The red of Xiao killing, the scattered variegated color.

The two colors met in the wilderness like tofu blocks.

A neat piece with straight edges and corners.

A piece is like tofu dregs, crooked and twisted, pulling into an ugly oval spot.

On one side is the clear-cut official army, and on the other side is the noisy homeless army.

Liu Qing stood in the middle of the exile army, looking at the officers and soldiers opposite from afar, who were only a few thousand people, and couldn't help but flash a touch of melancholy in his heart.

It's been two years since I came to this world, and the self-confidence and pride of the traverser have all been shattered by reality.

At the beginning of the arrival, Liu Qing changed to a younger body, but that body was so skinny that he was about to starve to death.

It was Lian Shou who saved himself and gave him a bite to eat, so that he survived with difficulty.

Look around, all of them are homeless people with yellow muscles and no clothes. If you put down those rudimentary weapons, you are actually just a group of refugees.

The composition of the displaced people is very complicated, there are refugees fleeing the famine, there are also green-skinned ruffians who are mixed in to do evil, and there are even some hot-blooded young people who think about the good wishes of Kuang Fu Sheji.

Along the way, a lot of people fell, and more people joined in.

In fact, the aspirations of this group of displaced people are not complicated, they just want to live.

Speaking of which, it is also the emperors of this generation who are unlucky.

The current emperor is not a historical figure that Liu Qing is familiar with.

After some inquiry, Liu Qing knew the general historical trend of this world, and from the Tang Dynasty onwards, it was completely deviated.

During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, history was very different, and several heroic warlords emerged, and the chaotic world was integrated by them.

After that, another two hundred years, it was overthrown, a new dynasty was established, and it was overthrown again, and it became the current Jiaxi Emperor. Extrapolated, it was almost the Ming Dynasty.

Several emperors of the same dynasty were still working hard, but when they arrived at Emperor Jiaxi, they may have felt that they were too reluctant before, or they felt that the accumulation was enough.

Originally, it was just like this, and the people could still continue to let the emperor go, but the disaster gave the emperor the final blow.

First, there was the locust plague, and local officials did not report the disaster, preferring the people to starve to death rather than have their political achievements tarnished.

A large number of refugees appeared.

The following year, a 100-year drought occurred.

This time I didn't dare to hide it, and the imperial court also opened a warehouse to release grain.

But when the towering warehouse was opened, not even a tenth of the grain could be found.

As for where did the grain go? This is a question that has plagued the people for thousands of years, so I won't say much about it here.

This bit of food could not be used for disaster relief, and even the white porridge promised every day appeared once every three days, or even once every four days, and it was the kind of white soup that could not even see the grains of rice.

What to do? Starve to death? Or go out and find a way out?

Gradually, small groups of refugees began to come together.

At first, they didn't dare to go against the government, they were like rats, they just wanted to live.

But in an accident, the displaced people broke out.

In addition to driving away, those imperial court troops who were on a vegetarian diet would also take the opportunity to exploit the little property of the homeless, and even do some unscrupulous things to women.

couldn't live anymore, and after being bullied like this, the homeless people completely resisted.

The red-eyed homeless people, armed with hoes and sticks, rushed towards the officers and soldiers.

was originally holding the idea of death, but the ending was shocking and even incomprehensible.

Thousands of displaced people were shocked, and the same number of officers and troops were washed away like a bubble.

Their ugly crying father and mother's ugly state was discovered by the homeless, and the homeless people began to be excited, from fighting to the death to driving away the defeated soldiers.

In this way, the ranks of the displaced began to grow at an incredible rate.

After several confrontations, the officers and soldiers could not even resist the impact of an ordinary battle formation.

After many times, the homeless people gradually figured out the details of the imperial army, which was completely a group of silver pewter spearheads, which was useless.

The displaced people are powerful, and the officials and soldiers have become turtles with shrunken heads.

Occupy the land is king, nuisance to the good people, because the internal personnel of the displaced people are complicated, and there are often some rat droppings, so the reputation is gradually stinking.

It was a stalemate, and seven years passed.

It has been two years since Liu Qing joined, from the initial blank paper to the current black ink, Liu Qing has experienced a change in the adaptability of modern people.

Ruthless and careful.

This is the foundation of Liu Qing's foothold.

Coupled with literacy, even the geometric algebra of those nine years of compulsory education has become a capital that surprises and amazes people.

Most of the displaced people are basically illiterate except for their names, and if they were literate, it is estimated that they would not have fallen into such a state.

Therefore, Liu Qing's ability gradually became prominent, and he became the second person under the company.

Rubbing the weapon in his hand, Liu Qing looked up at the sky.

The sun was like a sheep being driven, and a layer of black clouds hung over the sky.

The air was a little stuffy, and in the distant clouds, there was a faint flash of electricity.

Retracting his gaze, I don't know what's wrong, since he saw the officers and soldiers opposite, Liu Qing was uneasy, and felt as if a big stone had been pressed on his chest, which made him a little breathless.

It's a pity that the people around him still look relaxed, and they don't care about the group of officers and soldiers who only have a few thousand people at all.

You must know that with the same number, or even more than twice the number of officers and troops, they have all won battles, let alone a small phalanx of only a few thousand people.

Although your own weapons and equipment are very rudimentary, but there are a lot of them, can tens of thousands of people still win a few thousand? That's no joke.

But Liu Qing, who is familiar with history, doesn't think so.

The number of people is very important, but the real elite soldiers are not as simple as one plus one.

Especially when these elite soldiers become a phalanx, the power is...

Thinking of this, Liu Qing couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

It is impossible for the large exile formation to listen to Liu Qing's warnings and reminders.

Their group is just a small group of displaced people.

Liu Qing was still thinking nonsense, but in the direction of the officers and troops opposite, there was a sudden sound of golden drums.

"It's going to be a fight!"

With this thought flashing in his heart, Liu Qing couldn't help but lean over and take a cool breath.

It was a sea of red, delicate to the last detail, and the curling waves were brewing with terrifying murderous intent.

The footsteps shook the earth, like a torrent, pressing down on the Wandering Army.

They are well-coordinated and well-armed, with demon-like masks on their faces, and only emotionless eyes can be seen.

Archers, cavalry, infantry ... Although it is only a phalanx of a few thousand people, the troops are diverse and complex, and they can face almost any situation.

Liu Qingzheng was amazed at the strength and sophistication of the enemy, but a burst of laughter suddenly came from not far away: "Hmph! These officers and soldiers are just like goods, they will definitely disperse as soon as they rush, and they are all wax gun heads!! ”

Liu Qing looked back and saw that it was a big black man, looking at the official and military phalanx with disdain and mocking.

The black man's name is Wang Heng, he dares to fight and kill, and he has the strength to be the number one person.

Seeing Liu Qingwang coming, Wang Heng immediately closed his voice, not daring to chew his tongue indiscriminately.