It seems that at this time, the Yellow Turban Army is powerful, with personnel all over Bazhou, and hundreds of thousands of clouds, but now Zhang Jiao is only surrounded by soldiers and horses from Deng Mao and Zhou Cang, plus some of his original descendants and local people, there are almost 30,000 people~

But if you want to rebel and send troops to the eastern capital, this bit of soldiers and horses is definitely not enough. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info So his first thing to do is to open up the main roads in Jizhou, and connect the soldiers and horses of the Yellow Turban Army operating in Jizhou into a general trend! In this way, he can gather a large army to expedition to the eastern capital and set up a great cause for thousands of years!

Well, having said so much, it is to show that now Han Yuan is a small revolutionary soldier of the Yellow Turban Army, but he is now going to follow Qu Shuai Deng Mao to attack Quyang and connect Cheng Yuanzhi's troops who are active in Changshan.

……

"Dog, it's been chaotic these two days, what's wrong?"

On the march, a young man dressed similarly to Han Yuan gently patted Han Yuan's shoulder with his hand and asked.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just a little tired~"

After Han Yuan, who was stunned, was slapped by this person, he raised his head and replied with a mouthful of big white teeth, but then he muttered dissatisfiedly, "Li San'er, didn't you tell you, you will call me by my name in the future, and if you call it like this again, don't blame me for not treating you as a brother~"

"Good, good, good! My Mr. Han Yuan, are you satisfied now! ”

The young man was not annoyed when he heard this, and immediately pretended to make a mockery and shouted in a strange voice.

"You, you, I'll tell you Li San'er, now that we are not in the village, we must be careful and careful in doing things, and in the future, we must be cautious!"

After listening to Li San'er's strange words, Han Yuan didn't say anything, but just nagged him twice.

At this time, Mr. is naturally the title of those children of the family, that is, cultured people, like Li San'er, who screams like this, and when those arrogant people hear it, there will be problems.

Looking at the brother from the same village in front of him, Han Yuan sighed silently, in the future, where should he go?

……

Walked to Han Yuan, who was on a high slope, and looked down, above the vast and boundless field, the pennants were all over the sky, and the yellow turban army of different shades and shades was tied to his head.

It's a pity that at this moment, the powerful Yellow Turban Army, which is fierce and represents the people's representative party, finally took the old road of peasant uprising, and in the end could not escape the fate of falling apart, and became a group of bandits wandering in the mountains.

"Alas, it seems that today's Yellow Turban Army is violently trying to make this world repeated, but what is the result? Could it be that I, Han Yuan, finally crossed over once, lived in this Yellow Turban Bandit for a while, and then was killed by Huangfu Song and became a Jingguan? ”

Han Yuan, who sighed, couldn't sleep well in the past few days, and he couldn't let go of his heart, and he intuitively felt that his life in the Three Kingdoms might be completely over at some point on the way to the charge of the officers and soldiers.

After getting to know the simple and honest Li San'er next to him, a brother who came out of a village, Han Yuan found that he now had no way out except to follow the Yellow Turban Army.

The old father and mother of the family have gone early because of this famine, and the only sister has long been married to Hanoi and does not know where to go, and now he can only have a bite to eat with this Yellow Turban Army, so that he can live one more day, otherwise, he will either be starved to death at home, or he will be taken captive by the strongmen who haunt the mountains and forests to make 'dry food'~!

"Hehe, good family, good family~! To be an ordinary Han soldier, there is still this prerequisite, which makes me Han Yuan~! How is it~! ”

In this cannibalistic era of the late Han Dynasty, the identity of a mere good family limited Han Yuan's path to join the army.

His father died early, and the family property was quickly defeated, and the sisters and brothers relied on their mother's short-term jobs to support them, and they were rich or not, not to mention anything, so Han Yuan, who was born almost at the bottom, could only toss again with the rolling tide of yellow scarves, so that he could ensure that he would not be starved to death~!

All he wants now is not to starve to death~! Even now, they are not the elite soldiers of the Yellow Turbans, they only serve one meal a day, and this meal is just a palm-sized wild vegetable cake with a thin soup that can't be seen with rice grains.

That's enough~!

……

"Da

A crisp and dense sound of horses' hooves sounded in Han Yuan's ears.

"Cavalry??"

Meng Li, who had round eyes, looked at the top cavalry among the arms of the Yellow Turban Army and was stunned, Han Yuan, who had always seen hot weapons in various literary works and films, still couldn't understand the hegemony of the cavalry in this cold weapon era for a while.

"Brother Yuanzi, dodge quickly~!"

At the moment when Han Yuan was stunned, there was suddenly a strong surge on his shoulder, which made Han Yuan stumble back a few steps.

At the moment when Han Yuan was just pulled away, more than a dozen cavalrymen just rubbed past him, and the cavalry on the tall horse continued to run forward without looking.

"It's dangerous~!"

Han Yuan, who had just sighed that he had almost had a 'horse accident', and then a wave of anger surged into his heart, is my life so worthless~! Let's not talk about whether you saw me between the runs, at least you should take a look at the moment when you just passed~! But what does it mean to ignore it?

"Brother Yuanzi~!"

Just when Han Yuan couldn't help but tighten the pickaxe in his hand and wanted to catch up and ask for clarification, Li San'er, who was familiar with his temperament next to him, hurriedly hugged Han Yuan, who had been a little wrong in his brain these days, and watched him exhale like a cow, kicking his big red eyes and wanting to get angry, Li San'er clenched his arms hard while shouting softly in Han Yuan's ear.

Catch up, only dead ears~!

"Huhuhuhu~"

Han Yuan, who was panting continuously, finally suppressed the anger in his heart, looking at the situation where he was running all the way, without avoiding the crowd, but instead the crowd was staggering to avoid the group of knights, and reason occupied the dominant position in his body.

Here, it is not the Great China that is preaching peace and justice, but the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, which is full of dirty means and filthy blood, both on the surface and secretly~! That Yizi cannibalism, the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty where people eat people~!

If you want to live and live well, status, means, soldiers and horses, you can't do any of them!

At this moment, Han Yuan transformed all the boundless anger in his heart into desire, the desire to enjoy life by stepping on a stump, pillowing on an endless sea of blood, and then laughing in heaven~!