Nanzhan Buzhou, southern part of the Central Plains.

It's autumn and the weather is cold.

A tragic war has just passed, one side won a crushing victory, the other side suffered a heavy defeat, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not have the joy of victory, they looked numb, and supported each other back to the camp to rest.

On the battlefield, the black dirt was turned out, the withered yellow weeds were trampled, the bones were all over the field, and the blood flowed like rivers. In the camp, most of the remaining arrow towers have collapsed, and the remnants are burning with flames, and thick black smoke rises into the sky.

The walls of the camp were both inside and outside, and countless arrows were pierced into the earth and stuck in the walls.

The gate of the camp was open, and the debris was all over the ground, and the corpses of countless soldiers were piled up here, and countless mutilated weapons were placed in a mess, or inserted in the corpses and the earth, forming a cruel picture.

One can imagine what a terrible battle was experienced at the door.

The corpses stretched all the way inward, until the tents were scattered and thinned.

The auxiliaries were poorly armoured, dragging their spears tightly and picking through the pile of corpses. Recover armor and weapons and examine corpses.

The method of disposing of these corpses is very simple, remove the armor and recover the weapons.

If one of them is found alive, if the injury is too severe, they will make up for it. If the injury is not serious, it will look at both the enemy and the enemy, and the official rank of the opponent, depending on the situation.

Most of the auxiliaries were old and weak, and their arms holding their spears trembled.

It's not cold, it's scared.

They are not afraid of corpses, but of monsters.

On the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, it is very easy to give birth and attract monsters.

Every time tens of thousands of people are cleaned up on the battlefield, it is not uncommon for dozens or hundreds of people to die.

And in such hundreds of thousands of battlefields, how many monsters will appear, you can imagine, how many people will die, and even more so can be imagined.

In fact, hundreds of thousands of battlefields are simply difficult to clean. It is also for this reason that the order issued by the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was to clean the edge of the battlefield, recover the war equipment as much as possible, and drag back the corpses to be burned on the spot as much as possible.

A group of Guards rode horses and patrolled back and forth.

They are both overseeing and protecting.

Suddenly, the corpses flew up.

An elderly auxiliary soldier screamed and was thrown to the ground by a tall corpse.

The corpse frantically bit off the large piece of flesh from his neck and ripped open his chest.

The surrounding auxiliaries screamed in horror, brandished their spears, and stabbed into the corpses, pus and blood flowing down the barrels of their guns.

The corpse opened its mouth, revealing a mouth full of flesh.

With a roar, several auxiliaries were stunned, and they grabbed a corpse and threw it out, throwing them to the ground. Then the other hand grabbed the spear stuck in his stomach and hugged it, the barrel of the gun bent, and the remaining auxiliaries were thrown into the sky.

The group of guards noticed that something was wrong, and rushed over with their horses and whips.

The first few Kings officers threw their nooses around the tall corpse's neck, and then brushed past the corpse.

The other end of the lasso was tied to the horse, and after a few steps, the rope straightened, and the horse neighed and raised its hooves.

There was a loud bang, and the body was pulled to the ground.

This group of Imperial Guards was rushing out, flashing like a long knife in a pool of autumn water.

A line of blood appeared in the belly of the corpse, and the blood line was wide open, and the internal organs inside gushed out with pus and blood.

Like a leaky balloon, the corpse quickly dried up.

At this time, looking back, three of the auxiliaries had already died.

One was bitten to death, and his chest was dissected.

One was hit by a corpse with broken ribs and pierced the heart.

One was roared, and his liver and gall were broken.

All this is because this team of Royal Foresters came in time enough.

In the following time, there were constant clashes between youkai and armies.

Such a clash lasted until the evening, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the gong sounded, and the auxiliaries retreated.

A group of cavalry rushed out and fired a round of rockets into the battlefield before it was over.

Tonight, this army will rest for the night, and tomorrow morning, they will leave.

And this battlefield will become a place of death, until after a hundred years, all the corpses have turned to white bones, and most of the rampant monsters have dispersed, and there will be people again.

At night, the black wind howls.

On the battlefield, the demonic spirit soared into the sky, forming dark clouds and obscuring the stars and moon.

The flames that burned until night hunted, and outside the dim light of the fire, black shadows floated.

A bloodied arm stretched out from a pile of corpses next to a tent, grabbed a long knife, and pressed his five fingers, and under the bloodstain, the exposed skin was bloodless and pale.

In the cold wind, a tall figure stood up.

Rumble!

A heavy rain poured down, washing away the blood stains all over the ground and washing away the scattered flames.

On the second day, the weather cleared.

In the battlefield, the ground is muddy.

In front of a puddle, he sat cross-legged and looked at his reflection in the puddle.

He was eight feet long, tall, with ape arms and a bee waist, and a good figure. With messy long black hair and a pale face, the knife is as hard as a rock, but it can be regarded as dignified.

It's a pity that under the straight sword eyebrows, there are a pair of narrow eyes, which seem to be closed, almost narrowed into a slit, which makes his appearance discounted.

Wearing a broken fish-scale armor, he carried a waist knife around his waist, and wrapped a cowhide knife bag with a lancet tied to red and green silk, but now, the lancet has been used up, causing the entire cowhide knife bag to be empty.

The long knife stuck in the ground next to him was a long knife that was somewhat similar to the style of the Imperial Forest Army's broadsword, which belonged to a variant of the ritual knife.

The whole knife is six feet five long and weighs more than six catties.

The handle of the knife is one foot five long, the black rope is entwined, there is a ring head at one end, the iron ring is wrapped with a black ribbon, and a bell is wrapped on it, and the word "ghost cry" is written on the bell!!

At the other end of the hilt, a brass oval gauntlet with a finely carved texture resembles some kind of mysterious text.

Whether it is the handle or the handguard, it is the same as the instrument knife, and the real difference lies in the blade.

The blade is five feet long and is made of 100 steel. A one-foot copper blade stabilizes the blade and makes it easy to hold out of the sheath.

Then, the snow-white and mirror-like blade spit out from the copper blade, which was completely different from the straight edge of the instrument knife, but brought a touch of arc, and the whole blade was narrow and long, like a seedling in the field.

The style of this knife is called the Northwest Forbidden Army Broadsword, the original owner loves the knife, also known as Ghost Cry, referred to as the long knife.

"So, I'll call the ghost cry from now on. Looking at the word two on the bell, he said.

He originally had a name, called Luo Kai, but unfortunately since he escaped from hell, he can't use it.

This body also has a name, called Yang An, but unfortunately, it can't be used.

Otherwise, after a long time, he will become Yang An.

Moreover, Yang An is dead, and what remains in the world now is a corpse occupied by evil ghosts, a demon, a corpse demon.

Now, Devil May Cry is both a knife, a bell, and a demon.

Dingdingding......

There is wind, and the ghost cries silently.

There is no wind, and the ghost cries automatically.

The sound of the bell broke the Devil's crying musings, and he stood up, drew his long knife, and looked around.

In the distance to the left, an inhuman monster is churning over the remains.

It's a monster with a humanoid wolf head, don't get me wrong, he's not a werewolf, he's a wolf demon.

The wolf demon looked up and saw the ghost crying as well.

The four eyes are facing each other, a pair of narrow eyes are full of greed, and a pair of miserable white eyes are full of madness.

The moment they looked at each other, the sound of the bell stopped.

The ghost cried and smiled, turned around, the index finger of his right hand and his thumb were interlocked, and he held it close to the oval gauntlet, and the little finger of his left hand was bent and held close to the ring, his arms naturally drooped, and the tip of the knife was tilted towards the sky.

Ghost Cry doesn't know how to use swordsmanship, but this body knows how to do it, and it's very strong, otherwise it wouldn't be the sword-carrying guard next to the Great Song Kingdom.

The Great Song Dynasty, originally the largest country in Nanzhan Buzhou, is located on the south bank of the Great River, occupying the Central Plains, Bashu and Jiangnan.

Later, the war began. The Great Zhou and the Great Qin, who were crowded on the north bank of the Great River, suddenly crossed the Great River and attacked almost simultaneously on the east and west routes, and then, the kingdom was broken and defeated all the way.

This time, the Great Zhou army broke through the camp, and the monarch fled, and after the body was broken alone, he fought hard and fell to the ground from exhaustion, leaving a pile of corpses.

Yang An is not dead, but he is not far from death. When he was dying, Luo Kai took advantage of the weakness to enter, which led to the later ghost crying. Then, some sporadic memories were obtained.

These include knife skills, including how to fight, including some scattered things, including one's own identity and origin.