In a trance, Wang Bo's consciousness gradually returned to his body.

As soon as I became conscious, my brain picked up an indescribable stench.

There is no washing all year round, hormones and sweat, and there is even a hint of the mixed fishy smell of bark and grass roots.

Before the smell was parsed by the brain circuit, a thin figure crashed into Wang Bo.

"Oops!"

The figure was very thin, and there was a feeling of being awkward when it hit the body, and through the gaps in the clothes that flashed by, Wang Bo even saw rows of neat rib contours on the skin.

The next moment, it was as if hearing and sight were opened.

Wang Bo let go of his gaze, and his eyes were full of dense people.

The clothes are tattered, barely covering the body, and the whole shows a sallow and vegetable color that has never been seen before.

There was nothing regular, long shirts and short coats, barefoot and broken shoes, the exposed skin was full of outlines of bones, and there were all kinds of 'weapons' in his hands.

It stands to reason that this kind of crowd would seem chaotic even if no one spoke, but these people...

How to describe it?

Wang Bo is just an ordinary person and has never seen any big scenes.

These people obviously looked like refugees, but the 'calmness' in their eyes made Wang Bo sweat a little.

Dead silence, oppression, and a hint of madness hidden in the depths of the eyes.

At any time, he will destroy others, or himself.

The weapons were rudimentary, just some hoes, sticks, bamboo poles, and even some people holding stones.

The only thing in common is probably that everyone has a piece or a yellow cloth strap tied around their heads.

Wang Bo didn't dare to stop at all, and he didn't dare to ask anything, these people were not normal at first glance.

The most important thing is that when Wang Bo was conscious, he was one of them, and he was also holding a sharpened wooden stick tightly in his hand.

The sticks were rough and smelled of bark.

After walking for a while, Wang Bo gradually saw the surrounding situation clearly.

In addition to the large number of refugees, it was surrounded by a group of horseback cavalry.

The cavalrymen were all gold-clad and armed with iron weapons, spears and broadswords, and even some bows and arrows.

Whether it is mental outlook or physical state, all of them exceed the normal soldiers, but the number is a little small.

"Knock~!! Boom~!!! ”

Wang Bo was thinking about how to quietly break away from the crowd, and a heavy drum sounded almost simultaneously in front and behind.

The team slowly stopped, and the expressions of the crowd began to gradually change, like boiling water, and their eyes were a little red.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Wang Bo clutched the wooden stick tightly, his breathing was a little short, and the appearance of the people around him looked too scary.

"What the hell happened to me? Isn't it dead? ”

The memory of death is so clear, the palpitation of slowly sinking into the mud, struggling to breathe the last breath of air, the desire to survive that seems to burst out of the throat, are all vivid.

Even the memories after death are faintly remembered.

It seems that the white snake that scared him, what kind of position is the day wandering god in the palace of Hades, he was lazy and playing, but he didn't expect to be touched by himself on a picnic, and he accidentally fell into the water and drowned.

That day, the wandering god didn't want his laziness to be revealed, so he instigated the controller of reincarnation and threw himself into the dark whirlpool casually, and then woke up to this strange place.

The drums gradually stopped, and the crowd was faintly restless and a little afraid.

Many people shrunk and squeezed as deep into the crowd as they could.

Wang Bo didn't know why, and in the gap of the chaotic crowd, he saw the situation ahead.

"It's. . . This is a war?! ”

Although it was only a sporadic picture, the lineup on the opposite side with neat armor and spears could still be seen clearly.

Comparing the numbers and equipment of the two sides, coupled with the Yellow Turban cavalry wandering around the crowd, a very bad idea came out of Wang Bo's mind: "Difficult.. Could it be..."

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!!"

The deafening shouts swept through the crowd like a wave, and the panic and fear in the eyes of the crowd seemed to be washed away, and all was replaced by overflowing madness and fanaticism.

"This is the damn Three Kingdoms!!"

Listening to the fanatical shout, Wang Bo instantly realized.

He never felt that the Three Kingdoms was a good era, maybe there were many heroes in this era, maybe this era was magnificent.

But this era is also an era when human life is like grass mustard, not as good as Taiping dogs.

Famine, warlords fighting, suffering, and death are only common people.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!! ”

The sound of gongs that resounded in the rear exploded, accompanied by bursts of shouting and urging, and the crowd shouted as if they had been driven to the shelves, or rather howled, and pounced on the opposite side.

It's not that these refugees like to die, except for a few fanatics, most of them are ordinary people who have been forcibly coerced.

In addition to the shouts of killing in the rear, there were also strong Yellow Turban soldiers with sharp blades in their hands.

The slightest pause or retreat, and the sharp blade will be stained with blood.

Wang Bo mixed in the crowd, looking at the crazy appearance of the people around him like trapped beasts, and his heart felt cold.

Wang Bo didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die for the slogan of "the sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand".

The pushing and crowding of the people in the rear became more and more anxious, Wang Bo gritted his teeth and squeezed forward quickly.

It is impossible to shrink back, the general trend is the same, and you can only rush forward.

But Wang Bo didn't want to die, so he could only pick up the gap in the crowd that occasionally appeared in front of him.

Everyone else rushed forward, but Wang Bo moved in the direction of the right along the gap, the amplitude was not too large, and when he was still more than ten meters away from moving to the edge, the shouting and killing sound in front of him suddenly rose, and more screams and wails broke out!

"Engaged !!"

Wang Bo had a clear concept, and instantly arched his shoulders and shrunk his back, and his entire body was hidden behind the people in front of him.

As soon as Wang Bo shrank down, he heard a dense "whoosh" sound rushing through the air.

"Poof!!"

As if he had punctured a water bladder, the refugee in front of him was shot through the chest by an arrow, and a large area of blood splattered, and even some blood fell on Wang Bo's face.

Wang Bo looked at the arrow that pierced the other party's body, his throat was tingling, and he couldn't control his nausea and wanted to vomit.

"Can't spit on!!"

Holding back the feeling of vomiting, Wang Bo burst out with a strong desire to survive when he was dying.

He held the stick in one hand and propped it up on the refugee with the other, looking as if he had grabbed a humanoid shield.

The refugee died after only a few breaths, but the body he left behind became a good protection mechanism.

With the gap, Wang Bo couldn't hold back anymore and vomited.

Spit out the things, Wang Bo also recovered a little, and was about to take a look at the situation, when there was a sudden thunderous sound of horses' hooves in front of him!

As a modern person, Wang Bo is of course very aware of the advantages of cavalry over infantry, and the collective charge in Lord of the Rings left a deep impression on Wang Bo.

Coupled with the rain of arrows before, it is estimated that it is only a matter of time before the Yellow Turbans are defeated.

Hearing the sound of galloping horses' hooves, Wang Bo immediately made the right choice again, and his body pounced forward, and the body with arrows stuck in the shield also pressed on Wang Bo's body.