Tracing China: Through history, dialogue between ancient and modern

Chapter 105

Six thousand seven hundred years ago.

The ancient Jiuli people.

The lower reaches of the Yellow River.

"My ancestors..."

"You have worked hard……"

Lin Feng's expression was gloomy, and he thought over and over again, there was no life in ancient times, only survival, only living with suffering!

After the disaster, people have no time to shout, no time to mourn.

Everyone started to put out the fire, and more than forty houses were destroyed, and countless clay furniture was turned into slag. The already difficult life was even worse now.

More than a dozen piles of precious firewood were also burned to ashes in the fire.

The corpses of more than 20 dead clansmen were piled together, most of them died in the fire.

Someone's husband died.

But she still has children, so she has no time to be sad, to mourn, to cry...

Lin Feng could see that many women held back their tears and took their children, or infants in their arms, to clean up the dilapidated houses.

in modern society.

If the pillars of the family are gone, the family will also collapse.

They have no choice, for the sake of the next generation, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, they must live on.

Looking at the difficult scenes of the ancient ancestors, the modern audience who watched the show were all moved.

The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds filled the air, and a heavy rain was coming.

The house collapsed.

The roof burned.

If a heavy rain comes, where will these ancient clansmen go to escape the harsh weather?
"Hey, you lead twenty warriors to defend the eastern pass into the plain,"

"Mu, be responsible for guarding the north, beware of the Shichao clan, Zan clan, Lin clan, Baitian clan who are on the border... don't let them take advantage of it."

"Dong, go to the highest place around and guard. If there is a situation, light the fire."

……

Chi You, who was covered in twisted and broken armor, endured great pain, and gave orders regardless of the blood flowing from his body.

The heavy rain did not fall, but a new crisis came.

The threat from the south, the ancient Baiyue tribe, Chi You has no fear of foreigners.

Even if most of the warriors in the clan are outside, they are going to face the ultimate "Zhuolu War"!
He, the chief of Jiuli, who is like a demon lord descended from heaven, is in power.

Who dares to be presumptuous?

In the end, Chi You led ten warriors, and the Baiyue tribe retreated in fear.

Chi You is famous.

It can be said to be famous in ancient times.

During this period, the Jiuli clan was very powerful, even if Chi You was not around, the threats from the surrounding small clans were not great.

"Senior, how should we deal with that undead firebird?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

"It has been seriously injured. It will not go out to cause trouble for a short time. After I defeat Xuanyuan, I will return to suppress it."

Regarding these words, Emperor Yan shook his head.

Emperor Yan stared at Chi You with his divine eyes and said, "When two tigers fight, one must die. Do you really want to decide the fate of the world with Xuanyuan in Zhuolu?"

Chi You said in a rough voice, "Xuanyuan's ambition to be the co-lord of the world is growing day by day, so I, Chi You, cannot retreat, and the Jiuli clan cannot retreat!"

Emperor Yan said with a look of regret:

"Xuanyuan is wise and can compete with the sky. He is a rare talent in the world. You can't beat him!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng was shocked.

Emperor Yan's praise for Huangdi was above the sky.

As the first ancestor of Chinese humanities, the Yellow Emperor, no matter how high the praise is, it is not an exaggeration. After all, he is really a great talent that is rare in a thousand years.

In terms of wisdom and strategy.

The Yellow Emperor has the upper hand, there is no doubt about it.

With a burly body and a domineering physique, Chi You grinned grinningly like a demon lord and said, "Only one tribal emperor is allowed to exist in the world!"

Emperor Yan immediately said, "Emperor, it's hard for you to touch!"

Fearing that the two of them would quarrel again, Lin Feng hurriedly spoke up, changed the subject, and eased the situation.

at this time.

In front of them, suddenly appeared a dark vortex, leading to the unknown...

At the same time, Lin Feng's heart trembled, and he said quickly, "Seniors, we are coming back!"

Leading Emperor Yan, Chi You fights to turn the stars.

In the past history, time and space have been moved horizontally, which has affected too much. In order to avoid the terrible backlash of the host, the system autonomously opened the transfer channel.

Chi You, whose face was covered with blood, looked at his own people. He raised one arm to the sky, shouted with his real arm, and made a swearing roar:
"Leave, I'm going!"

"Everyone, I'm going to compete with Xuanyuan!"

"Farewell, our Jiuli tribe will become the most powerful masters in this world, and all tribes will surrender! All beasts will cry!"

"God, protect Jiuli."

All the Jiuli people turned around, their eyes glowed, and their thin and weak faces raised the dawn of hope.

Who knows.

Soon after.

Chi You died in battle, the Jiuli tribe was defeated like a mountain, and the name of the tribe that once shocked the world disappeared in history.

"When your chief returns, Jiuli is invincible..."

With the last roar of dragons and tigers, the three disappeared and left the fertile plain in the lower reaches of the Yellow River.

Back to the camp where the Jiuli warriors were temporarily stationed.

Emperor Yan didn't stay, he left with a sad face, obviously he couldn't bear to face it, Xuanyuan and Chiyou's decisive battle, one person will fall in the end.

Chi You ordered to march into Zhuolu.

Time flows faster.

The "Battle of Zhuolu" that aspired to the Central Plains in ancient times is really a start!
Two ancient tribes.

A steady stream of soldiers and horses gathered towards Zhuolu, with the din of gongs and drums, and the battalion of horns, the murderous aura was soaring.

Up to now, it's not just a life-and-death collision between two great clans.

In this ancient oriental land, tribes of different sizes began to stand in line and began to choose camps.

This battle will determine the fate of the world.

Not many people can do it alone.

In four days, dozens of tribal warriors gathered and joined the Jiuli camp.

On the other plain facing each other, there were also tribal warriors of different sizes who joined Xuanyuan Huangdi's team.

Some tribes dispatched a few people, some dispatched a hundred people, and they all joined this "ultimate" battle.

Before the war.

The teams of both sides have assembled huge personnel of no less than 10 people.

Besides.

There are also countless logistics migrant workers, carrying food, drinks, equipment and so on.

Who would have thought that more than 6000 years ago in the land of China, there was a war of over 20 people.

Putting it all over the world is unimaginable.

What about Western civilization, at this time, I am afraid that it is still ignorant and uncivilized aborigines!
The soldiers and horses of the two sides are densely packed, facing each other across the air.

Countless banners fluttered in the wind, horns blew day and night, and the shouts of killing continued for more than several days.

"Roar……"

In the oppressive and suffocating environment, on this day, a terrifying dragon roar shook the sky and the earth.

A dragon-shaped creature with a green face and fangs protruded its head from the river in the east, splashing water and making the river turbulent.

The ferocious dragon head standing more than ten meters high overlooks the world.

The warriors of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor's tribe did not panic at all, because behind them, a more ferocious Yinglong appeared.

The gigantic Ying Long was perched on a high place, with a cold expression, and a pair of large eyes staring at the river.

An image so tense as to suffocate.

Two ancient dragon-shaped creatures looked at each other from the air. They were waiting for the order of the tribal king to rush to kill at any time.

The other jackals, tigers and leopards also walked forward slowly under the control of the warrior.

Above the sky, densely packed raptors are circling and screaming...

Unknown gray harrier.

Bloody Crow.

Snow-white crane.

The fierce eagle.

All these wonders will make people dream back to the ancient times, and the soul will be shocked.

Finally, there is Chi You, the chief of the Jiuli tribe who controls the wild and untamed iron-eating beasts. He wears a thicker iron armor, hangs a tiger's soul on his waist, and holds a long-handled giant axe. He was born like an ancient ghost.

On the opposite side, Xuanyuan Huangdi held the sword of the world, and under his seat was an adult black bear, appearing in front of everyone.

Two men who are about to become the co-lords of the world.

We met again.

The outsider looked over.

As if a demon...a god...

They all have the talents of vertical and horizontal circles, and they all have the unworldly ability to rule thousands of peoples. It's a pity that they were born in the same era, in the same world, and they are destined to perish...

"Xuanyuan, my Jiuli tribe is like a heavenly soldier, winning nine out of nine battles, how do you resist?"

Chi You yelled loudly, the evil spirit all over his body was condensed crazily, it was like putting on an extra layer of "demonic" ghostly armor, this is the scarlet evil that can only be created by killing countless people.

"My Xuanyuan ordered to gather the eight main clans. The great luck is in my hands, and the fate is in my hands. Chi You, you will definitely be defeated!"

Xuanyuan Huangdi's eyes are extremely deep, and his body hides the light of endless wisdom.

The sword of the world in his hand.

It seems to already represent that this world is controlled by him, and he represents the recognized emperor in the world.

The army is pressing down on the border, and the war will start.

At this time, Lin Feng, who came from thousands of years later, stayed out of the matter and wanted to record this "War of Gods and Demons".

(End of this chapter)