At this time, the boy had already woken up, listening to these things, his heart was rolling, but he did not want to open his eyes.

The memory of this body rolling, so familiar, evokes memories that have been lost for a long time.

Countless fragments of memory, including the past, the future, and the present, swarmed in until the last bloody light.

The body on the bed shook violently, and the boy subconsciously touched his neck, and the feeling of the sharp knife in his memory instantly cutting off his head was so vivid that he felt fear and tingling......

"Little official, are you awake?" Although the movement was small, it immediately alarmed a person, and he hurriedly leaned up and asked.

"Is He Zhong?" Although his consciousness was still floating in the darkness, and there was resistance from his bone marrow and memory, the current young man still reluctantly spoke.

"Little official!" Although the young man's words were very light, He Zhong still felt very happy.

When the petty officer was defeated, he fell off his horse, which was a big deal.

But now that he has woken up, it at least means that his situation has improved, and he can survive the mutiny, no matter how you say it, it is a gratifying thing.

"Stay guarded and wait for me to wake up tomorrow morning. The boy reluctantly commanded.

"Yes, little official!" He Zhong replied loudly.

When the boy said this, he sank into a coma again.

This is a long dream, the dream of his own name is Wang Shoutian, and later changed his name to Wang Hongde, this time it is a failed mutiny, the following is to rush to the city, and the deputy general converges, and then below, is the Jiedu envoy personally sent troops to repel the enemy army...... Countless memories keep flooding back.

The strange thing is that there are two memories, one is physical, the other is a broken and unwilling soul, and the strangest thing is that the two memories are the same at the beginning, both of them are this man named Wang Shoutian or Wang Hongde!

This memory is very real, but it is also very ridiculous, the memory of this body stays in the eleventh year of the Zhengzheng, while the memory of the soul below is in the twenty-ninth year of the Zhengzheng!

"Is it the legendary rebirth of eighteen years backwards? This native's body and soul really have a protagonist's life, but they were crushed and snatched away by the soul I crossed over?"

My body was sore, my head hurt, and it hurt as if it was about to crack...... In the haze, the spiritual light in the heart lit up, and countless memories were constantly reorganized, forming a new soul system.

The next moment, the consciousness fell into darkness again.

I don't know how much time passed, but when he woke up again, he finally woke up, the complicated memories had been completely archived, and various sounds came from outside.

The autumn wind in the early morning was somewhat chilly, and in the distance, the roars of some wild beasts could be faintly heard, and when they came out of the camp, they looked out and saw a few soldiers patrolling around the valley mouth, all of them looking listless.

Having survived the previous war, it is clear that victory does not belong to them.

"Oh, the dew is still so heavy in the morning. "A mountain man with a wound on his arm, who had been patrolling just now, was obviously tired at this time, and when he found a place, he sat down, and kept muttering.

"I don't know if I'll be able to go back alive. A somewhat older mountain man beside him sighed, his tone deep dejected.

"Don't think about it, we'll definitely be able to go back. The mountain people, who had been friends with the man, were busy talking on the side.

"For the past two days, we have been nesting in this valley, and I heard from the people who came back from the investigation that our army has been dispersed, and if we don't leave this ghost place, I'm really afraid that we won't be able to leave again. The speaker looked around and said in a low voice.

Originally, it was strictly forbidden to disseminate information in the army, but Wang Shoutian, who was 16 years old before, was not familiar with this set at all, so he naturally could not control the spread.

Rumors and sighs, as if they were infected, rang out one after another around them.

The chests of the mountain people are very dull, and the greed and desire for war exploits have long been beaten away by a series of defeats and deaths, and the desire for life has gradually overshadowed the others.

"Why don't we go back to the mountain?" said one person, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible: "We are not officers and soldiers, we just came out to fight for some food money, and now we can't even do the officers and soldiers themselves, so why should we die for them?"

"You have a point. ”

"But, are you leaving? Will they let us go?"

"What are you afraid of, it's a big deal to break up, we also have more than ten people, and now we are fighting, everyone is finished, are you afraid that they won't succeed?"

"Well, let's talk about it, shall we?"

"Let's talk about it. After saying that, several mountain people began to connect with their fellow villagers.

"Captain Wu, the situation is a little wrong. "The first thing I noticed was the bench.

The bench is the youngest in this team, but because it is a child of Langzhong's family, he has medical skills and is very observant.

"What did you find?" Outside the camp meadow, He Zhong, who was inspecting and worried, saw that the bench's face was a little ugly, his thick eyebrows frowned, and he asked.

"I went to the mountain people to change their medicine just now, and I found that they had moved, and I heard a few words, it seems that they want to be deserters!" The bench had a childish look of doubt on his face: "I think it's very possible!"

"We are the commander's soldiers, if they really dare to leave without obeying the order, they are not afraid of the marshal's anger?" said one of the men with a cold snort.

These people are all seventeen or eighteen years old, and they are villagers, no matter how they learn literature and martial arts, they are limited to qualifications, and now they only have such a level.

"What if they get out of the way?" The bench man was small, but he was very clever and thoughtful, and pointed out a possible surname: "If we really fall out with them, this place is a wilderness, and it is ...... after a great defeat."

He didn't finish his words, but the few people present were not stupid, and they understood as soon as they heard it.

"They dare!" said one man, who almost jumped when he heard this.

Several people glanced at each other, obviously lacking confidence.

In this kind of place, how many people have died, where to find out?

"Brother He, if that's the case, what should we do?" Another person glanced at the resting place of the mountain people, and asked with some anxiety, when it came to the urgency, these people only called "Brother He", not Wu Chang.

At this time, He Zhong, who had not spoken, sighed and said, "Then there is only a petty official!"

"Little official?" all snorted coldly.

"Brother He, why do you attach importance to him, what ability does he have, and what problems can he solve when he wakes up?"

When He Zhong heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head, and said in a low voice: "Don't say it, no matter what, he is the leader of this team, and many things can be done justifiably......

Listening to these words outside, the young man got up thoughtfully, sat up, and saw a long sword not far away, took it off casually, pressed it on the scabbard, and the long sword popped out with a "dang" sound.

Reflecting the light of the early morning, if you look closely, the sword is turquoise, and it is actually a high-grade long sword.

After playing for a moment, the boy showed a slight smile and his eyes were dark.

Some memories, extracted.

Sure enough, the soul of this indigenous body has returned to eighteen years ago, to the moment before falling out with the mountain people? Sure enough, even if he is a hero in history, it is not a matter of one moment, and this famous person, when he was a teenager, actually had many mistakes and regrets. The young man thought leisurely: "Now, it's all cheaper for me! I can't imagine that in the 21st century, I will teach myself and realize myself, and I will really cultivate the art of soul immortality and reincarnation!"

The young man smiled bitterly: "However, what kind of world is this, judging from memory, it is obviously not the earth, but it is very similar to the ancient Chinese civilization, is it a mirage?"

"No, absolutely not, I can clearly feel that this world is not a world of consciousness, at least the ternary structure has been determined. ”

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, he closed his eyes and meditated, trying to sense, but only then did he want to feel the aura of this world, and suddenly, his face changed greatly.

"What is this? Righteousness and righteousness have sealed off my senses?"

In the young man's meditation, in his body, a white qi swirled, and he actually firmly solidified his body, this was a talisman that was invincible to all evils, but the young man was not his original master, and he couldn't even command.

This, in turn, greatly constrained the teenagers.

"Damn, isn't this imprisoned in this body?" The young man was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Forget it, I used to be on the earth, in the era of the end of the law, and it was the same, at that time, I was able to teach myself to enlightenment, why can't I now?" But now that I have Wang Shoutian's body, I am subject to this, and I can only completely solve Wang Shoutian's belief. ”

This heroic righteousness is condensed by the belief of Wang Shoutian or Wang Hongde...... Compared to memory, this is its essence, what does it want to do?"

To solve the belief, one is to crack it by force, and the second is to complete the belief, both of which are the way of the king, and the other paths are difficult to completely solve.

Now that you can't crack it with force, you can only complete your faith.

The boy replayed his memories again, and countless memories flashed in his head like a marquee.

"The Han family is broken, and Shenzhou is in trouble, how can I be ashamed of my death!" A voice lingered for a long time, and with this voice, Haoran's righteous qi flowed slightly, emitting white light, and his body was also affected.

Sharp nails, piercing into the palm of his hand as he clenched his fist.

It hurts, it's the remnants of the body's instinct of will!

"Change the fate of Shenzhou, hey, this host is really a problem for me. The boy muttered, "Especially now, hum!"

In memory, now Wang Shoutian, just after the defeat, was carried out of the battlefield by He Zhong, and then rested in the small valley, and then later, Wang Shoutian separated from the vassal army of the mountain people, and brought people to gather among the deputy generals, and defended the city, and finally waited until the marshal personally led the army to counterattack.

This method can't be wrong, after all, for Wang Shoutian at that time, there was not much choice.

"Forget it, since I have obtained your body, I will inherit your will, and I am Wang Shoutian now. The young man said, almost involuntarily, an inexplicable feeling rose out of nowhere, this body shook violently, a tear, and slipped down his eyes.