The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 571 Shen Le: Don’t look at me like that! I’m not possessed, really!

Despised by a helmet.

In other words, it failed the test of a helmet.

Shen Le touched his forehead, respectfully took off the fragile silk and cotton padding, and put it aside. Then he bent down, carefully picked up the nail pieces, and placed them on the table one by one:
The light shining gently on the armor seemed to weave a line of words. "Victory and defeat are common in the military, hero, please try again..."

Alas, it seems that I need to keep up the good work and strive hard to gain the recognition of this helmet - at this moment, if it has a complete self-awareness, it will probably say "rubbish, much worse than my original owner", right?

Please... I'm a student, not a military commander, let alone a cavalry commander...

I don’t even know how to ride a horse, okay? In that memory, when I was riding a horse, my waist and legs were stiff. I had to sort out my memories bit by bit to make myself feel more comfortable sitting on the horse…

As for the advanced version, galloping on horseback, charging into battle on horseback, and shooting a bow on horseback, let alone.

In fact, I feel pretty strong that I can shoot an arrow on horseback without falling off the horse!

Shen Le closed his eyes, slowly sorted out his memory, and slowly recalled everything in the illusion. After a long time, he sighed and sorted out his helmet again.

He turned it over and over in his hand until the helmet in his hand trembled slightly and seemed to be about to fall apart. Only then did he grit his teeth and put the helmet back on his head:

"Come again!"

It was dark in front of his eyes, and then it was bright again. Shen Le opened his eyes and screamed in his heart:
"No way, let's start from where we first came in..."

Doesn't that mean he has to walk through the Gobi Desert again and endure a few more days?
Fortunately, endurance is not without benefits. Taking advantage of these few days, Shen Le worked hard to integrate his memory and practice:
Follow on horseback, ride a horse, gallop on the horse, and shoot arrows on horseback.

All I can say is that muscle memory is the equivalent of cheating. In three days, he could ride a horse normally and keep pace with the rest of the team.
He could shoot a target he had previously selected, such as a stone about the size of a person, when the horse slowed down and almost stopped.

However, he still couldn't fly and hit the target with his arrows. He still needed several months, or even years of practice...

But there was no time for him to practice slowly. Shen Le took a deep breath:

Ahead, in the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves and the dust was flying. The enemy was already here.

He adjusted his belt, put his weapon in the best position for attacking, and drew his horse bow with his comrades:

Third, control the horse and slightly raise the shooting angle.

2. Estimate the distance to the enemy, nock the arrow, and draw the bow.

1. When the enemy approaches to the appropriate distance, shoot!
A rain of arrows like a black cloud rose up. The next moment, a black cloud also flew up from the opposite side, rushing towards Shen Le.

This time, Shen Le was able to control his breathing freely. He put the bow back in his right hand and grabbed the round shield with his left hand to cover his head and face.

Then, he curled up his body and lay on the horse's back. With the dull sound of arrows hitting the round shield, he reached out and pulled out the lance:

charge!

The horses' hooves clattered as they charged forward. The cavalry on both sides ran towards each other, and in just a moment, they had already crossed paths. The enemy army on the opposite side became larger and larger in his field of vision:

The man had messy hair, which was casually braided, but it couldn't stop the burnt yellow hair from spreading all over the place, sticking to his face and merging with his curly beard.

His face was dark and yellow, rough and cracked, obviously having been exposed to wind and sun for countless years. At first glance, one could even see the dust clinging to his face.

What he was wearing was more like a leather coat than a leather armor. Years of grease and dirt had accumulated on it layer by layer, making the coat so dirty that its original color could no longer be seen. It was so stiff that it reflected light:

As the enemy got closer and closer, they raised their swords and rode their horses, roaring. Their large, uneven teeth were black with yellow, almost the same color as their fur coats!
Where are these indigenous horse bandits from! Turks? Tibetans? Sogdians?
Don't come over here!

Get away from me!!!
Shen Le's heart was pounding. He instinctively lowered his body, gripped his lance tightly, and used the tip of the lance to push the enemy away;

With a dull thud, the enemy's scimitar slashed fiercely on the lance, and the tip of the lance violently deflected to the right. Shen Le gritted his teeth, exerted force with both arms, and pushed back the lance.

prick!
With a thud, the spear tip pierced into flesh. The half-foot-long, flat spear tip sank into the fur coat, then into the enemy's chest, straight into the red tassel.

The enemy's eyes suddenly widened, and a "grinding" sound came out of his throat. He wanted to speak, but only blood and bubbles came out of his mouth, and he could no longer utter a word.

Shen Le stared at his distorted face, but his heart was also in a panic, and his mind went blank:
Did I kill someone?

I killed someone!

His hands naturally lost strength, and the lance in his hand, along with the man riding on it, fell rapidly downwards and stabbed into the ground.

The warhorse galloped, carrying him forward, and in the blink of an eye, he had already passed by the enemy's warhorse. It was too late to grab the horse lance back now -

"Ah Li, be careful!"

There was a loud shout behind him. Metal clashed with metal, making clanging sounds. Shen Le wanted to draw his sword to block, but it was too late.

A stream of blood suddenly spurted onto his face, completely blocking his vision. Then, the sound of wind was clear, like the sound of a string, and his neck felt cold.

The whole vision went dark. When Shen Le opened his eyes again, the iron helmet on his head had broken into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Shen Le quickly squatted down to pick up the iron piece. As he bent down, his fingertips touched the cold nail piece, and the previous feeling suddenly came back to him:

The dust and horse manure that flew up when the horses galloped...

The stench from the enemy's mouth...

When the lance pierced my flesh, I felt the feedback from my hand, and my whole body was pierced by the lance and fell heavily. I was not dead yet, and I felt the struggle again and again...

His stomach suddenly churned. The fastest reaction Shen Le could do was to lunge forward, jump out of the range of the falling armor, and hug the wastebasket under the table:
"vomit--"

"Shen Le! Shen Le, what's wrong with you?" An anxious voice came from the microphone. There was Professor Bai's voice, a guy from the Special Affairs Bureau, and the voice of the bearded guest who arrived today:
"How are you? Can you hold on? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"I……"

Murder...

The moment he almost blurted out the words, Shen Le suddenly bit his tongue and suppressed the last few words. Don't say it, you can't say it!
If you don’t say anything, you can go to the gastroenterology department at most. If you say something, you will most likely go to a mental hospital!
"I'm fine..."

He answered breathlessly, then knelt on the ground, holding the wastebasket and continued to vomit.

He vomited for a long time until he couldn't vomit anything anymore. His stomach kept churning, so he could only kneel on the ground and close his eyes tightly.
"vomit……"

Don't think about it, don't think about it...

It wasn't you who killed the person, it was the Tang soldier in my memory...

If he didn't kill people, people would kill him... Defending the country is the most legitimate thing to do. He killed the rebels and the enemy...

Is there any way, any way to even out my breath, calm my mind... I should quickly enter a state of concentration, quickly meditate, and forget all these messy things...

So killing people is such a painful feeling... I've killed monsters, zombies, and foreign werewolves and vampires before, but it's never been like this...

Only humans, only humans... only our own kind...

vomit……

Someone knocked on the door. Shen Le closed his eyes, forced himself to ignore the unpleasant smell in the wastebasket, and tried to take a few deep breaths.

He supported himself and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, he was supported by two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau:

"Shen Le! Are you feeling better? Shall we take you to the hospital?"

"… Much better. I'm fine. The armor just now… gave me a difficult test…"

Shen Le answered while panting. The two young men carefully observed him and scanned him up and down with an instrument, and then they felt slightly relieved.

One of them went to clean up the laboratory, and the other helped him sit on a chair at the door and poured him a glass of water:

"What kind of test is it? Can you tell me about it?"

Shen Le closed his eyes and shook his head. He gulped down a glass of water, barely caught his breath, and began to thread the rope of his helmet again.

Well, this time when I touched it, the nail plate still felt cold, but it was a little softer. It wasn't as hard and rough as before, with burrs here and there...

Maybe it's because he finished half of the game?

I feel like the armor plate, or the helmet, has a higher level of recognition of him, so he won't rebel at any minute...

Shen Le was tying knots and weaving ropes slowly, a little absent-minded.

The thoughts that I hadn't had time to sort out during the battle gradually came to my mind. The owner of the iron helmet, the young man in my memory, was from Huazhou, which was very close to Chang'an, less than two hundred miles away...

Although he was not from a military family, and his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather were all generals and provincial governors, he was also a local veteran and a wealthy family, and had practiced martial arts since childhood. When the local generals were going to go to war, they would reorganize the troops by selecting young men from the surrounding villages and gathering them around their own generals.

The women and children at home were waiting for their fathers, brothers, and sons to go to the battlefield and bring back glory, official positions, wealth, and land...

However, such a calm, peaceful and sometimes turbulent life was shattered in an instant.

When the Anshi Rebellion broke out, the area less than 200 miles away from Chang'an was swept by the army in an instant.

First they conscripted soldiers to guard Tongguan, and then after Tongguan fell for such a shameful reason, they were met with extremely terrible plunder and revenge:
The bandits passed by like combs, and the soldiers passed by like rakes. All of a sudden, the order of the whole world collapsed, and the determined and down-to-earth veteran's career was gone...

Fortunately, there are local generals who rose from the chaos, became the pillars of the troubled times, and quelled the war;
Next, he gathered his family and fellow villagers together so that the children in his hometown could have a way to succeed - if he wanted to become a leading figure in the surrounding area, he would go out and fight!

This is how the owner of the iron helmet embarked on a long journey. He was born late, and during the An-Shi Rebellion, he was only seven or eight years old. He could only flee with his family and was not qualified to go to the battlefield.
When the chaos ended and the generals from his hometown were sent to the four towns of Anxi and the government soldiers were recruited to go with them, he straightened his armor and saddled his horse and happily set off:
Go far away!
Go to the frontier!
A man should achieve fame and honor immediately. When he comes back, he should at least get the title of general!
Ah Li lived up to his martial arts training since childhood. At least in his first battle, he had already taken a head. Of course, there might be a second and a third...

At least, he didn't die in this battle, right?
"Shen Le? Shen Le, are you okay?"

Someone knocked on the door again. Shen Le put down the half-finished helmet and went out to open the door. He saw an elderly official from the Special Affairs Bureau standing in front of him:

Just standing there, an extraordinarily heavy atmosphere came over him, attracting his attention. He smiled at Shen Le and raised the bag in his hand:

"I heard you weren't feeling well today? I brought some calming stuff with me, can it help?"

Ah...this...has this alarmed the local leaders?

This practitioner's skill seems to be quite impressive...

Being able to be in charge of the Special Affairs Bureau in Dunhuang, a place with a vast area, sparse population, many historical sites, and prone to trouble, it seems that this person is very strong in both skills and skills!

Therefore, the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau quickly reported to his superiors that the reason for this special visit was...

Shen Le stepped aside and invited him in. As he walked, he observed quietly, took a deep breath and sniffed, and at the same time, used his mental power to explore.

The official suddenly stopped, smiled at him, took out a party badge and pinned it on his chest:
“Don’t worry, I’m not a believer in religion—at least not a believer in the local religion.

This place is quite important. The Special Affairs Bureau must send some of its trained people here. We can’t just leave it all to the local sects!”

That’s it, that’s it!
In Dunhuang, the Han ethnic group still makes up the majority, and ethnic minorities together only account for 2.2%!

What if the Special Affairs Department gets out of control?
Shen Le calmed down immediately. The official put the bag on the table and took out the items one by one:

"This is the spirit-clearing incense. It can help calm the mind and prevent it from being disturbed by external demons..."

"This is Ice Flower Dew. When you meditate, apply a little under your nose, or drop a drop into a humidifier and let it slowly dissipate. Even if you don't use its ability to calm your mind, it can still make you feel more comfortable..."

"This is a mindfulness forehead band. It has some talismans woven on it and a few jade beads sewn on it. When you wrap it around your forehead, it can press down on the center of your eyebrows and temples, helping you to lift your spirits..."

Don't hit a smiling person, especially since he came as a gift. They were all things to calm the mind and drive away evil spirits, which means that people were afraid that there was something wrong with him...

Being possessed by a ghost, or being trapped in a strange memory and unable to get out, could this cause a split personality?

Speaking of which, Buddhist practice involves reincarnation for hundreds of lifetimes and observing all the sufferings of the world, while Taoist practice may be disturbed by external demons, causing the whole person to go astray or something like that...

This person came here to see if I would go this far, so as to take precautions in advance, right?

After placing five or six gifts on the table, Shen Le suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said seriously:
"Don't worry, I'll be fine - my temperament won't change drastically, and I won't become possessed or anything like that.

The test this helmet gave me was nothing more than letting me watch some of its owner's memories to see if I could bear it. As long as I wake up, I can be sure that I am in reality and not trapped in memories..."

The wrinkles between the official's eyebrows relaxed a little bit. Shen Le smiled more sincerely:
"When I first came out of the memory, it was a bit uncomfortable, just like I was thrown out of a roller coaster. Don't worry, you will get used to it after a few times, and I will definitely not be so embarrassed next time!"

The officer from the Special Affairs Bureau observed Shen Le very carefully for a long time, then smiled, held his hand and shook it vigorously:

"Don't blame us for being overly cautious. Your safety is very important to us and is our top priority.

If you feel uncomfortable anywhere or need help, please don’t be shy and tell us immediately! ”

Well… although I still prefer to solve things on my own, it’s still good to have a direction when I want to ask for help.

Shen Le smiled and sent the official away, put away all the gifts, and continued to weave the helmet in his hand.

In modern society, there are people who are fighting hard to protect everything in this country; and in ancient times, in the memory of this iron helmet, there were also such people, in every dynasty, every generation, at any time...

This time, after finishing the iron helmet and making the padding, Shen Le no longer needed any psychological preparation. He simply held the helmet and put it on his head:

do it again!
I passed the first, second, but not the third time. When I enter my memory the third time, I will definitely pass it!

This time it was much smoother. In the three days before the battle, Shen Le worked hard to practice horsemanship, practice charging with a spear on horseback, practice feeling the horse's running and leaping, and use the horse's power to thrust the spear;

Then, the moment the horse lance reaches the target, quickly change to a long sword, chop, stab, and parry!
He couldn't learn any new tricks in three days, but at least he was able to integrate the muscle memory a little bit.

When the time came to fight, Shen Le, who was already mentally prepared, raised his spear with both hands and stabbed it into the enemy's chest. Then he let go, turned around, drew his sword, and swung it out with a bright silver light!

Zheng!
clank!

The two horses crossed their stirrups and moved forward. Shen Le kept blocking with his round shield in his left hand, while his long sword in his right hand flew, slashing out silver rainbows among the enemy troops:

It was as if he was possessed by the owner of the helmet, or as if the owner's memories and power were fully absorbed and transformed by him. Moreover, he even added his own power:

He himself is also a practitioner!

His strength, agility, concentration, observation, and many other aspects are far superior to ordinary people! Even if he can't cast spells and can only attack with basic attacks, he should be stronger than the owner of the iron helmet!
Shen Le seemed to have entered a wonderful state. He was very adept at the battle and did not feel it was difficult at all.

He charged, hacked, and stabbed, watching the enemy scream and fall beside him, his heart as calm as water:
Well, the feeling of swinging a long sword seems to be better than the feeling of stabbing a horse lance into a human body. Most of the time, I was blocking and colliding with the enemy's sword;
Sometimes, if a knife hits, it will hit the helmet or leather armor, and it is not easy to cut a hole;
The only blow that hit him was just a light glancing blow, creating a stream of blood. There was not much resistance in his hands, nor was there any room to feel or think:

This is a battlefield! Focus! Focus! Leave all actions, all changes around you, all reactions to your instincts. Don't think about other things!
Suddenly, there was a lightness beside him. There was no one in front of him anymore. He had already killed all the enemies. The officer in charge raised his voice:

"Line up! Turn around! Charge!!!"

Shen Le adjusted his breathing while looking around. Almost all of his comrades were covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood.

However, after hearing the order, no one flinched and retreated. They just raised their swords high and shouted loudly:
"Wan Sheng——"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The horses' hooves thundered forward, charging towards the enemies who were trying to disrupt our infantry formations and to hack, kill and plunder!
kill!

kill!

kill!

The warhorse passed by the army that had been engaged in the previous battle. Shen Le almost subconsciously turned sideways and pulled up the horse lance from the ground - from the fallen corpse.

He sheathed the sword, brandished the long spear, and broke through the wind: an inch longer, an inch stronger. A thirty or forty-foot-long horse spear had a huge advantage over a three-foot-long scimitar!

Rush over!
This battle was a thrilling one. The Tang soldiers in iron armor had a huge advantage over the local bandits in fur coats.
Among the Tang troops who followed the general to support the four towns of Anxi, there were many veterans who had experienced the Anshi Rebellion and had rich combat experience.

Of course, there were indeed a group of new soldiers, but with the help of veterans, they were able to perform well in the face of opponents who were not as good as them:

"Good boy! Well done!" The horse slowed down slowly, and a huge slap immediately landed on Shen Le's back.

He turned around and saw a man in his thirties taking off his helmet, wiping his sweat vigorously, and slapping him on the shoulder again:
"I didn't bring shame to your family! You were able to kill several people in your first battle. You are truly a natural born general!"

Shen Le raised his head and smiled at him. After laughing for a while, the heat from the sand rose up and his vision gradually blurred:

Between light and dark, he was back in the laboratory, the weight of the helmet resting steadily on his forehead, with no sign of falling apart.

Phew... passed?

Shen Le took off his helmet, turned it over, looked at it carefully, and then input the heat flow into it again.

The helmet was quietly held in his hands, slowly absorbing the heat flow, without rotating or vibrating;

Only scenes of light and shadows passed by quickly before my eyes:
That Ah Li, the new soldier who went to the battlefield for the first time with the hopes of his family, charged forward with a spear in the memory of his helmet. He did not kill the enemy, nor did he throw away his weapon.

He just held the long spear, stabbed and struck back and forth, clearing a bloody path on the battlefield;
When he rushed back, the blood of the enemy next to him splashed on his face. He reached out to wipe it off and was almost knocked off his horse...

Even so, at the end of the battle, I still received praise from my superior:

"Not bad, not bad. It's my first time on the battlefield. I'm already very good to be able to survive and not get hurt! - Next time, I'll try to kill one!"

So... I have to perform better than the original owner in order to pass the level?
This requirement is a bit high!
(End of this chapter)