Chapter 3 fuck you
When Zhang Shun was fished out of the water, he looked like a porcupine. He had more than a dozen arrows on his back and two on his chest, but he miraculously did not die. Because this guy didn't know why, he wore three layers of armor on his body. When everyone pulled down the armor with all his hands, he found that most of the arrows did not hurt people, only one or two pierced the skin, which was at most a minor injury.
"Who put the armor on the third brother? Did he really save his life?"
"Look, he tied himself to the side of the boat with a rope, probably because he was afraid that he would fall down?"
"What do you know? If it weren't for this rope, I'm afraid the third brother would have sunk to the bottom of the water long ago. Thanks to this, he was dragged here. Look, even if he is still in a coma, he is still holding the bow and arrow in his hand. The third brother is the third brother, and it's really amazing!"
Everyone talked all the time, but no one believed that Zhang Shun put on his armor because he was afraid of death. In their memory, this person was just a tough guy who didn't care about life and death. Everyone had times of weakness, but he would never have.
You should know that when we were about to leave, Zhang Shun once shouted in front of everyone, "I'm afraid of death, get out quickly. This time we brothers are going to die!" Most people regard him as their role model. Who would believe that such a person would be afraid of death? But why are you wearing so many layers of armor for not being afraid of death? Perhaps it is to make the idol in your heart continue to shine, so everyone is looking for reasons for each other, a reason that can convince themselves and others.
Zhang Shun was not hit hard. His coma was just because he was wearing too much, so he couldn't float in the water. He poured a lot of cold water and caused by a little cold. After a brief control of the water, Zhang Shun resumed his breathing.
A group of people gathered around him and called. After a while, Zhang Shun really opened his eyes. He first glanced at everyone with a puzzled look, then looked at Qingtian above his head, and then suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Is I dead?"
"San brother, you are not dead, you are still alive." Several people scrambled to answer, and smiles appeared on their faces. Will the person who could ask this sentence so easily be afraid of death? His doubts were further dispelled.
"So where is this place?" Zhang Shun's voice was still a little weak, but his confidence had already come back.
"This is under Xiangyang City. We rushed in overnight. Now that my elder brother has entered, we should open the door to welcome us into the city later."
Zhang Shun's eyes, which were a little confused, suddenly flashed. He struggled to raise his head and looked in the direction of Xiangyang. When the ancient black city wall appeared in his eyes, he suddenly sneered, and then said ferociously to the blue sky above his head: "This time you didn't kill me, then I will kill you next!" Everyone present completely calmed down. This was their third brother, Zhang Shun, who was not afraid of death.
"Yes, kill the Tartars!" But this time they were really wrong. Zhang Shun said this sentence not to the Tartars, but to God.
When Zhang Chao woke up last night, he suddenly found that he was in an extremely unfamiliar environment. Everything in front of him seemed to be filming a movie, or a rough costume film. Because there was no costume around him, what kind of broken crew is this? However, the remaining memories in this body soon emerged, and then he knew that he had actually traveled through time.
Zhang Chao didn't care about time travel itself. He just didn't expect that such a thing would happen, and it would happen to him. The only regret is that he couldn't tell those friends about it, but he had no friends either. Time travel is a good thing, at least that's what he thinks, he can live again, and there are more knowledge and insights than others. You can get rich by just waving your golden fingers, or even establish a new country. If you shake your shoulders, you will have a lot of beauties thrown into your arms. For a person who has been living at the bottom for many years, this is heaven. But he soon found that the time, place, and characters he traveled through were too sad.
In March of the eighth year of Xianchun, there was a battle in Xiangyang, and Zhang Shun. When these numbers were connected together, it meant that his soul had traveled to a person who was bound to death, and even more traveled to an era where he was bound to death.
He had made a movie of this era before, and almost all the historical information was in this guy's mind. Zhang Shun and Zhang Gui rushed into the siege, but it was just a flash in the pan. Zhang Shun died in battle that day, and Zhang Gui was ambushed and died by the Yuan people in just a few days later. The appearance of the two of them was almost a death knives for the Xiangyang War. The Xiangyang War was actually a death knell for the Southern Song Dynasty. History clearly records that Lu Wenhuan surrendered in the first month of the ninth year of Xianchun, and the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty fell the following year, which declared the end of the Southern Song Dynasty. After that, there was a decades of terror. The Southern people, that is, the Han people, became the lowest group of people in this era.
From then on, a country that was remembered by the world was established, and this was the Yuan Dynasty. This dynasty was an era when the Southerners were not regarded as people. Killing a Southerners only required compensation for more than a dozen copper coins or two chickens; seven or eight southern families wanted to raise a Yuan people, but they were treated as slaves and did not dare to have any complaints; the southerners were walking on the road and saw the Yuan people kneeling on the side of the road, and if they were not careful, they would lose their lives... These were just the tip of the iceberg. How many died in the past few decades is not accurate? Even this country had far-reachingly affected the history of the entire nation, because even in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, they were not wiped out, and the Tumu Fort Incident was still staged, which could almost destroy a country. It was not until the end of the Ming Dynasty that they were bribed by the Manchus and became the biggest helper for the Manchus to fight for the world later. In fact, it was only at this time that they truly joined the big family of the Chinese nation.
Some so-called experts in later generations always believed that the Yuan Dynasty should be considered Chinese, but to be honest, this was just an invasion, and we were conquered by others. People had their own language, writing, culture, and beliefs. Why were they considered ours? You should know that most of the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty were devout Christians, and their writings were often written by Alexander the Great, how did Caesar do it, and how could this be considered ours?
The Song Dynasty was the richest and most advanced stage in ancient my country's history, and there should be no such thing. Some people even believe that there has been a capitalist trend at this stage, and we can almost lead the world into a new chapter, but in the end all this fell under the iron horses of others, which has to be said to be a heart-wrenching pain.
The topic has gone too far. Now Zhang Shun also understands his situation. He is not willing to survive like a dog in the future. At least he must be straightened to live, otherwise he would rather die than die.
Chapter completed!