When the intense sense of weightlessness tore apart his consciousness, Chen Yan was debugging the energy core of the electromagnetic railgun in the laboratory. The curve of the particles beating on the fluorescent screen suddenly distorted, the high-voltage arc broke through the insulation layer, and the dazzling white light swallowed him up - when he opened his eyes again, he saw a sky full of yellow sand and scarlet sunset.
"Kill! Chop these Nanman bastards into pieces!"
A deafening roar rushed towards his face, carrying the smell of blood. Chen Yan lowered his head suddenly and found that he was wearing a rough cloth and a rusty bronze knife on his waist. Less than ten meters in front of him, a group of barbarians wearing animal skins and holding stone axes were rushing towards him. They were tall and tall, with bronzed skin, hideous paint on their faces, and a bloodthirsty light in their eyes.
Behind him is the broken city wall of the pass. Dozens of soldiers in armor are resisting with blood, but they are retreating steadily. The flags on the city wall have long been torn, and the word "Dayan" is crumbling in the wind.
"Damn, time travel?"
