"Where is this?"

Wu Chen looked around and asked himself blankly.

He was in the middle of a square of more than 200 people, surrounded by a group of men with frost and frosty faces, fear and tension. They all have all ages, including white-haired, thin and dry old men, and young men with tender faces, fear and excitement, and trembling. Their hands were clasped with a slender wooden stick, and a diamond-shaped rusty metal piece tied to the top of the stick.

Is this a spear or a spear?

The long wooden stick in his hand still had traces of cutting the knife and axe. He could still detect burrs and unevenness in his palm. The tip of the spear (just treat it as a spear) swayed left and right because of his absence, and accidentally poked the buttocks of a strong man in front of him.

"Damn it, Figo, I'm going to take you..."

The strong man turned around and wanted to settle the score with Wu Chen. A slightly normal soldier outside the queue (he was wearing simple leather armor and a strange-looking helmet) squeezed in fiercely. The long sword in his hand emitted a frightening cold light. The strong man immediately turned around like a frightened rabbit.

"You idiots, pigs, dare to move around again and speak, I swear, I will cut your stomach, pull your intestines out, and then tie it to your neck, and pull it hard~~"

The threat of the soldier's lowered voice made everyone silent. Even Wu Chen, who could not figure out the situation, corrected his spear like the people around him. The soldier's slender and vicious eyes were patrolling majestic on everyone's face. At this moment, a huge cheer suddenly came from the opposite side.

“Ula~~~”

Wu Chen's whole body shook. Looking around, there was also a neat array of spears a hundred meters away from the front of the queue. Next to the array, a brightly decorated and fancy knight instigated the war horse and trotted leisurely and came out.

"All pay attention, all pay attention..."

The reminder shouts came from Wu Chen's all directions, and a light horse hooves sounded from behind him. A similarly dressed knight appeared next to his own array. The distance was very close, and Wu Chen could see his appearance and outfit.

He was wearing a boat-shaped red hat with a colorful feather inserted at the edge of the hat. His top was slim and smooth and thick, like leather or some unknown fabric cut. The color was sky blue, the collar was high, the two rows of buttons on his chest were shining golden, the cuffs and the edges of the hem of the clothes were embroidered with cumbersome lace textures, and the lower body was a short skirt that looked like a stamen. The skirt only covered the center of the thigh, and various colorful colors, petals and feathers dotted between them. Under the skirt, the fluffy and tightened light gold pants tightened down firmly pierced into the long horse boots.

"What the hell is this?"

Wu Chen was simply inexplicable.

"Lord, Lord, Lord..."

The excited muttering around him gave him the answer, and Wu Chen shook his head secretly. The lord's taste is really strong.

"Is it a dream?"

He began to recall.

The noisy and embarrassing class reunion, I forced myself to laugh, pretend to be free and easy, and I came one cup after another, blowing one bottle at a time... Finally, I finally got drunk and got home, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

"What a dream!"

With an explanation, Wu Chen felt at ease, and as soon as the tension faded, he felt the mood to look around.

"Everyone shouted to me... Ula~~"

"Ula~~"

Wu Chen opened his mouth and said "Wula~" to his mouth and swallowed it again. He felt a little funny. Besides, it was just a dream. Fortunately, no one could see that he was just filling in the numbers at this time. Amid the cheers of Wula, the two nobles (dressed exactly the same style) met in the middle of the array on both sides...

Wu Chen looked at each other with great interest. Under the eyes of the two armies, the two politely performed a strange and pleasing manner on the horse's back, but soon they became quarrel like two proud "roosters". Combined with the current tense, Wu Chen made up a few words...

"You come here, I can't kill you..."

"Grandson~~, I'm still afraid that you won't be able to do it?"

"Mom, if you have a genital, come~"

"Come on, wait for me~~"

Wu Chen wanted to laugh, but endured it very hard.

The lord master was back, and Wu Chen's gaze followed him and looked back. Behind the spear formation, a team of twenty or thirty knights stood solemnly. Compared to the shabby people on both sides, these knights were all covered in exquisite armor, majestic and imposing on the horse's back. The knights at the front were particularly heavy and majestic. Seeing him stepping forward, he felt a solemn momentum as strong as a mountain and a sharp sense of déjà…

"Note~~~~"

Wu Chen quickly turned around, and the atmosphere of the entire square formation suddenly tightened. Everyone subconsciously clasped the weapons in their hands. The dense spear tips were trembling slightly, and the nervous sound of swallowing saliva came from both sides...

"go ahead!"

With a hoarse command, the leather soldier shouted fiercely:

"……formation!"

“…Come on!”

"...pig trick!".

The square formation moved, causing Wu Chen to step in a daze in the queue.

Hundreds of feet stepped on the ground, and although the sound was not very neat, it was also very majestic.

This sense of support for being in the big group, as well as the excitement and fear before the battle, intertwined, and has a strong infectious power.

Wu Chen saw that his young faces gradually became rosy, and even his own spear began to tremble, his body began to distort, his breathing became rapid, his eyes stared at the opposite square formation, and an emotion stirred in his chest, making him just want to scream loudly...

As we are approaching, we are getting closer, the dense spears on both sides are like two hedgehogs that are constantly approaching. The breathing is getting faster and faster. The spears held in both hands become sweaty. You have to use all your strength to hold them tightly...

At this time, Wu Chen forgot everything, this strange "dream", this language that he could understand but had never been exposed to, this obviously young and small body, the lush and unusually unfamiliar vegetation under his feet, the strange primitive jungle on the right, and the huge flowers on the edge that were extremely shocking.

Also, why is this dream so real? The smell in the air, the firmness of the feet on the ground, the burrs of the spear pierced the surface of the skin, the bleeding, and the slight pain is so clear...
Chapter completed!