"The whole team, the whole team! Fuck it, hurry up, these crazy npcs are really hard to deal with!"

"Come on, it's just a group of militia. Do you still think how tall they are? If this small NPC is smarter, even Xing Tian's four-type super intelligent brain may not be able to take care of it!"

"Damn, a small group, how come there are more than 60 bandits? Is your reconnaissance technique like this?"

"Hurry up, let's talk about this now. The two of us have only thirty-seven militias. First, we divide into eight teams, one seven teams, and thirty are the main attacking teams. My defense is high, so I will be the main general."

Fang Zhiwen looked at the wooden fork in his hand, followed a group of noisy militias dressed like him, heading to the left and then forward, swaying in a daze.

"attack!"

The wooden companions around him handed the wooden fork in their hands forward, but it seemed that they could not reach the hateful bandits opposite. The bandits seemed to be taller than the militia, and they were holding a sharp sword. Fortunately, the knife that the guys waved together just now was in another direction, otherwise...

Fang Zhiwen felt that there were 100,000 bees in his brain buzzing and arguing. He had no idea what the situation was now, why he was holding a wooden fork, what did his outfit mean, what were the monsters opposite, what did the conversations coming from his ear mean...

Hundreds of thousands of bees transformed into hundreds of thousands of whys. It turns out that there are so many hundred thousand of them, so spectacular!

Those big men in ancient costumes, oh, by the way, what's going on with the numbers that appear on the head of the bandit? What's going on with the corpse that fell to the ground and was rotten by the stomach and blood flowing into a river? Why are there fewer and fewer companions around you? Why are there terrifying screams coming from behind?

"Fuck! I'm going to die again. Why is this game so difficult to play? Are we playing games or playing games? I can't get through a level one task after two days. My grass, my grass!!"

"Escape! You can keep a little bit, and go back to do a letter delivery task and save money to buy soldiers!"

"Oh my god, let's go!"

"Ding! The attacking party retreated successfully and the battlefield was lifted."

"Run quickly, run separately, and if you are chased, you will throw away the remaining militia!"

"I understand, run away quickly!"

Only then did Fang Zhiwen see that the two guys wearing leather armor and holding a cross sword in their hands were talking. They looked like Chinese, with dark hair and dark eyes. When they were about to say hello and ask what was going on, but they opened their mouths but couldn't speak. Really, they couldn't make any sound. What was going on?

"Run! Idiot! The militia keep up, run quickly! I really chased me..."

Fang Zhiwen saw the guy holding the sword running while turning back and screaming in horror. His feet were running with him involuntarily. Fang Zhiwen looked at his feet in surprise. Although he wanted to try to let him stop, the strong bandits who were chasing behind him were not good people. Although Fang Zhiwen had already died once, wait, was he dead once? When did he die once?

Fang Zhiwen ran in a daze. In fact, the running movement was not controlled by him. He finally remembered it now. His mind was in chaos just now, and the chaos made him pay attention to the things around him, and forgot the most important thing. Now he finally remembered it. He was dead, absolutely dead. He saw his own body that was blown up with his own eyes!

So what is going on now? Obviously, this seems to be called time travel. At that time, he was playing the legend of the hero in a black Internet cafe. It is said that the number of people online exceeds 100 million. Then he didn't know whether it was a gas explosion or something. Anyway, he was wearing a game helmet and didn't know what the situation was, so he had already left his body. Then he looked at his body unwillingly, and then appeared in this place.

This is not a game of Legend of Heroes, right? Time travel to the game is not uncommon. It is one of the mainstream among the time travel army, but it seems a bit unpleasant to travel to the world with players! What's even more pitiful is that my body should be a militia, but it's just a little more defense, speed and attack than the farmers!?

In other words, it is also called cannon fodder! What is cannon fodder? It means that it will turn gray every time you fight. What will happen if you die in the game? Will you really die in the end? Or will you be resurrected and then turn gray again. Isn’t this more tragic than the death of your life! It’s so sad!

Fang Zhiwen looked up at the player who was already far away. He didn't know what his name was, but when he was chased by a group of more than thirty-five bandits and only five militias were left, throwing away militias with only two points of speed to escape was definitely the right choice. Otherwise, if he died, he would lose a lot of money.

Finally, Fang Zhiwen's lord disappeared from sight, and the five militias instantly became wild soldiers. The troops without their masters were called wild soldiers. More importantly, what would happen to the relationship between wild soldiers? Fang Zhiwen has been playing this game, but he is playing as a player, so he doesn't know what will happen between wild soldiers.

But now he knew that when his master disappeared, his identity became a wild soldier, so he, like his five companions around him, stood there and stopped moving. Obviously, after no longer command, the super intelligent brain was unwilling to pay attention to these irrelevant little soldiers.

Seeing the strong bandits who were continuing to approach not far away, these bandits would clean themselves up with four companions, which not only reduces the computing burden of the super intelligent brain, but also increases the experience of these bandits, killing two birds with one stone.

Fang Zhiwen didn't want to try to be able to resurrect himself. Since his companion no longer wanted to run away, he still wanted to try to escape, or he needed to run away desperately.

Fang Zhiwen used several companions around him to block his body, looked around, and ran straight forward first, which was the direction of his escape just now. Less than fifty meters away, the four militias standing stupidly behind were caught up by bandits. Then, a light yellow cover suddenly formed around the two groups of guys who were colliding. Fang Zhiwen knew that it was the battlefield formed, and when did he wait until he didn't escape at this time!?

Fang Zhiwen changed direction and ran wildly towards the woods on the left. In fact, he tried his best to do his best at the speed of the two points, but he still looked back while running, praying in his heart, hoping that his four fool companions would delay for a while.

Unfortunately, although this wish is beautiful, the possibility of realization is very small. After the basic battlefield is formed, the time spent is only the time for bandits to cross the battlefield. When they reach the range of attack, a dazzling sword light will overwhelm the pitiful four foolish militias. Then, the battlefield will be summarized and the battlefield will be lifted!

Then, the bandits seemed to see something that seemed to have jumped into the bushes not far away. However, the little bandits' eyes were not very good, otherwise their active attack range would not be only a little over one hundred meters. A cunning fish jumped into the bushes, which was more than a hundred meters away from them.

Fang Zhiwen, who rolled into the grass, was breathing heavily. Obviously, his physical strength seemed to have reached its limit. The militia had little physical strength. The daily march was less than ten kilometers. He had just experienced a battle. Now Fang Zhiwen was shaking and slumped in the grass. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was hungry.

He quietly stretched out his head and looked at a group of bandits in the distance through the gaps of the grass leaves. Obviously, the super intelligent brain was not interested in these seemingly powerful small group of bandits. They were at a loss and wandering around for a while, then it seemed that the intelligent brain finally gave an immediate direction, jumping around, and the group of black bandits finally walked away.

Fang Zhiwen took a big breath and breathed desperately. Not to mention, the air was really fresh. In addition to a little bloody smell, it also had a little hot feeling, perhaps because of excessive exercise.

Thinking of the corpses whose bloody stomach and stomach were rotten and whose body and head were separated, Fang Zhiwen retwicked a few more times. Fortunately, he is more concerned about the fact that he travels through time. After being diverted, the dead bodies everywhere just now are not as powerful as that.

After looking around, it seemed that it was safe. Fang Zhiwen finally felt relieved and began to consider his situation. It seemed that he had indeed traveled through time. It seemed that he had indeed become an npc, uh, npc soldier, the smallest type, which was crispier than porcelain, and would be finished with a crackle at any time. Then, would he be reborn?

Keep struggling to survive? Or just die, maybe be reborn again? Maybe traveling through time again? Maybe you can travel to a better place and a better role?

After thinking about it all, Fang Zhiwen completely vented his emotions, and suddenly covered his face and started crying. Why did he die? Why did he travel through time? Why didn’t he see his parents? Why did he become a garbage soldier? Why did he...

No one can understand or resist the magic of fate. The gift of fate is always fair and fair. In front of fate, you are nothing! So, see everything honestly and accept reality!

Although Fang Zhiwen was a waste in his previous life, although he achieved nothing, he also had one of the biggest benefits, that is, he was content with everything and had a strong ability to accept. Since he couldn't figure out what the God of Destiny wanted to do, then live first. Although it was just an NPC, it was also magical and unique. At least not like in his previous life, he was at the bottom of a big country with a huge population and lived a life of eating and waiting for death.

Maybe, what exciting things are waiting for me ahead!?

He raised his hand and looked at his calloused hands, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his skin. His skin was very young, probably not old. He touched his face and hair, and recalled his companions just now. Fang Zhiwen had to admit in despair that he was probably exactly the same as his companions. Why did this intelligent brain cut corners like this? All the militias looked the same!

Suddenly remembering something, Fang Zhiwen looked around and hesitantly reached out and touched down. Fortunately, there was the baby, although they all looked the same, the human body structure was still completely real.

I touched my hungry stomach and wanted to survive, I had to feed my stomach first. You said that this intelligent brain, the environment is exactly the same as the real natural environment! It's really a waste of resources. Even the leaves are not the same. It's so annoying. Are leaves more noble than humans!
Chapter completed!