Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 2: Zhang Yuan of Qin is here, and the dogs of Yan are coming to fight!
Zhang Yuan held his sword in his hand, breathing slightly, and looked at the axe-wielding soldiers who were shocked by his bravery and paused for a moment.

His eyes were bloodshot, and an endless flame seemed to appear in front of him. A jade-colored light curtain appeared in the depths of his mind.

chaos!

The main control platform of the flying ship, Chaos!

This is China's most powerful scientific research result!

All the Chinese soldiers' training, command, and learning on the flying ships rely on chaos.

The chaos of China in the illusory memory actually appeared in Zhang Yuan’s mind!

That memory, that China, is real!
A ball of boiling blood and blue-gray light and shadow rushed into the light curtain.

Extract the killing energy and cultivation memories and feed them back to oneself.

Chaos uses this method to train millions of soldiers for flying ships!

There was blood surging in the light curtain, and a bright red blood bead and a gray bead rolled out of the light curtain.

Two beads exploded in Zhang Yuan's mind.

The blood-colored beads turned into qi and blood, infusing Zhang Yuan's meridians, causing his qi and blood to vibrate and his meridians to swell.

His eyes widened and his fists clenched.

The exploding blood bead directly increased his strength by fifty kilograms!

As the blood bead exploded, the gray bead turned into a long river of light and shadow, flashing in his mind.

In the light and shadow, a big man in black armor kept swinging his fists and swords, and stabbing with a spear.

Five years of cold and heat are condensed into a moment of light and shadow.

This is the cultivation memory of a soldier who has been in the army for five years!

The light and shadow dissipated, and all the blood in front of Zhang Yuan also disappeared.

He looked down at the long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief and surprise.

He could feel that all the insights gained from the practice in the light and shadow just now were poured into him, corroborating with the eight-style cloak sword technique circulated in the army that he had practiced, and all turned into his own martial arts practice!
The knife skills that were once considered proficient now seem to be engraved in my bones and I can’t forget them even with my eyes closed!
This is Chaos's incredible method!

"Go to hell——"

The black-armored soldier who stopped in front shouted and rushed towards Zhang Yuan dragging his heavy axe.

Zhang Yuan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, the eight sword techniques flowed through his mind, and his blood boiled.

"Zhang Yuan of Qin is here, and the dogs of Yan are coming to fight!"

A long shout resounded between the broken walls.

"It's Zhang Yuan!"

"Go to the rescue!"

Several loud shouts were heard from the streets not far away.

The Yan army standing in the alleyway, holding short swords and round shields, looked grim. They turned and rushed into the broken wall, shouting, "Quick battle, quick decision!"

The Yan army soldier holding a heavy axe dragged the axe on the ground and rushed towards Zhang Yuan's chest and abdomen.

This kind of long-handled heavy weapon can break the sternum with one blow.

Not to mention being hit, even using the weapons in your hands to knock against it is impossible.

If the three-foot steel knife in Zhang Yuan's hand was hit by the axe, it would be knocked away directly.

If it was the Zhang Yuan from before, he would have been panicked and could only retreat.

But at this time, Zhang Yuan had the combat memory of an old soldier and an extremely proficient understanding of swordsmanship. When facing the axe, his feeling was completely different.

He took a step back with his left foot, dragged the knife with his right hand, and the long axe brushed against Zhang Yuan's leather armor on his chest and flew into the air.

The attack missed, and the axe-wielding soldier pressed down his palm and stepped forward, intending to chop Zhang Yuan's shoulder with the axe.

At this moment when there was a gap in his moves, Zhang Yuan, who had been retreating, suddenly rushed forward.

He took half a step forward to meet the opponent's forward step, and the original eight-foot distance between the two was directly reduced to four feet.

The heavy axe that was pressed down also missed, and only the axe handle hit Zhang Yuan's shoulder.

Zhang Yuan trembled all over, his left shoulder firmly against the axe handle, and he raised the knife with his right hand. The blade moved from bottom to top, brushing against the axe-wielding soldier's armpit and slashing out.

Cloak and sword technique, step forward and lift the sword.

"Thorn-"

The blade grazed the axe-wielding soldier's armpit, passed through the unarmored collar, cut through the opponent's tendons, bones and muscles, and came out from the shoulder socket.

A piece of arm was cut off with a knife!

Bright red, hot blood spurted out, splashing onto the face of the shield-bearing soldier.

The axe-wielding soldier screamed, the axe dropped, and he staggered backward, covering his shoulder.

Zhang Yuan succeeded in killing his opponent with one blow, but stood there in a daze for a moment.

That knife just now was so smooth.

The feeling of the blade slashing upward, cutting into the flesh, and penetrating between the tendons and bones was so clear that every finger could feel the feedback of the force.

At this moment, it seemed as if the blade was his own arm and his own fingers.

As the arm directs.

This flowery word was said by Mr. Tao, the only scholar in the camp.

When practicing the sword technique, you feel that the blade is being touched by your fingers, and it is as easy as moving your arm. This is considered to be the highest level.

In other words, Zhang Yuan's cloak swordsmanship has now reached the realm of perfection!

"puff--"

An arrow pierced the back of a fleeing soldier clutching his severed arm, sending him sprawling to the ground. From the alley entrance, the sound of armor clashing could be heard as soldiers ran.

"Zhang Yuan!"

"Zhang Yuan!"

The urgent call made Zhang Yuan's confusion disappear and a smile appeared on his face.

That is, comrades.

Comrades who share life and death.

Qi said that he has no clothes, and the same robe with his son.

When the war song of the Great Qin begins, comrades will never let down each other, regardless of life or death.

Zhang Yuan's smile looked like a demon in the eyes of the shield-wielding Yan army on the opposite side.

From pretending to be dead to killing one person and injuring another, Zhang Yuan demonstrated the bravery and ferocity of a Qin soldier.

He took two steps back and the shield-wielding Yan soldiers turned and ran.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the figure rushing towards the street.

He dragged his knife, walked out of the broken wall, and into the alley, looking at the Yan soldier with the broken arm who fell to the ground and was still struggling.

His expression changed and Zhang Yuan raised the knife in his hand.

"puff--"

The long sword fell and blood splattered.

"Haha, you're trying to steal the credit."

"Wow, Zhang Yuan, you can accumulate two merits, that's amazing."

Several running figures surrounded Zhang Yuan, collected the Yan army's weapons that had fallen to the ground, stripped off their clothes and armor, and quickly left with Zhang Yuan.

In just a moment, dozens of Yan soldiers in black armor rushed into the streets, searched in vain, and dragged away the two Yan soldiers' corpses.

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Empty stone house and scattered weapons.

More than ten soldiers sat around.

Zhang Yuan sat with his shoulders exposed, leaning against the low wall in a daze.

Comrades in the same camp came to the rescue, and Zhang Yuan was just a little exhausted, with his shoulder bruised by an axe handle.

Everyone said that he was lucky and was able to come back alive from such a situation.

But no one knew that Zhang Yuan's mood had undergone a drastic change at this time.

The experiences in the illusory dream are unknown whether they are true or false, but chaos does exist.

He could clearly feel the changes that chaos had brought to him.

After killing two people in a row, the two blood beads made his strength increase by a hundred pounds.

This allowed his martial arts cultivation to enter the long-awaited early stage of the acquired realm.

The practice of the Great Qin martial arts includes acquired, innate, and grandmaster, three realms and nine levels, with each step leading to a new level.

Martial artists in the acquired realm refine their bodies and use their energy to determine their realm.

The early, middle and late stages correspond to 500 kilograms, 800 kilograms and 1,500 kilograms of physical strength.

The battlefield where one walks between life and death is the most challenging. Three months ago, Zhang Yuan was just a teenager who had just learned martial arts. After three months of hard fighting, he already possessed a strength of 400 kilograms and was one step away from the acquired realm.

Today's increase of 100 kilograms of strength allowed him to directly condense his qi and blood, becoming a post-natal warrior.

A sixteen-year-old martial artist at the post-natal realm was considered a young hero in the entire Luyang Prefecture. Zhang Yuan had never dared to imagine that before.

Not only did his cultivation level improve, the biggest change in Zhang Yuan was his understanding of martial arts.

A warrior's combat power is a combination of his cultivation strength and martial arts combat skills.

Having cultivation skills is useless, but one cannot display combat power.

Having martial arts skills without the corresponding strength is just empty talk.

The infusion of martial arts memories and insights from the two old Yan soldiers allowed Zhang Yuan's martial arts skills to improve rapidly. His cloak sword technique and iron armor fist reached the realm of great success and were not far from perfection.

The practice of martial arts combat skills is divided into three levels: minor success, major success, and perfection.

To master a set of sword techniques to perfection, it would take at least ten years of hard practice.

Zhang Yuan's heart felt hot, as if it were burning in flames.

With the acquired martial arts cultivation and great combat skills, can he survive this war?

The most crucial point is that he possesses chaos!
Zhang Yuan closed his eyes slightly, like a Chinese soldier, and silently muttered: "Chaos."

"Om-"

In the mind, the light curtain vibrated, and lines of words emerged.

Zhang Yuan
Identity: Ninth-rank guard of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin, recruited soldier of the Red Scale Army

Cultivation: Early stage of the acquired realm, four blood beads are required to upgrade to the middle stage

Martial Arts Training: Cloak Sword Skills are perfected, and a perception bead is required to upgrade to perfection; Iron Armor Fist is perfected, and a perception bead is required to upgrade to perfection.

Battle Formation: Mastery of the Canglang Formation
Chaos Space: Empty
Chaos Support: Not enabled

……

"Zhang Yuan, if you can survive, what do you want to do?"

The hoarse call brought Zhang Yuan back to his senses slowly, and the chaotic light curtain in his mind disappeared.

(End of this chapter)