At the same time, Jiang Fan breathed for a while, tried to recover his state, and then took out a chess piece and put it on the chessboard.

"Little Me!"

Zeng Pei glanced at Jiang Fan with slanted eyes, and most people would think that the chess players who played small games at the beginning were all field schools, but at Zeng Pei's level, they had a different opinion.

For example, the flow of Xiu Ce used by many people is not a method on the ground, but a unique method of taking advantage of the situation.

If you determine your opponent's style with one move, it's easy to fall into preconceived notions.

This is very disadvantageous for the game.

Thinking of this, Zeng Pei threw out a chess piece.

"Stars!"

Jiang Fan's heart was bright, and he occupied the star position from the beginning, which shows that Zeng Pei's plan is not small.

In the midst of anxiety, Jiang Fan also occupied a star position, ready to unfold the Huaxia Stream layout that he was best at.

"Huaxia Flow!"

Zeng Pei showed a hint of deep thought.

In today's chess world, Huaxia Flow is the most used layout by chess players.

This kind of layout is easy to learn and difficult to master, and the changes are complicated, if ordinary people use Zeng Pei, they won't care too much, but the momentum of this kid in front of him is very terrifying, so I am afraid that the chess strength is not low.

Such a person used Huaxia Stream, which means that this guy either wants to fight, or is very good at Huaxia Stream layout.

However, after a series of things, it can be seen that Jiang Fan is not the kind of person who likes to charge a big head, so it means that the second situation is the most likely.

"Good at Huaxia Flow? Eat me first! ”

As soon as Zeng Pei's heart moved, he occupied another star position.

"Cosmic flow?"

Jiang Fan hesitated, the origin of the cosmic flow and the country, this kind of layout is extremely difficult to master, and it is even more difficult than the Huaxia stream.

Because of this difficulty, in the real competition, there are very few chess players who choose the cosmic flow, but most of them are civilians.

And from the perspective of the law of this great instructor who played chess, it is obvious that he is professionally trained, and he is by no means a grassroots chess player among the people.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan looked at Zeng Pei, only to find that Zeng Pei was also looking at him, and his heart was shocked.

The momentum is subtle but not revealing, not angry and self-intimidating, and every move is like a leisurely walk, it seems that this is a vicious battle.

"This little guy is calm."

Seeing Jiang Fan's performance, Zeng Pei sneered in his heart, gently twisted a chess piece, and slowly fell.

Syllable......

When the chess pieces landed on the chessboard, a trace of blood mist suddenly floated around him, and in an instant, Jiang Fan was swept into a blood-colored world.

Rumble......

Da Da Da ......

Before Jiang Fan could react, there was the sound of gunfire around him.

Sou......

Suddenly, a stray bullet shuttled away, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on Jiang Fan's cheek.

"Battlefield?"

Jiang Fan was shocked, jumped and fled.

However, he slowed down, only to hear a tearing sound of air, and then he was thrown into the air.

Rumble......

At that moment, Jiang Fan's eyes were bright, and when he came to his senses, he didn't know how far he had flown away, and his mouth was full of dirt and the smell of blood.

"Where the hell is this?"

Jiang Fan was at a loss, this illusion space was too real, so real that people could hardly feel that this was actually an illusion.

This kind of real illusion is by no means like the kind of illusion that appears out of thin air, and it must be closely related to reality in some way.

The so-called illusion is generally divided into three types.

One is the scene type, the whole fantasy is a moving story library, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be involved in right and wrong.

For example, Jiang Fan, Su Yue, Feng Guimo and others are scene-based.

The other is the individual class, in which the strength of the individual player is infinitely enhanced.

For example, Taiyi, Motu, Xia Rou and others are individuals.

The last and most terrifying one is the hybrid class.

In other words, this kind of illusion combines the advantages of the scene class and the individual class, and there are almost no disadvantages.

In this category, among all the people encountered, only Huangfu Lianhua is a mixed class.

Generally speaking, scene classes are more powerful than individual classes.

Because the connection between scene and reality is much stronger than that of individual classes.

Of course, there are also some rebels in the individual class, such as Xiong Er and Ji Yi.

Needless to say, the mixed class is almost impossible to solve in the fantasy category.

Only a stronger force can force a breakthrough.

And it was this method that Ji Yi used at the beginning, so that the momentum was consumed too much in a certain period of time, which led to the success of the eldest sister's sneak attack.

Straight to the point.

From Zeng Pei's illusion performance, Jiang Fan immediately judged that Zeng Pei's illusion was the same scene illusion as him.

Judging from this, even if Zeng Pei has not personally experienced this battlefield, he has also been indirectly contacted.

Because of this, this extreme scene is reproduced in the imposing illusion.

"It's horrible!"

Jiang Fan felt a chill in his heart, no matter what the situation was, it could be seen that this Instructor Zeng was much more terrifying than he imagined.

There is a saying that there are two kinds of people in this world, one is ordinary people who have never seen a dead person, and the other is a Shura who has seen a dead person.

There is a world of difference between those who have seen the dead and those who have not.

When a person is often on the verge of life and death, he is indifferent to life.

This cold, deep in the bone marrow, is by no means indescribable in words.

Now, Jiang Fan has such a Shura in front of him.

"For the sake of peace in China, what have these people endured?"

In the sound of artillery fire, Jiang Fan seemed to see a tall figure.

Since ancient times, the military has been the last wall of the country's stability and prosperity.

For thousands of years, under the border gates, I don't know how many white bones, no one knows, no one knows.

It is their flesh and blood that have forged this prosperous and healthy country, and it is their blood that has given them an environment for these flowers to grow.

Although it has reached the era of peace, it is impossible for the border guards to live quietly, not only to defend the country, but also to fight some lawbreakers.

Their blood flowed on the earth in obscurity.

Jiang Fan was silent.

While they sit quietly in the school and enjoy life, somewhere in the border pass, they may still be under fire.

Soldiers, what they see is the Shura field that ordinary people dare not imagine.

Every life is gone, and they can only swallow it in their stomachs with blood and tears.

Speaking of which, they are not only Shura, but also the loveliest group of people in the world.

Jiang Fan touched a chess piece and never fell for a long time.

Not guilty, but respectful.

Although Instructor Zeng Pei's performance is very annoying, he must have shed blood and tears for the peace of this country.

At the same time, Zeng Pei was not far away and quietly watched Jiang Fan's reaction.

That year, on the border, the leader of a large drug cartel escaped, and for the sake of the national mission, Zeng Peizeng and more than 50 members of the special forces stopped the drug lords.

After a battle, Zeng Pei alone is still complete.

Many people are missing arms and legs, and some even have no bones.

The nightmare at that time often appeared in Zeng Pei's dreams.

To this day, Zeng Pei often wakes up from his dreams.

Everything was bloody, and blood stained the sky red, the earth red, everything in sight.

It is precisely in this way that Zeng Pei's momentum will become like this.

These are the deepest memories hidden in his heart.

"This guy ......"

Zeng Pei seemed to feel something, and looked directly at Jiang Fan's eyes, as if he wanted to see Jiang Fan through.

"Why don't you cry?"

Jiang Fan left a son.

"I am a soldier, and a soldier sheds blood without tears."

Zeng Pei firmly picked up a chess piece and put it on the chessboard.

"A soldier is a man, not a machine."

Jiang Fan fought Zeng Pei head-on.

"If we all cry, what will happen to the people behind us?"

For some reason, Zeng Pei was angry, Jiang Fan didn't understand, he didn't understand what a soldier was.

"Should we become an indifferent machine for the sake of the people? You must know that you were part of the people before. ”

Jiang Fan very much disagrees with Zeng Pei's idea, if it becomes an indifferent machine for the sake of the people, then what are the people?

In this world, no one is born to bear all this, and soldiers should also have the right to cry and the right to enjoy peace like ordinary people.

"Shut up, what do you know?"

Zeng Pei was furious and rushed towards Jiang Fan with a chess hand.

"yes, I don't know, but I know the past is over.

If those sacrificed comrades-in-arms saw you like this, would they be willing? Did they exchange their lives and blood for a Shura? ”

A silver-white surging tide gradually appeared on Jiang Fan's body.

"Shut up, shut up!"

Zeng Pei was furious, he was preached by a hairy boy, it was too hateful.