"On November 9, a burst of clouds and mist broke out in the camp of the Han army of Guangzong, which could not be seen from a distance. The Han army raised its army to build a beacon tower outside the camp, a few miles apart, thinking that the Yellow Turban Army was also a warning sign. ”

"November 10th. The Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong City sent troops, and after a battle outside Guangzong City, after the two sides fought a battle, each side suffered casualties, and the two sides truce. ”

"November 27th. The Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army launched an attack from behind the Han army camp and was repelled by the Han army, and the Yingchuan Han Army followed, and the Yingchuan Yellow Turban was defeated. An army of Guangzong's Yellow Turbans responded, but it broke out of the encirclement, and countless people died along the way. ”

"December 3rd. The Han army of Guangzong began to block the buildings outside the city of Guangzong, digging trenches, and marching step by step. Although the Yellow Turban Army went out of the city to fight with it, it was inexhaustible and declining. ”

On a small hillside, Zhang Xiaohua, who was in the dust, raised her head and exhaled softly. Looking down from here, you can see all the Guangzong Castle and the Han army camp, and it can be said that this is an excellent place to observe the battle situation.

He took out a mirror, wiped the mirror at random, wiped the dust off the mirror, and what caught his eye was his current down-and-out appearance. The clothes had long since lost their original color, and the dirt was mixed together, forming unsightly spots on it. His original one, in his own words, looked like a chubby round face of a rich boy, and now there is no trace of wealth and comfort. It was full of scruffy beards, and his face was oily at first, and he had been here for a long time, and he had fallen into his rich state without food. Even his hair was messily glued together, and he hadn't washed his hair and bathed for more than a month, so he had a strong body odor on his body.

Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly, felt some itching on his scalp, stretched out one hand and scratched it, and after relieving the itching of his scalp, he withdrew his hand. His eyes fell on the fingertips of his index finger and thumb, where a flea was struggling, but he was accustomed to squeezing each other's two fingernails and sending the flea directly to the western sky.

Zhang Xiaohua has been here for a long time, exposed to the wind and sun, and now his whole person is extremely close to nature. Of course, he is not without gains, and the booklet in his hand is one of his biggest gains, which records what he has seen and heard since he entered the game. So far, he has memorized half of the book, and the battle of Guangzong has not yet ended, so he can be said to have gained a lot.

Beside him, a mule carrying heavy baggage barked in a low voice. In winter, there are not many fresh herbs on the land that can be eaten on, and the grass tips that emerge from the ground are also gnawed to the point that there is no grass left, so that now next to the small hillside where Zhang Xiaohua is located, it can be said that there is no grass.

Feeling the mule's thirst and dissatisfaction, Zhang Xiaohua finally came back to her senses, and very skillfully took out a handful of forage from the player's backpack, held it in the palm of her hand, and handed it to the mule's mouth. In the other hand, he took out a steamed bun and ate it in a big gulp.

One man and one mule began to concentrate on the food in front of them, and at this time they were highly focused, and even mentally unified. This situation has happened countless times, at least for Zhang Xiaohua, this mule is his only companion when he travels abroad. Of course, there are also coolies, since they are traveling and do not follow the ancients, how can they do mules with hunched luggage?

After eating a steamed bun, Zhang Xiaohua burped with satisfaction, but her belly quickly screamed angrily. He didn't take out the steamed buns from his backpack again, there wasn't much food left, not to mention that his steamed buns were not white-flour steamed buns, such as one steamed bun of that kind, but it could top ten of the yellow steamed buns in his hand.

"Alas...... The manuscript fee has not yet arrived, and it is estimated that he will starve to death. Zhang Xiaohua sighed, her face full of helplessness. Whether in the game or in reality, he has reached the lowest point in his life, that is, he can't eat enough, and he is in danger of starving to death at any time.

The reason why he is here is also to get materials! With the help of the Three Kingdoms, he wrote a travelogue of Zhang Xiaohua that shook the past and the present and allowed him to fill his stomach!

It's just that his luck seems to be at the peak of his life, and after he went to Yicui Pavilion in Luoyang City, he was inexplicably smashed on the head, and he seemed to be very bad? He let out a long sigh and touched his head unconsciously, he could still recall the poignancy at that time, and his memory was still fresh.

He stood up and walked around, stretching his muscles. For players like him who don't want to move much, the biggest malice of the game Three Kingdoms is probably the same as reality, the body will be a little weak if it doesn't move, and the hands and feet will become very unsharp. Therefore, every time Zhang Xiaohua finishes eating, he will start exercising after eating, of course, this is to share the hunger and protest thoughts, not how diligent he is.

It's not easy to earn some manuscript fees, and in this period of the Tianyuan era, readers' tastes are getting more and more tricky, and there is no sense of reality, basically no one will read it. It's like the one in the Common Era because of some congenital disease.,It's recognized as a waste material.,And was abandoned by a girl who was a childhood sweetheart.,And someone wants to come to NTR him to kick.。 When people are extremely aggrieved, sudden outbursts, all kinds of adventures, inexplicably met a better girl of heaven who fell in love with him, and trampled the pair of adulterers ** under his feet, and since then it is no longer popular.

Otherwise, would he have to squat here so hard and write these inexplicable things, like an ancient historian recording history? That's because a TV station asked him to release a manuscript with the theme of the Three Kingdoms, and the things recorded in that small book only need to be post-processed before they can be released.

"Who are you? How did it end up here! ”

The sudden burst of shouting frightened Zhang Xiaohua's hand shook unconsciously, and the knife in his hand instantly made a cut on his chin.

"Put down your murder weapon, or don't blame us for being rude!"

He slowly turned around and saw the owner of the voice, two Han scouts on guard, who were now staring at him with fierce eyes.

A feeling of bitterness arose, Zhang Xiaohua cried and mourned, slowly bent over, and put the knife in her hand that was used to shave but accidentally scraped off a layer of skin and flesh on her chin on the ground.

"Two big brothers, I'm just shaving, I haven't done anything......"

(End of chapter)