There weren't many things to clean up, but it took two days, and it was said that it was cleaned up, but Yun Ting was thinking there alone. And others, the dagger who should play the dagger, the one who should hang out, the one who should sleep. Among a few people, it can be seen that the one who is more busy, that is, just a cloud.

He rubbed his temples and felt dizzy, scribbling back and forth on the paper, not knowing what he was doodling. Now Yun Ting remembered that the old viper was good, it seemed that the strategy or something was indeed not suitable for him, and it was difficult for him to do it. Until the end, Yun Ting didn't write anything, only left a domineering word on the paper, kill.

He wants to kill Liangzhou, for now, this is indeed the best way, the Yellow Turban Army, isn't it just to fight and grab a place? If there are no weapons, no soldiers' rations, it is two words, kill, rob, not to mention, there are still a large number of wronged players in this world, if you don't rob it, will you drink the northwest wind?

Yun Ting still remembers the money that the Oneiroi Machine stole from the county treasury, and also remembers the destruction of more than 100 small villages, although he didn't get much loot, but now the players have developed.

That money or something, it should be a little more, right? Thinking about it this way, someone thinks that this is feasible, and is ready to use this strategy in this way to grab a bright future!

It's a pity that Yun Ting's identity is different now, and the player's title is no longer visible, he is now a native of the Three Kingdoms, a person who is closer to the aborigines of the Three Kingdoms than the player. Otherwise, when he robs too much like this, Yun Ting doesn't know if he will get a title, called the number one thief in the Three Kingdoms, and mock everyone.

"That's it!" Yun Ting said.

It just so happened that the others were also here, and only the obscene Hui was not there, and that guy had already gone back to his Luoyang to continue washing his belly pocket. Of course, this is someone's malicious idea, but it is very likely that it will happen.

After all, Yun Ting thinks that if you want to say who has the least lower limit, it must be the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, the indecent Hui, or the toad who eats the phoenix. Anyway, Yun Ting doesn't feel that he has no lower limit, on the contrary, he is a person with a very high limit.

"What's the matter?" Oneiroi asked.

"Something about a fight." Yun Ting pondered for a moment before saying, "Well... If someone is not convinced, then you can help me convince them! ”

Yes, even if you subdue them, Yun Ting doesn't need to think about it to know that the more than 3,200 Yellow Turban soldiers must have a lot of dissatisfaction with him.

And in the army, if there is a disobedience, then you have to subdue him first!

This is an iron principle, the army is a team in the sea of corpses and blood, they swim between life and death, and what they value most is the brave people. No matter what kind of person you are, how upset they are with you, as long as you can knock them down, they will listen to your orders.

As for the convincing in the back, it depends on your ability, but there must be a premise for convincing, that is, force, suppressing them by force. Then the next thing is to look at ability and fight intelligence.

Yun Ting has studied some networks in the Common Era, and is very disdainful of the content in it. Okay, you will be the king of the eight, and everyone will see that you are impressed by your temperament like the king and the eight, so they will go with you, right?

The army is the most practical place, whether you are Wang Ba or Sanba, if you go in, as long as you can't use force, then you will die!

Since there is such a thug group behind him, Yun Ting doesn't mind, let that group of Yellow Turban soldiers understand what it means to conquer everything by force and destroy everything with fists. If you don't accept it, you can, then hit it until you accept it!

At that moment, Yun Ting walked towards the outside of the city with the Oneiroi machine. There are barracks inside Julucheng, and there are also outside the city, but the one inside the city is used to maintain the security of Julu and protect the place where Zhang Jiao lives. The barracks outside the city were more numerous, larger, and densely connected.

Yun Ting estimated that if the fire burns down, he is afraid that a fire will come out, but if he wants to come to Julu and set it on fire, he can only do it unless he is a god. As the base camp of the Yellow Turbans, almost the entire territory of Jizhou has been occupied, and only a few lonely cities are left, in this case, no one can enter the base camp of the base camp to put such a fire.

What happened inside the city no one knew outside the city, and what happened in the upper echelons was not known to anyone below. The reason why the soldiers in the barracks in the city knew about Yun Ting was because they were the commanders and guards of several parties, so they could recognize Yun Ting.

And these soldiers in the barracks outside the city, although they know a thirteen gentleman, they don't know what this thirteen gentleman has done, although Yuan Yi has the intention to scatter those information, but Zhang Jiao will not, he suppressed part of the information. So these soldiers don't know anything now, they know a little bit, Yun Ting is their thirteenth gentleman, that's all.

There's no respect, there's no reverence, they're just doing a very ordinary thing.

Led by a Yellow Turban soldier, Yun Ting came to his small barracks. The other barracks are connected into a large area, but his barracks are only one, separated from the other barracks and stay alone in one place.

"Who are you?" The soldiers guarding the gate of the barracks saw Yun Ting and the others, blocked in front of them, and asked loudly.

"I'm your Mr. Thirteen!" Yun Ting said lightly, and took out the token given by Zhang Jiao from his arms.

"It turned out to be Mr. Thirteen, please come in." The soldier said.

Yun Ting nodded faintly and walked in, followed by Oneiroi and the others. After they walked into the barracks, they saw that the soldier who had just asked him pouted and said, "This is our future commander?" When I look at him, he is blown away by the wind, right? This is indeed a gentleman. ”

"Hey, hey," the soldier next to him chuckled. But did you see it, the sword still looks very heavy and powerful. A soldier groaned.

"Amazing?" Another soldier scratched his ears before slapping his head, "By the way, it's the same as what those strangers said, fake and shoddy products!" Last time, there was an Inlet with a sword three points bigger than this one and I slashed at me, guess what? ”

"What's wrong?" The soldiers next to him asked in unison.

"What else could it be? Of course I killed it, and I even cut off my head like that, hahahaha! ”

While these soldiers were talking, Yun Ting and the others had already walked into a large open space in the barracks, where those Yellow Turban soldiers were practicing.

"Huh!" They shouted, spears in their hands stabbed, striking, stabbing again. Along with these movements, there is their sweat, splashing in the sun.

Who said that the Yellow Turban Army is not good at combat?

It's just that what they see is not the real Yellow Turban Army, but the homeless people who are entrapped, or the mob that they join. They have poor combat effectiveness, and they fight smoothly downwind, and if there is any disadvantage, they will immediately throw away their armor and flee.

Of course, it is still unknown whether these people have helmets or armor, but in front of Yun Ting, the equipment of these Yellow Turban Army is not bad, it is almost not armed to the teeth! They have been trained, so no matter how bad they are, they will not collapse at the first touch when they encounter a contrarian trend.

Just looking at the drills of these soldiers, you will feel a battlefield atmosphere, and there will be a kind of oppression, which is the oppression that the momentum of these soldiers condenses into a force. Even their group of players, who are already considered top-notch, will feel oppression here, let alone other players.

You know, in the new century, very few people have seen blood, that is, killed people. Dreamers like Yunting and them have the opportunity to kill because of their particularity, just killing a few people is not equal to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, after a battle, if thousands of people do not die, it is not called a combat field. This is still a small battle, if it is a big war, it will not die tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands of people are not called battlefields!

But Yun Ting, ignoring the momentum, walked forward. In the dust that rose up, in the cold light of the sky, under the gaze of the soldiers, he stepped forward and stood on the small high platform that had been erected. As everyone looked at him, he held his head high and stared at the blue sky.

"I am your thirteenth gentleman, and I will also be your thirteenth handsome in the future! I know that you are not convinced, so whoever disagrees, stand up, and I will beat you until you are convinced. ”

Domineering, arrogant, and provocative words filled the entire school field and echoed in the ears of every Yellow Turban soldier. If you don't accept it, you will fight!

(End of chapter)