AD 875, late Tang Dynasty.
Three thousand soldiers of Xuzhou Wuning Army were massacred by Wang Xianzhi's rebels on the banks of the Sishui River.
Xu Feng's intestines were pierced and his belly was rotten, and he lay on a mountain of corpses and in a sea of blood, waiting to die.
Just before consciousness is annihilated——
He saw a faint blue flame floating out from the eyebrows of his comrade's corpse.
[The obsession of Chinese heroic spirits is detected... The soldier soul system is bound!
A cold voice sounded in his head.
The broken "Infantry Soul" × 7, quietly suspended.
Seriously injured and on the verge of death, the rebels searched for supplies and bandits were rampant.
There is no way out.
Xu Feng gritted his teeth and used his first fusion on the six corpses beside him.
…
In the wind and snow, six dead comrades stood up stiffly and swaying.
The wounds were congealed and his eyes were empty, but he slowly knelt down on one knee in front of him.
From then on, he led an army that could not be killed conventionally.
Killed in action? It's just the soul of the soldier returning to the furnace and merging again!
It started with seven "walking corpses" on the banks of the Surabaya River.
Occupying the county seat, he melted the "craftsman soul", turned bad iron into fine steel, and made crossbow arrows like locusts.
By taking in the refugees, he integrated the "soul of farming", turning wasteland into fertile fields, and filling the mountains with granaries.
In the battle against the vassal town, he merged with the "heroic soul of a hundred battles", defeated the soldiers into an iron wall, and pushed back the Jiedushi!
When Huang Chao swept the world, Zhu Wen killed the king and proclaimed himself emperor, and Li Ke was invincible with his Shatuo cavalry...
They were horrified to find that a monster appeared in the Central Plains that could not be defeated, killed endlessly, and became stronger the more they fought.
Xu Feng stood in front of the formation, behind him were the soldiers who were as silent as a forest and whose eyes were burning with a faint blue light.
He looked at Chang'an and whispered to himself:
"The debt of this world's heroic souls,
