After a while, the originally empty playground was already neatly filled with soldiers, and Mo Wen's eyes swept left and right in front of the phalanx, [Tsk, most of them are recruits. At this time, Cao Cao had appeared on the high platform neatly, glanced at the army under the stage, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Recently, the scout came to report that a yellow turban thief army appeared in Chen Liuxi, plundering the surrounding people all the way, although the thieves did not dare to attack the city, but how can we sit back and watch the yellow turban thieves harm the people under my rule?" I want to fight them! Are you afraid? ”

"Are we strong and strong, afraid of the Yellow Turban, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled?"

"The general pointed out, the yellow turban thief will throw away his armor and look at the wind."

"This is an opportunity to make a contribution, we are overjoyed, why are we afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! I am willing to die for the general! Cheer me up! ”

……

Cao Cao looked at the boiling crowd in the audience, raised his hands and pressed them in the air, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said in a loud voice: "In that case, Yuan Rang." ”

"The last general!" A burly general came out in front of Cao Cao.

"Can you bring these 3,000 foot soldiers to defeat the Yellow Turban?"

"The last general obeys!"

Then the burly general took this Mo Wen Gang recruit out of the city, and Mo Wen also took the opportunity to take a closer look at his attributes.

Xiahoudun, the character Yuan Rang, the tiger general of the troubled times, the general of Wei during the Three Kingdoms period. One star (hero) (this person is much stronger than you, his strength has stood at the peak of one star, martial arts, and experience are far above you, and it will be a matter of two knives to kill you, don't go to your own death.) ）

["Elite" I know what it means, this "hero" should be a title above "elite".] Well, it shouldn't be a big problem to have this kind of lion leading our group of sheep who have never been on the battlefield to fight an army that is not even a sheep. Mo Wen thinks so.

In fact, Mo Wen guessed the end, but he didn't guess the process.

The assortment but equally tattered armor, the haggard faces that glowed with vegetables, and the only yellow cloth belt tied around their heads seemed to be their uniform formation, hoes, wooden hammers, long sticks, and bamboo guns, these so-called "Yellow Turban Bandits" looked like a group of fleeing peasants who had left their homes.

"They are peasants who can't survive in the first place, and they have no choice but to rise up." Mo Wen sighed, and with Xiahou Dun's order, he led his subordinates to charge against the group of "refugees".

Finding that the yellow scarves of the arrival of the army caused a slight riot, and then a man wearing armor and a long sword at his waist came out of the crowd, pointed at Mo Wen who rushed over and shouted: "These are the lackeys of the thugs, they are the ones who have caused us to have no food to eat, no cotton to wear, and now they are still aggressive, not giving us a way to live, folks, fight with them!" After shouting, he drew his long sword sideways and rushed towards the roaring Han army.

The other Yellow Turban soldiers were stunned when they saw this, and then they also launched a counter-charge against the Han army with red eyes.

"I can't do it!" Xiahoudun looked at the whistling yellow turban slightly, slashed over the oncoming yellow turban soldier with a knife, turned his horse's head and rushed towards the sword-wielding general of the yellow turban, and with a knife in his hand, the long sword that was hurriedly withdrawn and stabbed in the sergeant's body was raised to block it, and then he felt that his arm was numb, and the long sword flew out of his hand. Faced with the approaching blade, the Yellow Turban General closed his eyes in despair...... Xiahoudun chopped off the head of the general, and shouted loudly: "You and the other leaders have been ambushed, why don't you surrender quickly?" ”

====The dividing line of the battle of Mo Wen====

Facing the oncoming yellow scarf, Mo Wen charged while shouting "Kill" to embolden himself as everyone shouted. Closer, closer, Mo Wen could already see the red pupils of the Yellow Turban Army opposite, and then the two armies met......

Mo Wen swung his sword to block the oncoming bamboo spear, and slashed the right arm of the yellow scarf with a backhand, and then cut off most of the neck of the yellow scarf in front of him with a sword, and the blood sprayed on his face, looking like a demon from hell. Mo Wen wiped his face, and then looked around, the battle was over. The green weeds were covered with beads of blood, and countless corpses lay on the nameless wilderness: overflowing brains, broken eyeballs, flowing intestines...... Thinking of the battle just now, Mo Wen finally couldn't help the strong feeling of nausea in his chest and vomited.

Mo Wen vomited for a while, raised his head, and found that there was a person standing in front of him at some point.

"Feeling better? Brat. Xiahoudun looked at the centurion in front of him with interest: "How did you feel about going to the battlefield for the first time?" ”

"It's okay, General Xie cares." Mo Wen cleared his throat and replied.

"Well, I think about it, your name is inexplicable. Adapt as soon as possible. Young man, you may well die in the next battle. Hehe, if you can't learn to calmly face the bloody scenes of enemies and companions on the battlefield, then you can only go underground to face the horror of Yama, don't you want this? ”

Without waiting for Mo to answer, Xiahoudun turned around to himself: "If you don't feel uncomfortable, go clean up the battlefield, hum!" Exterminating this rabble and losing so many people in battle, is it really a new soldier......"

Looking at Xiahou Dun's figure gradually moving away, and glancing at the battlefield full of fragmented corpses, Mo Wen forcibly endured the discomfort that surged up in his chest again, gathered his men, and began to clean up the battlefield.

"Chief, we've got nineteen brothers dead."

"The leader has just shown his might, and he has been beheaded for more than ten levels, and he vomited?"

"Boss, that was General Xiahou just now, I heard from the brothers of other teams, the Yellow Turban thief who couldn't be stopped by five or six people just now, General Xiahou slaughtered it with two knives, like killing a chicken, tsk, boss, you say, how many knives can you take from the general if it were you?"

When Mo Wen's remaining soldiers saw that Xiahoudun had left, they immediately gathered like flies.

"How can there be immortals in war? I don't even know how long I'll live. And how dare I compare with a general? Don't say anything like this in the future, go to work! ”

After cleaning the battlefield and returning to the barracks, Mo Wen, who was lying on the bed, touched his left shoulder, where there was still a faint pain, recalling the battle during the day, he still had palpitations...... When the two armies handed over, Mo Wen's sword cut over the yellow scarf rushing from the opposite side, and then dodged the bamboo spear attacking from the side, and then was entangled by a big man with a big knife. As the familiar faces fell in a pool of blood, both sides were red-eyed, and when Mo Wen solved the big man's red eyes and was about to continue killing, a child with a yellow cloth belt on his head appeared in front of him with a wooden hammer, the child was only about twelve or thirteen years old, with a scorched yellow and childish face, thin limbs like bamboo poles, just like the little radish head in his elementary school Chinese texts. Although Mo Wen was ready to kill in cold blood on the battlefield, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw such a young child.

He shouldn't be here. This thought is not over, Mo Wen suddenly felt a strong wind on his face, and he wanted to flash sideways, but he was stunned and had already lost the opportunity, so he could only barely turn his head, and then only heard a muffled sound of "bang", and the wooden hammer hit Mo Wen's left shoulder, and Mo Wen, who had been hit, raised his head and saw a pair of eyes full of hatred and red eyes......

"I'm so lucky that I can still be distracted on the battlefield, that I am still merciful to the enemy, that I can live so cruelly to myself, and that I haven't wasted the benefits of this so-called system." Mo Wen, who was lying on the bed, smiled self-deprecatingly.

Mo Wen raised his hand to block the wooden hammer that came at him again, kicked the child to the ground, and then stabbed the long sword into his heart. Mo Wen faced the gradually dimming eyes without pausing, drew his sword and slashed at a yellow scarf next to him, Mo Wen was still not mentally prepared for this troubled world before. Until then, Mo Wen finally accepted this era of blood and fire, since he can't see this kind of scene, then try his best to change it, but before that, I want to live well! There are only comrades-in-arms and enemies on the battlefield, there are no old, weak, sick or disabled, they can also take your life!

He knew that this battle was just an appetizer, but a training session for Cao Cao. Then there is the world's heroes crusade against Dong Zhuo, the real troubled times have just begun, the confrontation of wisdom and wisdom, the collision of conspiracy and conspiracy, this is the stage of heroes, the most heroic war epic in China, the Three Kingdoms for hegemony!

Reflecting on the shortcomings of the day and thinking about the road ahead, Mo Wen gradually fell asleep...... The moon shone on the canvas of the barracks, draped the tent with a light veil, and the breeze blew through the camp gate, raising the heavy eyelids of the veterans of the night vigil. The barracks at night were exceptionally quiet, except for the occasional footsteps of the sentinels, and no one would have thought that the people here had just gone through a bloody battle.

Hint: In April 189 A.D., the number of travelers was 2,456......