A trace of cold rain fell on his face, awakening the confused Sucheng.

Where is this?

The eyes were filled with dense military tents, with a listless look on the Ming army, carrying a horse spear and a red armor. In the distance, there was a not-tall earthen wall of the military fort.

Tumu Fort?

Su Cheng patted his head, and the wet iron helmet was quite cold and cool, which made him feel a little more awake.

Is this, traveling through time?

"Su Cheng, Hu San, come in."

A hoarse voice rang in the camp behind him.

The two entered the camp. Su Cheng followed Hu San and saluted several civil servants in the tent, either green or green robes.

"I've seen you guys."

The headed civil servant Li, the green robe, had a chapped lips and a hoarse voice:

"Two warriors are loyal to their duties, let's go and have a rest first."

The two of them thanked Lord Li in the green robe and went to the corner of the camp to rest.

Su Cheng hurried in the corner and sat down, took off his helmet, leaned against the tent, and then began to take a nap.

In my ears were the hoarse but anxious voices of Lord Li and several adults:

"Peace talks are not advisable, the only thing that can be defeated is that we need to seek self-rescue."

"The Emperor will not accept advice"

"It's all the faults of a traitor..."

Amid the noise of several people, Su Cheng closed his eyes.

It's confirmed that this is Tumu Fort, and the Ming Emperor Yingzong Zhu Qizhen led 200,000 Ming troops to fail.

Two hundred thousand troops fled from all directions, with more than seventy thousand dead.

Thinking of the historical records, Su Cheng was nervous. Thirteen of twenty people survived, and I would never be missing.

【Simulation system is being started…】

【Simulation Loading…】

【Does the first simulation be enabled?】

Looking at the interface in front of him, Su Cheng was overjoyed, with golden fingers.

Start the simulation.

The black smoke winds, the interface in front of you changes, and the handwriting is whirling.

【Today's simulation remaining times: 10】

Simulation starts, please select the simulation load node.

Shen time, You time, Xu time, Hai time, Zi time...

This should be from now on to tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Su Cheng thought about it and chose noon tomorrow.

The black smoke winds, and the surrounding scenery changes.

Su Cheng opened his eyes and saw the Ming army around him crying and fleeing, the ground was covered with soldiers and flags, and the Ola cavalry whistled by...

No, Ola cavalry?

The next moment, Su Cheng felt dizzy and saw a headless corpse squirting blood and falling to the ground.

Some look familiar?

A severe pain came from the neck, and Su Cheng's eyes were completely dark.

The surrounding scenery is blurred, and the black smoke is winding and pounding, showing a long string of words.

【You are dead】

[Evaluation: Your luck tomorrow is average, and a soldier with too low force is this way of death]

Sucheng: The small soldiers of the Wujun camp of Jingying

Force: 6

Strategy: 4

Politics: 2

Interior: 3

Su Cheng felt a little ache, and his head was falling off and he was just like luck!

The simulation results are followed by Su Cheng's own data, and all the data disappointed Su Cheng enough.

The data is average, with 6 martial arts, which is a little higher than the five slags of war. He is worthy of being a soldier with too low martial arts value.

If the force is higher, there is hope to escape the scimitar of the Oirat cavalry. If you want to survive on the battlefield, you must have high force.

Ah, yes, luck is also essential.

No, simulate it again.

Su Lu decided that this time the election was not right.

The emulator has no action, just a line of words appears.

[Is there still a person who died at noon?]

There are actually such restrictions!

Su Cheng thought about it, took the simulation time a little forward, and chose to re-simulate.

The black smoke winds, and the scene changes.

Sucheng loaded the simulation scene again.

Thirsty.

My lips were chapped, my throat seemed to be smoking, and my surroundings were in chaos.

This is outside the Tumu Fort, which is dozens of meters away from the Fifteen-mile River. Around it are the Ming army rushing past, throwing their helmets and abandoning their armor.

In the distance, there are Ming troops who bent over and drank water in the river.

The earth shook and the sound of iron hooves.

The Oirat cavalry roared over, and on the first battle horse, the Oirat cavalry waved their steel knives.

Su Cheng flashed and jumped back. A sharp scimitar wiped the breastplate in front of his neck. The wind brought by the blade made Su Cheng's neck get goose bumps.

Very dangerous!

Two war horses charged forward, and the knight on the horse's back slashed the steel knife at the same time. Su Cheng tried hard to twist his body...

【You are dead】

[Reward: Do you think there should be any]

[Evaluation: Another simulation opportunity wasted, the force value on the front battlefield is the guarantee of survival]

Sucheng: The small soldiers of the Wujun camp of Jingying

Force: 6

Strategy: 4

Politics: 2

Interior: 3

This time, Su Cheng did not enter the simulation immediately and touched his neck with his sweaty hands.

Still here, your neck is still there, and it feels so good to be alive.

The force was still too low. He clearly saw the Oirat light cavalry charging, dodged two left and right, avoiding the first scimitar, but not dodging the second and third.

Only by increasing force can we survive on the battlefield.

Continue to simulate.

Su Cheng gritted his teeth. Although the feeling of being beheaded was not good, he would die at noon tomorrow and would find a way to survive before tomorrow.

Turn on simulation.

The black smoke winds, and the scene changes.

At Chen, in Tumu Fort.

Lord Li's voice sounded next to Sucheng:

"Sucheng, my entourage is killed and injured. I hope you can take care of me."
To be continued...