Qin Chuan had a dream that he was carrying a large blade and killing seven in and seven out of hundreds of ancient bandits.

It's a feeling that I don't want to want.

But when he woke up, he felt a burning pain all over his body, especially the position of his chest, so painful that he couldn't even feel his chest.

The eyelids were like lead, and they couldn't open them at all.

Someone next to me said strange things in a strange dialect, such as:

"The big boss is running out of gas, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? When he is out of gas, let's bury him, build a big grave, and the scenery is beautiful. ”

"You can't pile up a big grave, Zijinliang's gang is digging graves everywhere to get silver, what if that gang uses the grave of the big boss as the tomb of a dignitary and digs out his body? The big boss still has to settle accounts with us in the middle of the night? ”

"Will the big boss's meat be boiled and eaten by those homeless people?"

"I'll cook your mother's good, the big boss is not dead yet, you group of killers are itchy, come and scratch Lao Tzu with a knife."

Qin Chuan listened and listened, and unconsciously fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he heard the strange dialect again:

"Strategist, the brothers are not lightly injured, and they have nothing to eat in this ghost place, you can quickly get an idea, should we go to Zijinliang or Bashan Tiger?"

"Don't be in a hurry with the three masters, there are poems that say, the mountains and rivers are doubtful, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village ......"

"Strategist, we're all starving to death, so don't chant poetry."

"Ahem...... The big boss said, we are a group of wolves, Zijinliang's gang are sheep who eat people and don't spit out bones, wolves and sheep can't mix together, and the Bashan Tigers of Huangcong Mountain are all bandits like us, so we can vote for the Bashan Tigers. ”

"Okay, brothers, let's go up to Huangcong Mountain."

Qin Chuan felt that he was being lifted up, swaying and bumping, and his body hurt terribly.

I can't open my eyelids, and I can't see the environment around me at all.

I wanted to open my mouth to curse, but my throat was so dry and hoarse.

He didn't know what was going on, he had been sleeping in the rental house, and he woke up in such a state of pain and weakness that he was about to die.

He only knew that the big boss in the mouth of those people was himself.

Because, someone is coming up to him, suffocating bad breath, calling over and over again: "The big boss, the big boss......"

Qin Chuan felt that he couldn't breathe, and fainted again.

When he woke up again, he could finally open his slimy, heavy eyelids that looked like they had been filled with lead.

I saw that the top of my head was a roof of branches and thatch, and under my body was thatch, surrounded by dry loess walls.

He was wrapped in various rags like a mummy, and his body was covered in blood, especially the large bloody dark red on his chest, and there were bursts of piercing pain.

"Wake up, the big boss is awake, the big boss is awake......"

A half-grown boy as thin as a monkey approached him, let out a suffocating halt, and looked at him with two big, round eyes that were too thin.

Qin Chuan wanted to slap him away, but he couldn't lift up a trace of strength.

A group of ragged and bloodstained men rushed in and crowded in front of him, looking at him like monsters.

There are big men with big cheeks staring at the eyes of a leopard with copper bells, there are little old men grinning with big yellow teeth, and there are scholars with fair skins and elegant manners.

"Quick, bring a bowl of water to the big boss." The cheeky man said suddenly.

The group of tattered people rushed out.

Qin Chuan didn't understand, just taking a bowl of water, could he use it to go to so many people?

Under the tattered stars and moon, the little old man with big yellow teeth brought a bowl of water.

After taking a sip of cold water, Qin Chuan felt better, and tried to open his mouth: "Where is this?" ”

"Huang Cong Mountain."

"Where?"

"It is Huangcong Mountain in the Luliang Mountains west of Taiyuan, where Bashan Tiger has set up a big village."

Qin Chuan was stunned: "Why am I here?" ”

"Big boss, our stockade is broken, come here...... It was the Bashan Tiger who came. ”

What? Stockade? Bashan Tiger?

Qin Chuan remembered the words he heard in his coma.

"What year is it?"

"The eighth day of the eighth month of the fifth year of Chongzhen."

"What?"

"The eighth day of the eighth month of the fifth year of Chongzhen."

Qin Chuan opened his mouth, blinked his eyes, and couldn't say a word.

He found that he had a lot of memories in his mind that didn't belong to him, which made his head big for a while.

In the middle of the ring, he closed his eyes and fainted again.

In a daze, he heard someone ask: "Strategist, shouldn't the big boss be stupid?" ”

"You're fucking stupid!"

"Don't worry, the big boss is just waking up from a serious injury, and he is not conscious, nothing serious, nothing serious."

……

After waking up again, Qin Chuan figured out one thing: he had crossed over.

The original owner of this body was a bandit leader, also called Qin Chuan, who was the king of Jiuji Mountain, and had more than 300 subordinates, all of whom were powerful bandits.

A few days ago, a group of hundreds of rogues went to Jiuji Mountain, wanting to invite him to join him to join the Zijin Liang and other giants, and do great things together to fight the world.

He didn't agree, because he looked down on those rogues who ate people and didn't spit out bones.

As a result, the gang of rogues turned their faces, and 700 men and horses surrounded the cottage and attacked fiercely, and the second leader in the village also brought dozens of people to fight against the water, and joined the rogues and caught him off guard.

In the end, the village was breached by the other party, and only more than 30 of the most fierce and loyal subordinates fought him out of the encirclement, and he was seriously injured and died, and was put on by the unlucky ghost Qin Chuan in modern times.

Qin Chuan felt that he was really unlucky, others were either wearing it on the stupid son of the landlord's family, or on the emperor or the crown prince.

And he, dressed as a down-and-out thief, lived in a nest, ate millet porridge that was so thin that he could show his shadow, and a half-grown boy who was as thin as a monkey smoked him with bad breath all day long.

Before the crossing, he was poor, but after the crossing, he was still poor, which made him a little difficult to accept.

For several days, Qin Chuan was silent all day long, digesting this fact while thinking about what to do in the future.

It is now the fifth year of Chongzhen, and the internal rogue of the Ming Dynasty is everywhere, and the outside of the Houjin Tiger is eyeing it, and several plundering and slaughtering in the Central Plains, accumulating strength, until Li Hongji overthrows the Ming Dynasty, Huang Taiji will take advantage of the situation to enter the customs and slaughter all the way from north to south.

Until all Han Chinese shaved their hair, leaving only a money rat tail.

Qin Chuan didn't want to shave his head, that money rat tail was too ugly.

Seeing that he was hiding in the ground all day long and sighing, as if he had changed as a different person, he couldn't even speak, and the eyes of those subordinates looking at him gradually changed.

Some people say that after the first battle of Jiuji Mountain, he, the big boss, was abolished.

was ...... by the three masters Luo Da Niu It was after the big man who looked similar to Zhang Fei beat the man violently that no one dared to chew the root of his tongue anymore.

Qin Chuan knew that the life of his subordinates was not easy.

Bashanhu actually didn't want to accept them, because these people were not lightly injured one by one, and they were destined to eat and drink in the village for a long time, but they didn't want to spoil Bashanhu's reputation as a good man for his righteousness and wealth, and finally took them in.

The thieves of Huangcong Mountain saw that they couldn't even keep their own villages, all of them were covered with scales and lifeless, and they looked down on them coldly as soon as they entered the door.

Qin Chuan's gang of people are all old bandits, who are used to acting as powerful and blessed on weekdays, where can they stand the anger, they will fight with the people of Huang Congshan on the spot.

If Qin Chuan hadn't been afraid that he would be hacked to death, so he stopped his subordinates in time, I'm afraid that the two gangs would have been killed in the dark.

Since then, the two sides have fought at two ends for three days, and almost killed several times, and the people of Huangcongshan have become more and more unwelcome to see them, and even the food has become more and more thin.

The people of Jiuji Mountain held their breath every day, and Qin Chuan could see that they were on the verge of breaking out.

If you don't do something as soon as possible, these bandits who were born and died together will definitely disperse in a short time.

It's time to think of another way out.