Jiang Hong opened his eyes with difficulty, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, Jiang Hong secretly scolded in his heart, he knew that he wouldn't drink so much wine with those turtle grandsons.

"Damn, the unfamiliar ceiling, it's the same old routine again." Jiang Hong felt that he hadn't woken up yet, closed his eyes and prepared to continue sleeping. After a few seconds, Jiang Hong rolled directly off the bed with a carp. "Damn, it's still an unfamiliar ceiling, this TM doesn't even have a ceiling!"

At the right time, Jiang Hong saw the surroundings clearly through the faint moonlight, this was not his own dilapidated and small rental house at all, stepping on the earth, his nose was overflowing with the fragrance of earth, and there was a burst of snoring in his ears, listening to this loud voice, Jiang Hong was sure to be a mighty man, well~, there was more than one.

After looking around, Jiang Hong felt that this should be a tent, or a military tent, and it was also an ancient military tent. As an old networm who has been on the Internet for nearly ten years, I have also read a lot of novels, although the crossing is outrageous, but at this moment, Jiang Hong has to believe it a little.

Jiang Hong walked into the side shelf, and found that there were several dark marks on the armor placed on it, picked it up and smelled it, Jiang Hong was sure that it was blood, and there were still a few gaps on the knife on the side.

"Damn, it can't really be crossed." Jiang Hong sighed.

After taking a general look at the camp tent, Jiang Hong quietly walked out, Jiang Hong was sure that he had never seen such a big and bright moon since he was a child, of course, these were secondary. The key is that Jiang Hong found himself in the military camp by the moonlight, surrounded by camp tents, and he faintly heard a moan from a distance, which sounded very painful, and a little farther away, the black city wall stood there quietly, like a devouring beast, and a murderous aura came to his face.

Slowly retreating to the camp tent and sitting on the edge of the bed just now, Jiang Hong felt that he needed to calm down, this amount of information was a bit too much, and the CPU couldn't handle it for a while, and there were signs of crashing.

Moreover, looking at this posture, most of them are fighting, for Mao himself to travel to this dangerous time, to a peaceful era, he can also learn from his predecessors, be happy to be a rich man, and change the bad history, isn't it beautiful? But it's come to this point, I just don't know which dynasty I've come to.

After a long time, Jiang Hong tried to whisper twice, system? Call system? Boot? Initiate? Mentor? Guides? teacher？ Grandpa? Father?

After trying countless terms, Jiang Hong finally determined three things, first, he traveled through ancient times, and he didn't know which dynasty it was, and he didn't know if it was some other world. Second, I wasn't pulled into infinite space or something. Third, I don't have a golden finger!! Ma Dan, I don't give a golden finger if I cross it, how can I play this, can I leave the group?

Of course, there is no group to retreat here, but the golden finger still has to be hopeful, in case it will pop out one day, right, there are also many golden fingers that appear the next day or later, Jiang Hong can only comfort himself like this.

Jiang Hong sat on the edge of the bed, he didn't know what to do for a while, he was now completely in a state of blackening his eyes, he didn't know anything, he didn't give any memory, by the way, he forgot to confirm whether he was wearing a soul or a body, the fetal wear was automatically eliminated, he just raised his hands, a sharp pain suddenly hit, Jiang Hong's eyes were black, and he fainted on the bed, before leaving, Jiang Hong's last question, how could his hands have so many calluses.

Unfamiliar feeling, familiar perspective, Jiang Hong only felt dizzy, after a while, Jiang Hong saw everything in front of him clearly, this is a child's body, and the pictures he sees are everything that this child sees.

Hidden in the grass, the heat rushing in my face, and the cries of women and children, laughter and crackling burning were all in my ears.

The dark night sky was dyed red by the fire, and the flames soared as if they were about to burn to the sky, and the barbarian-like army wantonly slaughtered and humiliated the villagers, and frantically snatched everything they felt valuable, and for a long time the village fell silent, except for the sound of the fire and the wanton laughter in the distance.

Jiang Hong sensed that the body slowly crawled out, Jiang Hong felt that he couldn't find the words to describe the human purgatory in front of him, Jiang Hong only felt a wave of anger burning in his chest, very uncomfortable, and tried his best to drag the corpses of his parents into a simple dirt pit, covering the soil, it could only be like this.

The line of sight began to blur, the camera turned, he was lying on the side of the road, an old man walked over, and after a while, he walked back again, sighed, carried Jiang Hong on his back, and took him away.

Then, what Jiang Hong saw was that he followed the old man around, and he experienced the cold and cruelty of this world firsthand, the two of them went around stealing chickens and dogs, and when it was good, they did things for others to cheat some money to spend, and when it was bad, they had to wait for the big families to be kind. The old man also gave himself a name, which is coincidentally not a book, also called Jiang Hong.

I have to say that this old man knows a lot, from all over the world, ancient and modern characters, to have a good time, the old man said that he just lived long enough and saw more.

The old man has taught himself a lot of things, but he is playful by nature, and he has learned all his skills in stealing chickens and dogs, such as picking locks and opening doors, touching other people's money bags, and defrauding outsiders.

That's it, I don't know how long it took, the camera went black again, and then I turned to the battlefield, I was so frightened that my legs trembled, but I was wrapped in a large army and went forward to kill, the enemy's equipment was very simple, the better ones were holding a knife, and the worse ones could only hold wooden sticks and bamboo spears, but they all had one thing in common, they were all wrapped in a yellow cloth on their heads.

Those who looked like fanatical believers, shouting that Huang Tian was dead or something, hit the muzzle of the gun in a daze, he learned from the people around him, raised the gun in his hand, and stabbed forward hard, the man vomited blood, but the devouring essence in his eyes was condensed, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed it fiercely, Jiang Hong seemed to be scared stupid, and he didn't move, but fortunately, a big man next to him came out and slashed down at the hand of the yellow scarf, and the warm scarlet blood at the broken arm sprinkled Jiang Hong's face, and the man grinned at Jiang Hong, Twelve white teeth were exposed, and he slew forward.

Jiang Hong pulled out the gun, the yellow scarf was still struggling, I don't know where the courage came from, so the spear in his hand stabbed the yellow turban's neck, blood gushed out, so cheap that Jiang Hong was covered in blood, until the person next to him grabbed Jiang Hong's hand.

"That's enough." The man said.

Jiang Hong raised his head in a daze, it turned out that it was over, this small batch of yellow scarves was not worth mentioning at all except for a few fanatical believers, they were purely peasants wearing a yellow scarf, the Han army solved it with a charge, and many soldiers were checking the corpses one by one, and they directly made up for the dead ones.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, scarlet blood dripped down his face, the whole world seemed to turn red, and bursts of painful moans came into his ears, that day, Jiang Hong vomited so much that he couldn't eat for a few days, and many recruits were like Jiang Hong, and the veterans had long been accustomed to this.

The army was like a bamboo, and Jiang Hong also became a qualified soldier, until that day, the army led by Zhu Jun was ambushed and defeated by the Yellow Turban, and he had no choice but to push back and retreat to this city.

Jiang Hong slowly opened his eyes, he lay quietly on the bed, looking back at the picture he saw, everything was understood, his main general was called Huangfu Song, the enemy army outside was the Yellow Turban, this is the Changshe, here, it is the Three Kingdoms.