"Captain, it's my turn."

  It turned out that the substitute had gotten up, and Lao Dao said to Cha Wenbin: "Mr. Cha, I never believe in fate, my fate is not controlled by those few stars in the sky, it's late, go rest."

  He looked at him, and his eyes seemed to have a hint of the shadow of himself who defied heaven back then. Ah, he had also been so unbelieving in fate: "Then I'll take my leave first."

  "What's with the captain?"

  "Stand up straight and mind your post!"

  "Yes." Watching the tall figure walk towards the tent, the soldier didn't dare say anything more. The nickname "Old Knife" was an idol for countless mercenaries, a honor earned through strength, and he had stood at the peak for too long. Everyone aspired to defeat Old Knife as their lifelong goal, but so far, no one had appeared.

  "Wait." The shift changer shouted.

  The old blade turned around and looked at this subordinate he had selected and trained from thousands of people, "Huh?"

  "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the talisman posted by Zhang Wenbin.

  The old man lifted up one corner of the tent and squatted down, then poked his head out again and said: "Like you, I'm also on sentry duty."

  Zhang Wenbin leaned against his head and stared at the ceiling, he had too many things to think about.

  At midnight, a crisp gunshot broke the tranquility of Wild Bull Gorge. Everyone rushed out of their tents at top speed. As soon as Cha Wenbin emerged, he heard Old Knife loudly scolding: "What are you doing! Are your eyes blind?!"

  "What's going on?" Cha Wenbin pushed away the crowd, the person who was in charge of the shift earlier had been kicked to the ground by Lao Dao, his face filled with a hint of fear, more so with trepidation.

  "Mr. Cha asked you something, speak!"

  The soldier said: "Just now, I saw a group of people and horses coming in from outside. They were holding various kinds of weapons, including spears and curved knives, and they were charging forward with flags raised. I got nervous and fired my gun, then you all came out."

  "Where is the man? Where is the horse?" Lao Dao looked very angry, but outside was empty and desolate with nothing in sight.

  At this time, Cha Wenbin found that the talisman paper was gone, and only a pile of ashes that had just been burned remained on the ground. "He didn't lie, we've encountered something we shouldn't have."

  "What is it?" Old Wang asked nervously.

  Zha Wenbin said, "It should be a troop of dead soldiers. It's not ruled out that this place was once an ancient battlefield. You've also mentioned before that Genghis Khan's army had been here, I think it must have been them."

  Lao Dao's face had already turned iron-green, and now that Wen Bin was speaking, he became even more furious, cursing: "Get back to sleep, let someone else take the watch."

  Zha Wenbin also said: "Let's all go to sleep, nothing will happen. It's like the Red Cliff area where people often see ancient armies fighting each other, but they never hurt anyone."

  That night after such a small episode, everyone went back to their own places. There were no abnormalities in the second half of the night. When dawn broke, they got up and replenished themselves before continuing on.

  Today's weather is better than yesterday, although the sun can't shine in this valley for the time being, but they just pray that it won't snow. This valley is either wide or narrow, but without exception, all four sides are filled with rock paintings, and according to Old Wang's judgment, the era of these paintings is getting closer and closer, because the lines of these paintings are also simpler and simpler.

  As the day went on, apart from the animals that continued to come and die, at noon they discovered human corpses for the first time.

  To be exact, it was just a skull, the body had long since gone who knows where, perhaps already completely buried under these high piles of animals.

  The skull has been completely weathered, and with a light pinch of fingers, it can become powdery. It's impossible to tell the specific era or ethnicity. This is the first "person" found, so Zhang Wenbin reminded everyone to be careful because according to legend, no one who enters here has ever come out. So, the discovery of the first corpse here means that danger is approaching.

  Next, they started to find more corpses, some were alone, some were in twos and threes, the most was eight corpses leaning against the stone wall by the side of the road, under their feet, they also found rusty weapons, Old Wang said that was a Mongolian knife.

  It was around five o'clock in the afternoon, and this wild bull ditch still showed no signs of ending. Cha Wenbin furrowed his brow and asked, "Are you sure we've reached the edge here?"

  Lao Dao stopped and replied, "Certain, if we go by the actual distance of the blank area, we should have crossed this Wild Ox Gorge an hour ago."

  "One hour?"

  "What I mean is the straight-line distance, without ruling out twists and turns in between. I think we should be able to get out before nightfall."

  An hour later, everyone had to turn on the lighting devices they carried with them, as it was already getting dark.

  Chaozi was somewhat annoyed and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Who was it that just said we could leave before dark?"

  The old man didn't say anything.

  Cha Wenbin looked up at the night sky and tried to find a star he could recognize among the few that were visible through the gaps, but tonight's cloud cover was too thick. He had no choice but to open his compass, only to discover that the needle had completely lost its spirit and wouldn't budge.

  "There is a very strong magnetic field here, no wonder you said those aerial photos were all blank."

  "What's to be done? Spend the night here?" Chaozi said.

  "We can't stay overnight, we have to hurry up and leave, the faster the better, let's go!" As he spoke, Cha Wenbin had already taken the lead in running. He had a bad premonition in his heart that it was very likely they would not be able to get out after walking in here.

  Two hours later, Old Wang was already in a state of walking and vomiting. He leaned on Chaozi's shoulder and said: "Can't do it, can't run anymore, if we keep running like this, we'll be exhausted to death, Wenbin, let us rest for a while before continuing."

  Cha Wenbin was no better off than him at this time, after all, there were still several soldiers with physical strength much better than ordinary people, but he gritted his teeth and said: "No way, we have to run, the sky still has clouds, we still have a chance."

  "What's going on?" Chaozi asked breathlessly.

  Cha Wenbin took a sip of water and said, "Tonight will see the appearance of the rare 'Huang Wu Shou Xin', but for now, it's temporarily blocked by clouds in the sky and we can't see it. If we wait until it appears, who knows what kind of unusual things will happen."

  Chaozi raised his head and glanced up, saying, "Clouds? There are no clouds! The stars in the sky have all come out, where are the clouds?"

  As soon as this was said, Cha Wenbin and Lao Dao almost simultaneously raised their heads and fixed their gaze on the west. A large red fireball, much larger than usual, like a burning ember, streaked across the sky, leaving behind a long trail that fell into the distance.

  "Wooo... wooo..." The sound of bugles came from somewhere, and everyone began to tense up and gather in a circle. Lao Dao and his warriors were already prepared for battle, and Cha Wenbin was tightly surrounded in the middle.

  "Boom, boom, boom", this is the sound of war drums. Then the ground starts to shake slightly, and a "dada" sound begins to grow from small to large.

  "This is the sound of horseshoes!" cried Zherlo, "There are no less than several thousand horses galloping towards us, hurry and get out of the way!" The child living on the grasslands immediately understood that this was the sound of thousands of horses thundering by.

  But all around are steep cliffs, and the open valley of Wild Bull Gorge offers no place to hide.

  Unfortunately, 3D movies did not exist in that era. What they saw next might have been the earliest 3D blockbuster in human history. Countless war horses carrying people wielding swords and shields began to charge from one end of Wild Bull Gorge, while at the other end, the same scene unfolded simultaneously.

  Where the iron cavalry arrived, the killing sound shook the sky. As soon as both sides came into contact, the intense collision sent the horses and men in front flying into the air instantly. The warriors behind showed no fear at all, like a tidal wave continuing to fiercely pound the enemy.

  This scene, we can only see in Zhang Yimou's movie, but now this scene is happening right next to them. The only difference is that the severed limbs haven't even fallen to the ground before they disappear.

  "It's a riot!" Zhang Wenbin was surrounded by the crowd, with cries of killing all around him. He wanted to tell everyone not to move rashly, but who could hear his voice now? Everyone was in chaos.

  It is unknown who fired the first shot, perhaps it was fear or perhaps it was chaos, in any case the gun went off.

  Modern weapons appeared on the ancient battlefield, and those who were just killing each other stopped their hands, focusing their eyes on this group of uninvited guests.

  For a moment, the cries of killing stopped, the drums stopped beating, leaving only the sound of horses' hooves and their rough breathing from their nostrils.

  "Everyone retreat!" Zhang Wenbin shouted loudly, then grabbed the few people in front of him and tried to shield them behind his own body. But they were soldiers, and a soldier's duty was to obey orders. Their order was to protect this stranger who had been blocked from view, and without Old Blade's command, who dared to retreat?

  The first to rush over was a Mongolian knight holding a curved knife, they could clearly see the stubble on his face and the gleaming curved knife in his hand.

  The gun barrels spitting fire were aimed at the horses and also at the people on horseback, but these crack shots found that their opponents had not been knocked down by the powerful modern weapons, but instead killed them instantly right in front of them.

  "With a flash of the Mongolian curved knife on a warrior's neck, his eyes suddenly turned dull and lifeless. Perhaps at this moment he thought: Is this how I'm going to die?"

  He reached out to touch his own neck, wanting to try the feeling of having his throat cut open with a knife, but he didn't feel any sticky blood, nor did he even feel a wound.

  "What? Nothing will happen, they can't hurt me?" The warrior shouted out in a somewhat surprised tone.

  "Shadow!" shouted Da Shan with a wide face; "Look at you, his shadow!"

  Zha Wenbin turned his head to take a look, and the shadows of all the people on the ground were stretched out long, but there was one person with their hand on their own shoulder, and there was one less head on that shoulder...

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