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"The war has begun." Fatty Gao looked at the influence in front of him, and said in a daze.

This is not a blockbuster, but a piece of history, recorded by people with special means and methods.

Looking up, he could only see the killing intent in his eyes.

The yellow sand was blown by the wind, which seemed to be the beginning.

The bronze broadsword was inserted into the yellow sand in front of him, and it shone with little light under the sunlight.

The whole screen kept beating, as if he was shocked by the murderous aura in the arena, or excited because of the surging blood in his body.

Everyone held their breath and watched the beginning of the battle quietly.

At the beginning, both sides were intertwined, all kinds of weapons were brought out, swords and swords were bloody.

The battle started very quickly, so fast that even Jiang Chen and the others were caught off guard.

"These people all use bronze knives. Look at the headgear of those people, it's very strange." Stone said softly.

"That's right. If I can see it more clearly, I can confirm it. Now, it's hard to tell when it was." Fatty Gao said.

"You don't need to confirm, just look at those banners and you'll understand. This may be the legendary Battle of Zhuolu." Zhang Sanshan said.

"How do you say, where did you see it, just because of those banners?" Fatty Gao asked curiously.

"That's right, the totem is the flag, it's only in that era, but which side do we belong to from this perspective? Chiyou? Huangdi?" Shitou said.

"It's hard to say, it still hasn't appeared yet." Zhang Sanshan couldn't tell the difference, after all, the totems on the banners just flashed by, and they couldn't tell anything at all.

The knife cut through the person's body, blood fell to the ground along the blade, and then penetrated.

A person fell down, and the clothes on his body were those animal skins, all of which were signs of that era.

Jiang Chen, who originally had doubts, didn't speak anymore, or this battle will soon know what it is.

On the other side of the viewing angle, there was no movement again, just watching the scene calmly.

The battle lasted for a long time, the sun slanted to the west, and the red sunset irradiated the whole earth so blood red.

As night falls, the battle may come to an end, everyone thinks so, but unfortunately, the battle is still going on, and the night battle is still reaping people's lives.

Suddenly, the screen jumped, it was noon again, and the sun was hanging in the sky.

Seeing the pile of corpses again, there were not many people standing, and the big knife appeared again, still the same, the blade was still so bright, but the ground had completely turned into a piece of red soil.

This battle can only be summed up in two words, that is tragic, with corpses piling up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers.

The banner was still swaying in the wind, but it looked so lonely.

The hand holding the big knife is shaking constantly, which indicates that the person has reached the extreme of exhaustion.

But at this time, the screen changed, and a group of people appeared again, standing on the top of the mountain, and a banner was erected again, waving in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the picture changed again, the big knife was still standing there, but the person holding the big knife died, standing dead.

The three banners were still placed together, and the patterns on them were clearly visible this time.

"Bear, cow, bird." Shito said each word.

"It was the Battle of Zhuolu, that's right." Zhang Sanshan said.

"Why, can you tell me?" The monk next to him asked curiously.

"The totem of the Yellow Emperor's tribe is a bear, which is well-known, but the reason why the domestic totem is now a dragon is because the Yellow Emperor accommodated hundreds of clans and fused hundreds of totems, and only then did the totem of the dragon appear." Mo Qiong Ann explained that, obviously, he understood these too.

"The cow totem is the totem of Emperor Yan. "Emperor Century" says: Emperor Yan has the head of a man and the body of a cow. We don't know if it is true, but the totem of the cow is also the totem of Emperor Yan." Zhang Sanshan said.

"Where's the bird? Is it Chi You?" the monk pointed to the bird above.

"That's right, but Chi You's totems are two, because he has 81 supporters under his command, so one of his totems is a bird, and the other is also a cow." Zhou Yi'an said.

"Understood, in other words, these three totems can represent that this battle is the real Zhuolu battle? No way, I have heard of this Zhuolu battle, it's not like this, isn't there some magic, Are there guide cars and so on?" The monk said in disbelief.

"Maybe, maybe not. After all, no one knows if the image in front of me is real or not. But one thing is for sure. People can't fight for three months, and it's hard to hold on even for three days. And there's no What kind of spells, some are just the cognition of nature, the knife is real, and life is real." Jiang Chen said.

"That's right, living is the real thing. There is a saying that is very good. Winners and losers. If you win, you can write the world. If you lose, you can only be condemned. This is the law of history, and the winner is king." Zhang San Shan said in a deep voice.

"Look, the picture over there has changed again, but why does it feel like it's tilted from this perspective?" Fatty Gao twisted his neck and said.

"It wasn't tilted, but the head fell off. If we guess that this is a person's eyes recording these, then Chi You is defeated, and the people behind him will naturally die. Whether they actively follow or are forced to kill, they will all die. So it's normal to tilt the angle of view." Zhang Qianqiu said.

"Yes, we guessed before that this may be one eye, or many eyes. This picture is because the head fell off."

Just as he was talking, the screen went black and fell into infinite darkness.

The beam of light didn't go out, it was still standing there.

Jiang Chen sat on the coffin at his feet and silently lit a cigarette.

He didn't care about the Zhuolu battle, what he cared about was the look in his eyes. If he guessed right, that person was Chi You. As for why Jiang Chen was so sure, it was only because of that feeling, that big sword.

"What are you thinking about?" Fatty Gao leaned over, took a bottle of water and put it aside for Jiang Chen.

"It's nothing, I just don't understand why this thing appears here." Jiang Chen replied casually.

"There is no reason, because of the witch." Shitou said with a breath.

"Witch?" Jiang Chen stared at him suspiciously and asked.

"That's right, witches are the tribal spirit of that era. To integrate all races, witches must be eliminated. After all, everyone has different ideas. Since then, witches have gradually faded out of people's sight until that time. Only then did the era completely disappear.” Shitou said this and never went on.

"Stop arousing my curiosity, let's continue." Fatty Gao shouted resolutely.