Oneiroi nodded, but finally said very seriously: "It's still very possible." Obviously, he is not so optimistic about Yun Ting, because Yun Ting's current appearance of lying on the ox cart is too down.

Look at the toad eating the phoenix, riding a tall horse galloping in front of the team, and those who don't know will think of him as Yun Ting, the leader of this Yellow Turban Army. Just looking at the proud appearance of eating the phoenix, Oneiroi estimated that he didn't know how big this mocking aura was.

Just now, the Oneiroi machine also heard the system prompt, he was by Yun Ting's side, as long as he drew the knife and cut off the water, he could kill Yun Ting and get a reward. But he didn't, what is the system for someone like him? It's nothing more than a supercomputer, what they want is freedom, not life and death in tasks all day long, that's not called a game, it's not called life, it's looking for abuse.

Yun Ting was still lying on the ox cart, with a layer of hay under him, which was already a good treatment, because those Yellow Turban soldiers walked on their feet, and there were no oxen to pull and no cart to sit on. It's just that compared to lying on the ox cart, Yun Ting still likes to stand up, and the feeling of being down-to-earth is still good. But after taking Wang Meng's knife, he couldn't stand up and needed to recuperate. This is a weakness of real option players, injuries, like the aborigines of the Three Kingdoms, need to recover slowly, and taking pills can't recover quickly, which can only speed up wound healing. For them, and those historical celebrities, what can work, except for the holy medicine, other things are more useful to the player.

There are advantages and disadvantages, this is the balance of the system. How to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses is a matter for the players. The system is not a babysitter, not a mom to the players, not a god who loves the world, it is just a machine.

Yun Ting has forgotten what book he saw it from, it seems that a person named Vental said, natural selection, everything, has its reason for existence, but if there is no existence of endeavor, then it will be eliminated and finally destroyed.

The clouds forgot about the blue sky, and the sun was a little dazzling, but he was unwilling to close it. Whether he regretted it or not, if he did it again, he would not retreat again, but when Wang Meng's knife came over, he doubted himself.

He was afraid of losing, and he was afraid that after dying once in the game, he would have to come back again. Under life and death, Yun Ting understood that people don't have to think too much, too much is a lock, he opened the lock, so he dodged the knife, survived, and lay on the ox cart. Wang Meng was also lying on the ox cart, in the car in front of Yun Ting, this result was very good, neither of them hung up, and Yun Ting also won the respect of the soldiers.

All this, he had already planned, with the help of these Yellow Turban soldiers, then no matter how many players came, it would be in vain. Yun Ting learned a little bit of everything in his previous life, and he also arranged troops.

Don't look at the more than 3,200 Yellow Turban soldiers, but among the players, this is a powerful combat force. On the battlefield, it's not about killing monsters and leveling up, it's not about running away, no one will be violent with you, and it's not that you see the equipment dropped in front of you, and you will still be beaten by the chrysanthemum.

It's not that the players can't, but there is a difference, and the biggest difference between players and soldiers is in execution. They are scattered, a few people, or dozens of people as a group, disorganized internally, and easily influenced by other external factors. Soldiers are different, at the very least, they will follow the instructions of the commander, military orders are like mountains, under the mountain, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, is extremely strong, unless the general in command is a fool, otherwise the player is basically surrounded by the latter on the battlefield.

Yun Ting is not stupid, and in the Three Kingdoms, those famous historical generals are not stupid. Players are not stupid, this game is just to see who wakes up first to have the first opportunity.

This bureau laid by Yunting is just for grain and grass, and the grain and grass given to him by Zhang Jiao can be held up to Liangzhou. But the next development depends on himself, so Yun Ting laid out such a clear and not very clever game, to attract those players to come, and then scavenge them to get the resources they need.

In addition to two ox carts covered with hay, there were old mules pulling the wagons that were loaded with grain. The player's package is not omnipotent, and it can't hold grain and grass, otherwise Yun Ting casually asks the Oneiroi Machine to put these grains and grass into the package, and everything will be fine. Don't be afraid of being caught in the rain or wind, and others can't grab it.

This is impossible, Zhongtian Yi said that the Three Kingdoms once said that in the Three Kingdoms, the most decisive thing in the battle is to attack the grain. In the battle of Guandu, Cao Cao attacked Wuchao and burned the grain and grass of Yuan's army, which was the victory in the battle of Guandu, so Cao Cao defeated Yuan Shao and became the overlord of the north.

If at that time, Yuan Shao handed over the entire army's grain and grass to a player, what kind of grain would Cao Cao rob? Could it be that he ran into Yuan Shaojun's camp, among thousands of people, looked for his player with grain and grass in the package, killed him, and then burned the grain?

It's also impossible, the player's package is convenient, but it's not a panacea.

Along the way, next to the grain truck, there are one hundred and fifty Yellow Turban wrestlers, grain and grass, which is the top priority and must be properly protected. Moreover, he not only has to protect these grains and grasses that belong to him, but also robs others and loots them all the way.

The corners of Yun Ting's mouth hooked, revealing bright white and shining teeth, which flashed in a trance under the sunlight. Just a few days ago, he got a letter from Luoyang, so he was in an extremely good mood, so he laid out this game without scruples.

"This kid from the Yun family is good." The young man in the cloth robe whispered softly with a wine glass, and as soon as he raised his head, he poured all the wine in the glass into his throat.

A gust of wind rose on the second floor of the restaurant, bringing up his long hair, and in the black fluttering, there was a pair of lazy but sharp eyes.

This is a restaurant in Qingzhou, but now there are only two people here, and this restaurant has been contracted by him. Except for the upstairs window, the door on the first floor of the restaurant is tightly closed, and a wooden sign hanging in front of the door that will not open today to welcome guests.

At the young man's table sat a black-clad trickster. He smiled, a smile that could have been felt good, but on his face, it was distorted into a kind of evil, like a demon's grin.

"You don't seem to be getting old at all." Sorcerer.

"That's right." The cloth-clothed young man nodded, picked up the flask, and poured a full glass of wine into his own glass. Only then did he laugh and said, "Master, you seem to be too old to even have a young heart." ”

Shaking his glass, the young man laughed out loud as he looked at the black lines on the latter's face. After laughing, he lowered his head and sniffed the strong taste of the wine in the glass.

The young man held his glass and jug, stood up, and walked to the corner window facing the street. I drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, poured a glass, and put it in my mouth. Until he was drunk and drunk, he looked at the pedestrians on the street and whispered to himself: "It seems that it really won't be boring." ”

"Young Master, get ready." Outside Chang'an City, a team of people has been gathered, and the leading player is reporting something to the person in front of him.

The player in the white shirt looked back, it was the war maniac, the one who was defeated by Yun Ting in Luoyang City. It's just that now he has a flat face, and between his eyebrows, there is a more mature atmosphere, not as proud as when he first saw him.

After dying in Luoyang, he came to Chang'an and did not return to Luoyang, for the war maniac, Luoyang is not a place for him to remember, the person he remembers, that is, a cloud thunder. He came to Chang'an for development, in order to defeat and kill Yun Ting the next time he encounters him!

This time, the opportunity came, he became stronger, and the centaurs under his command, after a month and a half of training, also became more sophisticated. Coupled with a well-equipped body, this team is completely the elite of the players, and with the tacit cooperation, it can already play a role in the battle formation.

Dozens of miles outside Chang'an City, the war maniac had already tested the ability of the team he had trained according to his assumption, and swept four bandit camps in a row. The next thing he wants to sweep is Yunting and the Yellow Turban Army. Since Yun Ting is in the Yellow Turban Army, then he is crazy about war, and he will destroy Yun Ting in the Han camp, including the Yellow Turban Army behind him.

"Let's go!" The war maniac's eyes flickered, the blood in his whole body boiled, and he was really looking forward to it, looking forward to colliding with the clouds again.

This time, he'll win!

(End of chapter)