"Life healing."

In the pile of bones of the dead all over the mountains, a burly man with broken armor, red all over his body, and many sword wounds on his body, carrying an ordinary cowhide longbow, holding the red cherry spear in his right hand, almost exhausted his feeding strength, he could only hold the ground, and silently recited a secret book in his mouth.

A miracle happened, and a barely visible divine light pierced through his body from the top of his head. Just like bathing in the sun, the next moment, dozens of wounds on Dahan's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the torn wounds kept moving, and finally they were exactly the same. Dahan did not get better because of the treatment of his body, but the world whirled for a while, and finally his eyes went black and he fainted again.

When I woke up again, it was already dark, the bright moonlight was shining on the earth like mercury, and the only silence around me was the sound of the north wind whistling by.

"Damn, when is this going to be a head. Lao Tzu has been wounded for the seventh time on the battlefield and pretended to be dead. Dahan woke up this time, his spirit was obviously much better, but his face was extremely pale, and his steps were slightly staggering, he looked around, countless corpses were lying in all directions, in the white moonlight, like hell on earth.

"Mud horses, people have traveled to the Three Kingdoms, which is not a tiger's body, the spirit of Wang Ba is rolling in, countless famous generals are crying and shouting to be a little brother, and countless beauties have to stick their faces upside down. How can it be your turn to carry it like this. I have been in this world for almost half a year, and I finally got mixed up with a general, and I returned to the pre-liberation period overnight, and became a bald commander again. The big man spat hatefully and muttered to himself.

The name of the Han is He Chen, and he was originally a migrant worker with no money, no power, and no house in the 21st century. After being hacked by a woman again, he was very drunk, and the more he thought about it when he went home, the more angry he became, and he smashed the computer that was not turned off, but when he woke up the next day, he found that he had crossed into this dangerous world.

This is the early spring of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the early spring of 186 AD, the Han family was weakened, the yellow turban was in chaos, the princes rose together, and the heroes competed for the deer.

If you cross over to the family gate, or the heirs of the princes, then forget it, then you know that the soul is possessed by a grassroots people, but this people are desperate and forced to join the Yellow Turban soldiers and become an ordinary cannon fodder.

Mu has a way, in order to survive, Xiao Chen began a tragic outlaw career.

Although he is tall and big, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he is also a little courageous, but in the face of the era of flesh and blood flying and treating human life as a mustard, he is still afraid and frightened, and he is ready to camp step by step. It was difficult to rely on a little flexibility in my mind to get through the months obscenely. Among them, fake death and escape have become his only magic weapon to save his life.

Don't laugh at He Chen's timidity and fear of death, no one cherishes his current different life path more than him.

The only thing that made He Chen feel relieved was that crossing into this world was not empty-handed. I have all the cheats system of my favorite Heroes of the Three Kingdoms in my head. But what made him angry was that except for the system's initial Falling Bow skill, all skills could only be used after the caste was upgraded.

Fortunately, the system gave a falling bow, making Xiao Chen a sharpshooter who pierced through Yang in a hundred steps, and it was with this signature skill that he was promoted to a general in less than three months. That's the person in charge of the hundred.

Of course, this skill is not an infinite stream, there is also a limit to the number of times, the higher its own mental power, the more times it is used, the more powerful it is. For now, He Chen can probably use the Falling Bow skill about three times per battle, and if this number is exceeded, his spiritual power will be overdrawn.

He Chen couldn't help but open the surname of the system character in his mind again:

Level: Level 3.

Force: 51.

Intelligence: 52.

Command: 50.

Politics: 50.

Lucky: 80.

Glamour: 80.

Experience Points: 20/400

Damn, looking at the surname of the garbage that can't be in the garbage, He Chen couldn't help but scold again. At this level of force, it is a dish of food in the Three Kingdoms, only higher than Xun He, Xun You, Fa Zheng, Yu Ci and other powerless civil officials, and the purpose is to take a bigger step than them when fleeing for their lives. As for intelligence, He Chen was also very unhappy, thinking that although he was not extremely smart, he should turn his head a few more times than Zhang Fei and Lu Bu. How can you give such a cheating surname? There is also command and politics, your uncle's, that is to say, Lao Tzu's ability to lead troops to fight and manage the internal affairs of a city also belongs to the nine streams. Only the last two castes are lucky and charming, which makes He Chen a little satisfied, which may mean that the protagonist's aura is invincible in the future, and the pickled girl is invincible.

In short, to sum up, this caste is a fighting chicken in garbage.

Of course, He Chen doesn't care much about it now, because this system is upgradeable. In the caste, force and intelligence are 1 and 2 points respectively in this period of battle. From the initial 50 liters to 51 and 52.

So how to upgrade this system? It's very simple, kill the enemy and get promoted.

The life healing technique is one of the three skills randomly selected by Xiao Chen after killing a tooth general and promoting him to a general. Adhering to the principle of survival, He Chen chose this skill almost without hesitation.

It is also this skill that allows He Chen to finally break the attitude of seizing the day and fighting for his life. I feel that I have the ability to make a promise in troubled times. Think about what it would be like if you upgraded to the final ultimate special move, Ghost Crying to Death, or after the Divine Soldier was defeated? Whenever he thought of this time, He Chen was like being beaten with chicken blood, his whole body was full of motivation, and he was full of infinite longing for the future.

He Chen's location was originally Wancheng Zhao Hongbu. Later, it was besieged by nearly 20,000 soldiers including Zhu Jun and Jingzhou Assassin Shi Xu Xuan and Qin Jie. Zhao Hong, Han Zhong, and Sun Xia were killed one after another, the Yellow Turban soldiers were scattered, He Chen followed Liu Pi's troops to Runan, dozens of battles on the way, nearly 5,000 men and horses were scattered, and now only Xiao Chen is left alone.

"Wheels, wheels" There was a thunderous sound in He Chen's stomach.

"Uncle, although the pigs and dogs that lived in the previous world were not as good, but how good they were to eat three meals at a time. It's good to come here, not to mention one or two meals, and sometimes I eat the last meal but not the next. Your sister's is really not human. He Chen was indignant a few times and began to clean up the battlefield, hoping to find some dry food. You must know that He Chenchang is tall and big, and he usually has a lot of appetite, not to mention how much physical energy does it take to fight after a day of fierce fighting?

He Chen didn't look at the corpses of the Yellow Turban soldiers on the ground, even if a mouse entered the door, he had to run out with an empty cloth bag and tears, and he didn't want to catch any oil and water. On the contrary, there are hundreds of officers and soldiers lying on the ground, and they can be scavenged.

After half a busy sound, he found some black and hard nests from the officers and soldiers. He Chen, who was already hungry and dizzy, didn't care about any hygiene, and ate Haisai for a while, which could dispel the hunger in his stomach. After a little more time, he picked out a relatively undamaged hard purge, two pots of arrows, and a short knife from the ground. After thinking about it, He Chen took off the broken clothes on his body, picked out a set of relatively clean officer and soldier clothes from the corpse, and put them on himself. Only then did he stagger and prepare to leave.

He Chen swore that after escaping this time, he would never be a yellow turban thief again. Even if it is a local bandit, it is stronger than the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Just as He Chen was about to leave, the earth suddenly trembled slightly, and then the sound of horses' hooves came from far to near, and the speed was extremely fast.

"It's not good, it should be Nanyang's cavalry scout brigade." He Chen lay on the ground, listened carefully for a while, and couldn't help but change his face slightly.

You must know that the cavalry was in the Central Plains at the end of the Han Dynasty, especially in the south, and it was a very luxurious type of troops. Among the Yellow Turban soldiers, except for high-ranking generals, ordinary soldiers rely on two legs to fight. Because Nanyang Jingzhou is close to the Yangtze River basin and has a dense water network, it is not conducive to the cavalry to carry out a large-scale charge and roundabout envelopment, so the cavalry is not much popular. Except for the scout brigade used to probe the news and search for military intelligence, He Chen believed that there was absolutely no one who could have about twenty horses running wildly.

He Chen quickly looked at the surrounding environment, dragged his body that had not yet fully healed, and staggered to a tree to hide.

Soon a cavalry squad galloped in.

Just by looking at the appearance, you know that this is an extremely elite group of cavalry. In the bright moonlight, although I can't see what the cavalry looks like, they are all tigers with bears on their backs, and their bodies are murderous and imposing. They were uniformly dressed in beige delicate trivia armor, with a cyan feather helmet on their heads, and a red cherry iron spear head on horseback, which shone coldly in the moonlight. The backs are crossed with hardwood bows and arrows, which is obviously not a decoration, indicating that this cavalry should be skilled in swords and bows, both near and far.

In the leader of the horses, all the cavalry pulled the reins in order.

"Ma Tong, Kong Er, Zhang Ku, Huang Tian, search the battlefield. Others are on guard. In the bursts of "Jinjin" tearing sound of the fierce horse, a rather majestic voice sounded in the air.

"Yes, Lord Duber." All the soldiers turned over and dismounted their horses and carried their knives, and their movements were very clean.

Soon, the scouts dispersed, the archers took up hidden positions, and the spearmen choked the crossings, keeping watch in all directions.

Although it seems that the soldiers are somewhat scattered, the distance is not far, and in the event of a sudden incident, they can quickly form a formation and defend themselves.

From this subtle movement, it can be seen that these scouts have been battle-hardened for a long time.

The four soldiers who were pointed out scattered and separated under the cover of several archers behind, and cautiously walked forward to investigate.

A soldier slowly walked in He Chen's direction, and the spear in his hand stabbed the corpse of the Yellow Turban soldier on the ground from time to time.

All around was the rustle of scouts' footsteps.

He Chen was lying under the tree, with several corpses lying messily on the side, a heart had already "fluttered" and beating, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out of the hair follicles in a nervous and uneasy mood. In the palm of his hand, he was already soaked.

Soon the soldier walked past He Chen, turned around for another half circle, and headed for something else.

I don't know how long it took, but the majestic voice sounded: "If there is no situation, we will immediately close the team and go south." ”

"Yes." All the soldiers shouted loudly.

He Chen, who had been nervous for a long time, put down his heart that mentioned his throat, and his tense spirit finally relaxed, and he let out a long breath and moved his slightly numb body.

The red cherry spear on "Bang" lost its center of gravity and slid to the ground, making a crisp sound that was not too loud.

"It's broken." He Chen was stunned.

"What sound?" The scout leader's face changed dramatically.

"Ma Tong, Huang Tian, go show me. There may be someone over there, so please be on my guard. The scouts, who had already prepared to mount their horses, turned around in unison, and the cavalry leader roared.

"Yes."

The battlefield that had been calm suddenly erupted, and a bloody and heavy murderous aura enveloped the audience.