In an ancient and dilapidated city, countless men, women, and children in tattered hemp clothes stood firm and firm in the city with bright eyes.
Outside the city, hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers were attacking the city. The battle was brutal and there were broken limbs everywhere. Smoke and slaughter filled the entire battlefield.
"This is…"
Ye Yong looked at his surroundings in a daze. When he raised his hands, he saw his palms covered in scars and calluses.
Did I double transmigrate again?
A feeling of enlightenment surged into his heart, and Ye Yong suddenly became enlightened.
"This is a special item, a special inheritance!”
Ye Yong muttered to himself.
Experiencing it personally, experiencing it personally, under the blessing of the system power, it was as if he was experiencing a different life.
Had he truly returned to this era?
Ye Yong didn't know, and he didn't need to know. When the time was up, he could return to reality. Moreover, being injured or dying here wouldn't really affect him. It could be said to be the best place to train.
After sensing the information that appeared in his mind, Ye Yong's expression was a little complicated: "Jiangyin City at the end of Ming Dynasty."
That's right, this was the battle that would be remembered by all the Han people in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, the Battle of Jiangyin City!
Yan Ying Yuan, the famous general and national hero of the Qing Dynasty, led 170,000 Jiangyin citizens to achieve an unprecedented and unbelievable feat.
The 170,000 Han men fought to the death to protect the dignity of the Han people. No one surrendered. They resisted the 240,000 Qing soldiers for 81 days under circumstances that no one expected. In the end, all of them died!
Although they had lost, it had left a deep impression on the Qing army. They had preserved the last bit of dignity of the Han people. Three Qing Dynasty princes, eighteen generals, and seventy-five thousand soldiers had all died.
Ye Yong majored in history and opened an antique shop. How could he not know about this battle? Now that he could personally participate in this battle, even Ye Yong, who had experienced countless inherited memories, could not help but feel excited.
"Ye Yong, what are you thinking about? We've already rested for an hour, it's time to return to the battlefield.”
A rough voice entered Ye Yong's ears and woke him up from his deep thoughts.
"Yes, my mother said that only scholars can live a hard life.”
After regaining his senses, Ye Yong looked at the bamboo slip in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket as he smiled foolishly.
"What are you studying for? All the scholars have betrayed the country and joined the enemy. In my opinion, martial arts are the most useful in this chaotic world. I hope we can all survive this battle.”
The boorish man patted Ye Yong's shoulder and said disdainfully. As he spoke, his eyes could not help but darken.
"Why are you thinking so much? A good battle is the most important thing.”
Ye Yong laughed.
"Haha, right, a good fight is the most important thing. These sons of b * tches still want us to shave our heads. Bah, we Han people keep our hair but not our heads. We have to let them know what a Han is even if we die.”
The man spat and said fiercely.
"Let's go."
Ye Yong wrapped his arms around the man's neck and walked up the city wall.
Since he was here, then let's fight, a grand battle!
.........
In the antique shop.
Ye Yong, who was standing there quietly with a dull look in his eyes, suddenly regained consciousness and returned to reality.
Boom!
In an instant, a violent and dense killing intent erupted from Ye Yong's body. The temperature of the entire antique shop seemed to have dropped countless times at this moment.
Violent, murderous, bloodthirsty, furious, unwilling to accept the fact that he had fought for 81 days, killing more than 100 people. Ye Yong's eyes seemed to have turned blood red, and it took him a long time to gradually regain his calm.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Yong clenched his fists tightly as if he was dreaming.
"Illusion? Reality?"
Ye Yong was a little dazed.
Did Ye Yong really exist in history? Or was it just his trial space?
"Master, this bamboo slip came from the end of Ming Dynasty.”
The system seemed to have read Ye Yong's mind and said.
Hearing this, Ye Yong's spirit was jolted and he couldn't help but grin. Did that mean that he or 'he' really killed hundreds of foreign tribes?
That was enough!
"Eh?"
At this moment, Ye Yong seemed to have discovered something. A trace of surprise appeared on his face as he clenched his fists again. Then, he lifted his clothes and saw his eight-pack abs.
"My power!"
Ye Yong said in shock.
As an otaku from the 21st century, Ye Yong was not fat, but he was definitely weak. Now, he could confirm that his physique and strength were several times stronger than before.
What was going on?
"Special Item"
Ye Yong was deep in thought.
So, the inherited memories received by the special item could allow him to inherit a part of his strength and physique?
If that was the case, that would be heaven-defying!
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