguan.

But why didn't the historians of the prosperous Tang Empire record the war between the Black Armored Cavalry and the strange creatures?
Given Emperor Zhenguan's ambitious character, there is no reason why he should not be mentioned in such a significant way in history books.

Just as Ye Jiu was distracted, he found that he had rushed over a steep hillside and passed through the entire formation of monsters - if the monsters swarming all over the mountains and plains could be said to have a formation.

Ye Jiu looked back, and saw that there was no Black Armored Cavalryman following him - those thousands of Black Armored Cavalryman were completely trapped in the encirclement of the monsters. They rushed left and right, but could not break out.

They were like a floating black island in a sea of ​​strange creatures, but the area of ​​this island was constantly shrinking.

The number gap between the two sides was too great. Ye Jiu made a rough estimate and found that there were more than 100,000 monsters on the battlefield, and they were not afraid of death at all. Not only that, compared with ordinary human infantry, although they did not have a unified command and formation, their individual strength was far stronger than that of ordinary humans, and their various supernatural powers made their comprehensive strength far exceed that of an infantry of 100,000 people.

If the Black Armored Cavalry were facing a human army of 100,000 people, they might be able to kill their way through the enemy's formation, or even make it through several rounds... But facing these strange creatures, defeat is only a matter of time.

All the strange creatures rushed forward and surrounded the remaining hundreds of black-armored cavalrymen, but not a single one noticed Ye Jiu, a lone breakout attempter... it was as if they couldn't see him at all.

Although Ye Jiu felt that being a deserter was shameful, he was not a true Black Armored Cavalryman after all, nor was he a citizen of the prosperous Tang Empire who lived more than a thousand years ago... Besides, this battle was most likely just a memory stored in the killing... Ye Jiu did not stay where he was for long, but patted the horse's back and drove the warhorse forward.

The life or death of the Black Armor Cavalry had nothing to do with him; he just wanted to find a way to leave here.

The sounds of fighting behind him gradually faded away. Ye Jiu climbed over a small hill and a deserted city appeared in his sight.

Looking down from the hillside, the buildings in the city were extremely dilapidated, as if they had experienced a massacre and looting not long ago. Large black stains, suspected to be blood, could be seen everywhere on the streets. The flags on the city walls were crooked, the gate tower seemed to have been burned, and a large area of ​​bricks and stones were smoked black.

"This city was just massacred by those weird creatures?" Ye Jiu's eyes twitched, "No, that's not right...it wasn't massacred. Those hundreds of thousands of weird creatures just now were the residents of the entire city!"

Ye Jiu has played many highly realistic war simulation 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 monsters that were all over the mountains just now... in terms of quantity, they match perfectly.

"In other words, all the residents of this entire city... have turned into monsters?"

Ye Jiu's heart moved, and he urged his horse to charge forward.

The plaque on the city gate tower was severely damaged, and from a distance, you couldn't make out what was written on it.

During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, there were not many cities with a population of over 100,000. Ye Jiu could name almost every city with a population of 100,000. In later times, these cities basically became strategic hubs in various regions of the Xiazhou continent. They were either the capitals of provinces and states, or political, cultural and military centers that were as important as the capitals.

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves stepping on the frozen soil, Ye Jiu arrived at the foot of the city. He looked up and could vaguely distinguish two regular script characters on the plaque...

"An...Yuan?!" Ye Jiu was shocked. "Is this An Yuan Sect?!"

There was only one city in the Tang Empire with Anyuan Gate, and that was the capital of the Tang Empire: Chang'an!
Is this Chang'an City?
impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Judging from the size of the city alone, Ye Jiu could insist that the city in front of him was definitely not Chang'an City!
For cities with a population of more than 100,000, one with a population of 100,001 is counted as one city; and one with a population of 999,999 is also counted as one city.

The population of Chang'an City is one digit higher than the original 100,000.

According to various historical documents and modern archaeological research, the 108 wards in Chang'an City during the heyday of the Tang Empire could accommodate a population of definitely over one million!

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

"This city is definitely not Chang'an... Moreover, during the reign of Emperor Zhenguan, Chang'an City never fell..." Ye Jiu shook his head frantically. But vaguely, he felt that the city in front of him seemed to have changed a little.

It was difficult for him to explain the change. At least from a close distance, it was hard to notice the difference.

Ye Jiu had a bad feeling in his heart, so he turned his horse's head and returned to the hillside again.

Looking back, he was shocked to find that the area of ​​this city had expanded more than ten times compared to when he just saw it!
The familiar layout of the imperial city, the familiar nine vertical and nine horizontal longitude and latitude lines, the familiar 108 wards... who else could it be if not the famous city of Chang'an throughout the ages?

"Oh my god..." Ye Jiu muttered, "This is not the way to joke..."

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the other side.

Sun Hang stopped.

He wasn't going to run away.

It suddenly seemed to him that there was no point in running away.

Those crazy lines and blocks 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 the fun of playing with their prey - as long as they wanted, they could press Sun Hang under their claws at any time.

"Fuck you, why would I run?"

Sun Hang put the woman in his arms down and gave the middle finger to everyone around him.

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

A crisp sound like glass breaking was heard. Even though Sun Hang blocked his hearing, the sound still penetrated into the dead silence - it tore open Sun Hang's originally closed facial features and stuffed all kinds of noisy sounds in.

Sun Hang saw those strange creatures.

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

He saw a bizarre creature that kept changing its shape, sometimes turning into a combination of real creatures, and sometimes turning into something so abstract that even myths and legends could hardly describe it. Sometimes, it even turned directly into dissolved flesh and blood, wriggling 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 also close at hand. Everything around it was burning, and then reborn from the ashes.

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

Just like the legendary phoenix, Phoenix.

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

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

Only then did Sun Hang realize that he seemed to have been floating in mid-air. He lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

He saw a devastated land.

Modern reinforced concrete forests and primitive tribal buildings are interspersed with each other. Next to the towering metal towers are huts made of thatched grass. Countless shadowy human figures are moving among them, sometimes crawling on all fours, and sometimes standing up, but they are hunched over and limping.

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

Rather, they are shadows that can be seen behind humans, representing all kinds of negative emotions.

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

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

When he removed the restrictions on his senses, he knew that the three monkeys were about to come to him... However, Sun Hang felt that he had completely "got his money's worth" to be able to see so many things before the three monkeys kicked him out.

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

Just like last time in Qiujiawan.

Sun Hang still couldn't remember what memory the three apes had erased. He could only feel that a blank was left in his memory out of thin air... It was like a tooth was missing in the middle of a row of neat teeth, which was very uncomfortable.

The scene before my eyes began to fade gradually, but there was no longer a blank in my memory. I could still recall the bizarre things I had just seen... Although not very clear, at least I had not completely forgotten them.

Sun Hang made a secret decision in his heart, perhaps, it was time to start keeping a diary.

"Who the hell would write a diary if they were serious?" 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, while Zhong Ling was standing in front of him with an anxious look on his face.

(End of this chapter)