The world is vast, the fertile bloody battlefield, corpses are everywhere, and arrows are like locusts.

The two armies with similar clothing but distinctively separated were attacking each other. The wild grass that had just been drawn out was covered with layers of human corpses and horses, and were covered with dense arrows. From a distance, they looked like plump artemisiae.

The sky was filled with deafening shouts and killing sounds, the sound of weapons fighting each other; the sound of dong dong war drums that stirred the heart like a motor; and the rumbling sound of horse hooves that rolled by the first spring thunder...

This is the scene that Ma Han saw first after waking up.

Ancient battlefield! It's serious! Could it be... what the Kruber Group tried hard to seize was actually related to the time and space tunnel? That's why they gave me a right arm worth 700 million US dollars!

Ma Han slowly raised his right hand, stared at his fingers bent and clenched into fists. Although it was no longer a flesh-and-blooded hand wrapped under the high-intensity simulated skin, he could still feel the full and explosive power under the control of his nerves.

Hum? It was at this moment that Ma Han noticed that there was a person lying under his feet. It was not his fault for negligence. There were too many dead people lying on the battlefield, and there was no shortage of the one under his feet. The reason why he attracted his attention was that the armor on this man was covered with dense scales, and the shiny iron pole was also shiny, not like an ordinary officer. Moreover, the cause of his death was that a large piece of the iron pole was sunken on the top, as if he was hit hard by an iron stick as thick as a fist.

But Ma Han was surprised to find that there was a pinch of red tassel sticking to his right elbow's clothes. It seemed that there was a red tassel in the depression of the iron bag... Could it be that this man was actually used as a meat cushion when he fell from mid-air and hit the sky spirit cover and died?

Soon, a group of soldiers wearing armored soldiers opened their mouths wide and stunned for a moment when Ma Han adapted to the environment. They shouted like a ghost: "He... He killed the lord! He killed the lord!"

"Not good! General Qu is killed!"

"Kill this evil thief and avenge the Lord's Counsel!"

"The evil thief takes his life!"

Amid the messy roars, dozens of soldiers around him waved their swords and spears and rushed towards Ma Han, four of them were cavalry.

"I'm sorry, I'm right to kill people, but this is a battlefield. Either you kill me or I kill you, no matter what right or wrong. If you know what I've done before, you wouldn't have rushed to die like this."

Ma Han murmured to himself that his life was threatened, which turned the confusion in his eyes into violence. He quickly took off the big sword on the waist of General Qu, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, drew the sword out of the sheath. With a long roar, he used a fencing posture, whizzing, and stabbing five swords in a row, which was quick and incompetent.

The five soldiers who rushed over first covered their throats and fell down with horror.

Although Ma Han's sword was fast, it was not as fast as the attacking soldiers from five directions, but the opponent was completely out of time to resist. In fact, except for the first two soldiers caught off guard, starting from the third soldier, they blocked them with swords, spears and shields. The result was: the knife block was shaken away, die! The spear block broke, die! The shield block pierced, die!

No one can block a blow, and all weapons, in front of a kind of "absolute power", are as fragile and powerless as paper dough.

Five soldiers had just fallen, and one cavalry rushed to the front of him first. The cavalry held a three-foot long sword that looked like a samurai sword but was a straight blade - the Great Han Ring Head Sword. The blade was blue-gray, and the sharp blade was very bright, and faint blood-colored marks could be seen.

The cavalry presses the hand holding the knife behind the horse's neck, and the blade is like a branch, and the blade is facing outward. This way, there is no need to wield the knife. Just adjust the impact direction of the war horse and grasp the distance of the knife. The horse's speed will drive the long knife and cut off the enemy's head standing on the ground lightly. If the cutting part is well grasped, the blade will not even roll the mouth.

Ma Han tightened his lips, crossed his sword with his left hand, picked up a spear left by a soldier from the ground with his right hand, and suddenly stepped forward and stabbed it, pierced it into the neck of the war horse, and then lifted it heavily to the ground. The huge force made the war horse fall down, pressing one of the cavalry's legs tightly, making it difficult to move.

The cavalry was struggling in panic, and suddenly a cold neck became cold, the sword blade ruthlessly passing by, and blood splashed out.

Ma Han didn't even twitch his eyelids, and he waved his sword with his backhand and "doubled" to hold the second cavalry blade that rushed towards him. His feet "swished" backwards like a sudden brake, removing the impact force. He quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the cavalry's ankle, and swung it up and smashed it hard on the ground like a toy...

With every move, seven cavalry, infantry, and the last cavalry were killed, just like an adult throwing a baby, and the scene was thrilling. The other soldiers were so scared that they stopped, and two cavalrymen were shocked to retreat.

"This man is brave and cannot beat him. Send an arrow and shoot him to death!"

The person speaking was a soldier in his twenties with a strong face and sharp eyes. He was holding a large crossbow in his hand. The shihachiki arrow on the groove of the crossbow body was coldly aiming at Ma Han.

When Ma Han rolled on the ground, he had already added a leather shield in his hand.

Tighten! Puff!

The two sides were only twenty steps away, and the crossbow arrow was strong and penetrated the leather shield. The remaining momentum was not weak, and it hit the right forearm of Ma Han holding the shield. Surprisingly, the arrow that could break the armor and penetrate the shield actually flew to the ground. Ma Han didn't even frowned, and suddenly turned a big body and threw the Ge shield at the general.

The general of the army drew his sword urgently, his eyes surged, and shouted loudly, and slashed his sword. With a bang, the leather shield burst, the general of the army and his sword were shaking and rolling, falling into the soldiers' formation that was rushing like a tide, and he didn't know what he was trampled.

Ma Han knew very well that even if he was against the will of heaven and was in the chaos, if he did not withdraw in time, he would not be able to escape the end of his life.

While the enemy had not yet formed an encirclement, especially a dozen large crossbow soldiers were struggling to sit on the ground and use their waists to open the crossbow. Before they could make the target, Ma Han's body was tilted backwards, twisting his body in the air, hitting the enemy with his back, instantly overwhelming three or four crossbow soldiers.

The horse general inserted his sword back into his back, quickly picked up a large crossbow, grabbed a wooden arrow, and bit it in his mouth. He raised his right fingers and raised his hand to shoot a cavalry with an arrow. He then shot another cavalry with the same method.

The nearly a hundred cavalry and infantry half surrounded the storm, as if they had seen something incredible - it was really incredible, this was a crossbow! Not a crossbow, nor a crossbow.

"Wu Bei Zhi" records that "the crossbow is weak, the weak is sagging, and the strong is strong is sagging." The waist-length crossbow is the most laborious. When using it, sit on the ground and lay it flat in front of the crossbow. The left and right feet are supported into the crossbow, and the crossbow is slashed immediately, prying the waist hook, and hooking the crossbow string. Then use the power of the arms, feet, and waist to pull the crossbow string... In this way, the winding process has been completed. How can a strong crossbow with a big waist be straightened? Such a strong crossbow is pulled with his hands? With only two fingers, how strong is this person's strength?

"Shoot the arrow! Let the arrow!" A bloody general jumped out of the enemy, shouting with a halberd finger and Ma Han.

This guy was not trampled on, he was really lucky.

Ma Han's pupils shrank, and he clenched his sword and crossbow with his left and right hands. What should he do? Could he die just after crossing the road?

"Little brother, get on the horse!"

There was a sudden sound of hooves and a sound full of energy coming from behind.

Ma Han turned his head and saw a team of white horse cavalry coming, holding a strong bow and staring at the arrow. The person who spoke was the leader of a cavalry with a strong figure, armor and helmet, sword-like eyebrows and eyes.

The group of cavalrymen set their bows and arrows on the horse's back, aiming at the enemy surrounding the horse. When the horse jumped to the highest point, they stopped for a moment. At this moment, the bowstrings frequently sounded and the arrows were all fired. Although there were only dozens of arrows, they were as fast and fierce as hundreds of arrows shot.

The enemy crossbowmen screamed and fell to the ground one after another. The general's eyes were bloody and shouted for command, and he could not retreat.

The white horse rider stretched out his hand to Ma Han: "Little brother, get on the horse quickly."

Ma Han jumped onto the horse's back, and suddenly the strong wind stormed his body behind him. Ma Han didn't look back and waved his arms to hit him. When! A long sword with a curled blade was knocked away from a distance.

Dozens of feet behind him, the young military Hou held the hollow scabbard tightly in one hand and wiped the blood on his face with the other hand. He stared at Ma Han's back with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

These more than thirty white horse archers, led by the Wei general, sped all the way and fired arrows everywhere. The enemy troops escaped and even broke out.

Turning his head to look at the enemy troops who were gradually moving away, Ma Han felt relieved, and was quite depressed: "My brother is in his thirty years, and he has not been the boss for many years. I don't know if this white horse rider is thirty years old. Why do you call me a little brother? Is he not good at looking good or is there something wrong with my ears?"

...

Among the spacious and large tents that can accommodate dozens of people, Ma Han stood upright under the tent, with a row of civil and military generals and officials on both sides. He only recognized the white horse riding general standing at the last. Most of the generals looked at him with suspicion, after all, he appeared strange and had unknown origin. Only two people had friendly eyes, one was a white horse riding general, and the other was a civil servant in his early thirties with big ears, three long beards, and a gentle smile on his face.

A long case was placed in the middle of the tent. Behind the case was a heroic general who had just taken off his heavy armor. His eyebrows were very thick, like two iron brushes, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his eyes seemed to be pounding two balls of flames, his lips were tightly clumped, so that a beautiful beard under his chin was faintly lit like a hedgehog.

At this moment, the general was staring at a large crossbow placed on the table: the crossbow bow is five feet long, and the crossbow arm is three feet long, as thick as a child's arm; there is a bronze turret at the front end, a leather rope in the middle, a crossbow machine at the end, a mountain, a tooth machine, and a hanging knife. The crossbow string is strong and the bow force is as strong as five stones (equivalent to about three hundred kilograms today).

Suddenly, he stood up suddenly, grabbed a big sword on the desk, and slashed it hard. Crack! The big crossbow broke in response.

"It's this thing that kills my general and destroys me 'white horse'! My brothers and feet, my eight hundred sons! My three thousand sons!" The general threw his sword on the ground, whistling to the sky.

"Lord, take care of me!" The Chinese and Chinese military men in the big tent put their sleeves together and raised their arms, bowed their heads and prayed with respect.

Ma Han was originally standing still, but saw the white horse riding general standing beside him constantly winking at him, so he learned to everyone's movements, clasped his fists mechanically, and slowly bowed down.

At this time, the official from the big ear said, "Ming Gong, fortunately, a strange soldier from heaven came from heaven to kill the thief and relieve our army's difficulties. This is a sign that God helps Ming Gong and protects our army. I hope Ming Gong will revive his power and fight for the three armies, and then fight against the Yuan army."

"Please revive your power and strive for strength, inspire the three armies, and then compete with Yuan's army!"

There was a burst of passion in the big tent.

The defeated army needs to revive its morale the most. Everyone in the tent, from generals to bookkeepers, knows this.

The general nodded, his face cleared a little, staring at the big sword in his hand, the blade shone coldly, which was bright and visible to others. The sword grid was engraved with four-character inscriptions: Qu's Hundred Refinings.

"It's really Qu Zhe's sword, very good." The general's eyes finally turned to Ma Han under the tent. His strong and majestic figure and heroic face made the general nod repeatedly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I finally saw me, right?" Ma Han suppressed his displeasure and said respectfully, "My name is Ma Han, a native of Julu. Because he was forced to be conscripted into the army by Qu Bids, his father was seriously ill, so he died of anxiety. I hate him deeply and must kill Qu Bids and then. Today, taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two armies, he attacked and killed him with the help of Qu Bids' guards."

Ma Han had already thought about this reason on the way when he came, so he made a green scarf to wrap his short hair, and borrowed a suit from the white horse rider to put it on to cover up his modern camouflage uniform that was ragged but completely different from the ancient clothes. It was said that he was a Julu man because he was a Julu man from Hebei in later generations. As for whom the enemy general was killed, he didn't know, he would be wrong to call Qu thief anyway.

As soon as Ma Han made this reason, a civil servant immediately said: "The lord clearly understands that this person is against the lord and has a fierce look. If he is not a good son, he should not stay in the army. Please give him a reward and then ask him to leave on his own."

Another person with great ears said: "The Chief Secretary Guan is such a bad word. The Qu family forced the young and strong man to kill his father. This is an irreconcilable hatred. This hero endured the opportunity and killed the enemy with his hands. This made him avenge him with a sharp hatred and avenged his army with one arrow. What's wrong with this? Our Han ruled the world with filial piety. This move should only be praised and not be ruled. This hero successfully attacked and killed the Qu thief among the thousands of troops. He was agile and smart and courageous. How could Ming Gong miss such a talent?"

The generals in the tent nodded repeatedly, saying, "Liu Sima's words are reasonable."

The general pondered for a moment, as if he had made a decision, and asked, "Ma Han, do you have any words?"

When Ma Han thought about it, it seemed that in ancient times, there were both famous and word-made characters. Since this was the case, he might as well follow the local customs and answered immediately: "Ma Han has the word - Jinglong."

Jinglong is the nickname of Ma Han when he fought all over Chinatown, and it is also good to use it as a word.

"The horse is shocked, good at being awesome." The word "Horseman Jinglong" shows that this person is not a vulgar man in the countryside, and can be promoted with confidence. The general attacked the case and said, "The righteous man from Julu, Ma Han, killed the general under Yuan Shao's tent. He made his first contribution to this battle. He rewarded 50,000 yuan, ten pieces of silk and cloth, ten jars of wine, twenty cattle and sheep, fifty acres of land, the first place of the house, ten slaves served, and four-level titles were awarded. The main team of the scout Qu Yitun led the team."

When Ma Han walked out of the camp, he was still a little dizzy—not because of these rewards, but because he finally knew—

"Yuan Shao! Qu Yi! It turns out that I came to the Three Kingdoms era at the end of the Han Dynasty. Then, the general just now should be..."

"Little brother, it's really good. I've received so many rewards. But this is what you deserve, hahaha!" The sound of a white horse rider came from behind, and the bang sound of slapping Ma Han's shoulder.

Ma Han looked back and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your kindness to save me, well, this set of clothes."

The White Horse Rider laughed and then folded his fists and returned: "No, I should thank me! I thank you for the old brother Changshan and the brothers of Baima Yicong. If you hadn't killed Qu Yi, Baima Yicong would have died more, and the brothers I brought from Changshan would be in danger. If so, what would I have to see their hometown parents again? If you saved my brother, you saved me."

Ma Han had a great affection for the white horse rider and smiled and said, "Since that's the case, even if we don't have a good relationship, I hope my brother will give you more advice in the future."

The white horse rider smiled and said, "I dare not give advice. If you have any questions, please come to Yicongying and find me. Just report my name."

"The brother's name is..."
Chapter completed!