In the end, Chen Mo got a chicken leg, along with a large piece of meat. After all, this was the reward Chen Mo won, and he was seriously injured and needed meat to nourish his body.

Han Ran and Wang Zhuo each got a chicken wing with flesh and flesh because they were also seriously injured; Zhou Cang took another chicken leg, but it was much smaller than Chen Mo's. As for Pei Yuanshao, he only had the chicken shells left by everyone. Although the weight was quite heavy, it was actually all bones and there was not much meat.

But Pei Yuanshao didn't seem to care. Although this guy looked quite fierce on the outside, he was actually a very loyal man.

As for the jar of wine, at Chen Mo's suggestion, Zhou Cang chose to separate from the brothers in the tent. Seeing that Zhou Cang was so loyal and generous, the two sergeants Tao Zhi and Fan Li no longer refused, thanked him, and started drinking with Zhou Cang and others.

Although a jar of wine was so small that it disappeared before everyone could taste it, the relationship between everyone in the tent suddenly became closer.

Of course, it does not include Zhang Lang's fellow soldier.

In the next two days, as Zhou Cang said, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, Bocai reorganized the army. After all, after this war, many of the organization were disbanded. Many low-level officers such as Soldier Commander and Shi Chief died in battle, and the army needed to rest. So Chen Mo naturally became a soldier in Zhou Cang's ranks.

Perhaps the Yellow Turban Army was about to be exhausted and there was insufficient food. The so-called reward for the entire army for three days was just a jar of wine and a chicken every day.

Not to mention Chen Mo, but the other Yellow Turban soldiers in the camp had a faint voice of dissatisfaction.

"The morale of the army is floating..." Although Chen Mo did not know the ancient war, he could at least see the current situation.

"Hiss..." On the grass pavement to Chen Mo's left hand, Han Ran was changing to the cloth strip tied to the wound himself. Although the blood had scabbed, he tore it and the blood suddenly flowed out again.

He looked at the wound on his arm, and after a while, he suddenly whispered, "The Grand Marshal doesn't treat me as a human being. We sincerely serve him and fight for the enemy bravely, but the reward is just a jar of wine and a chicken!"

At that time, there were many people in the account, except for Zhang Lang and others who had a bad relationship with Zhou Cang and others, who were on duty, everyone else was there. When they heard Han Ran’s dissatisfied words, their expressions changed.

Perhaps the jar of wine had worked, and the commander of the sergeant Fan Li coughed and reminded, "Shh! Stop the sound! If such a rebellious remark is heard, at the least, forty military sticks, and at the worst, beheading and showing public displays. Do you want to die?!"

In fact, just after Han Ran finished speaking, Zhou Cang had realized it, but he had no time to stop it. Seeing that Fan Li seemed to have no intention of reporting, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Fan Li gratefully, then raised his right hand and slapped Han Ran on the back of the head, and cursed in a low voice, "What are you talking nonsense!"

Han Ran was startled and shrank his head and did not dare to make a sound.

However, his words aroused the dissatisfaction that other soldiers had been suppressed by the long-term conscience of the Soldier Tao Zhi.

"Hmph, I, Tao, have the same intention as brother Han Ran," said Tao Zhi angrily, "The general wants us to work hard for him. Tao has no complaints, but how can he fight with the official army when he is hungry? He raised his troops and the food we waited for was worse day by day. Until yesterday, it was just a bowl of rotten grain..."

"Chief Tao!" Fan Li lowered his voice and interrupted Tao Zhi's words.

"What are you afraid of?" Tao Zhi pulled his thin clothes and said ruthlessly, "No one here is outsider. If someone really has a strange intention and reports me for the sake of credit, Tao will not be stingy with this life. If you want to take it, you can save yourself from holding on to this anger every day!"

"This...ah, Mr. Tao is so serious!" Fan Li sighed helplessly.

"That's not what Chief Fan said. In Zhou's opinion, we are all brothers who value loyalty. How could anyone do such an unjust thing?" Zhou Cang also spoke out.

"But it's hard to say if it's Zhang Guaijiao!" Pei Yuanshao spat and said disdainfully.

The others in the tent smiled knowingly. Since yesterday's incident of throwing the pot, he and Tao Zhi also looked down on Zhang Lang.

"Indeed, Zhang Lang is too utilitarian!" Fan Li chuckled and shook his head, looking at Chen Mo to change the topic and said, "I never thought that the little brother had such a unique skill. I wonder who the little brother is?"

"Uh..." Chen Mo opened his mouth, hesitated, and wanted to speak but stopped.

When Zhou Cang saw this, he had a wrong intention. He patted Chen Mo's shoulder and smiled, "Don't care, Lao Fan, we little brothers are mostly injured in the fight, and many things are in a daze."

Seeing that Chen Mo was covered in scars and had a cloth strap on his head, he was obviously seriously injured, Fan Li suddenly realized and didn't care. He nodded and said, "I'm afraid it's the old people's words of absenteeism. This matter can be big or small. Brothers should be careful, but it's a blessing to save his life. If you want to ask for more, I'm afraid God will get angry!"

"Haha!" Seeing Fan Li's interesting words, the others smiled slightly, and the depressed atmosphere slightly rebounded.

Afterwards, the people in the tent chatted for a few words, and then the topic was related to future battles. They believed that once the official army was defeated and the violent man was overthrown, the general would definitely reward the soldiers under his command.

Perhaps it was really too idle. As everyone talked, they argued about the issue of rewards, and the number became bigger and bigger. In the end, they even talked about the 100 taels of gold and the title of general.

The group of people talked and laughed, and the depression in the heart of Chief Tao Zhi also disappeared a little.

Because the resistance of the official army was too weak before, everyone firmly believed that the great wise and good teacher Zhang Jiao could lead them to overthrow the violent men, so that they even began to discuss the post-war events.

"If I get the reward, I will go back to my hometown to marry a wife!" A seemingly shy soldier in Tao Zhiwu said embarrassedly.

"Haha!" Everyone in the tent laughed, and Pei Yuanshao even teased, "If the general rewards you with a hundred taels of gold, let alone a wife's wife, what's the point of adding another concubine?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the soldier was said to have a red face.

Maybe it was to pass the time, everyone took turns to talk, but most of them received the rewards and went back to their hometown to get married and have children, buy land and land. Perhaps this is the common voice of the soldiers at the bottom of the Yellow Turbans.

If it weren't for not being able to survive, how many would have joined the battlefield and lived a life of one day or another?

Their ideal is nothing more than a pitiful military pay, or for the hungry relatives in their hometown, or for saving money to get married and have children. As for the glory of the family and the title of general, those honors are too far away from them.

Finally, it was Chen Mo's turn.

Ideal?

Chen Mo was silent.

I have come to an inexplicable world for no reason. What do I want?

He doesn't know.

Go back? Go back to your own world?

Haha, don’t talk about not going back, what can you do if you go back?

I am just a useless person, disappointing others again and again, disappointing myself and parents.

With few friends, perhaps only parents will feel sad because of their son's disappearance. Perhaps, if they had no such son, their parents would have lived a better life, at least they would not have to worry about their son's affairs anymore...

Some people say that a person’s value is reflected in whether he is needed by others.

But, who needs me? No one…

Maybe, there is no need for my existence...

During the few days when the army was about to set off, Chen Mo kept thinking about this issue.

Because he found that the rest of the tent had their own goals for their struggle, some were for money, some were for their wives and children at home, and some were for their hard work to climb up and get a job. These are the values ​​of their lives, only they don’t have the so-called goal of struggle, and they don’t rely on themselves and need their own people.

Even if you can survive in this troubled world, what can you do?

Human beings are creatures that can continue to move forward and strive for progress based on needs and be needed. The needs include desires such as money and power, while the needs refer to people who rely on themselves. These are the driving force for people to move forward and strive.

It’s just because of personality that some people focus on their own needs, while others are the needs of others, that is, they are [needed], and Chen Mo belongs to the latter.

However, for Chen Mo who came to this troubled world alone, who would need him?

Before he traveled through time, he was just an ordinary small clerk. After traveling through time, he was just a lower-level Yellow Turban soldier who didn't know any martial arts. He might one day die at the hands of the enemy. What is the meaning of living like this?

Perhaps it was the Grand Marshal Bo who discovered the dissatisfaction of the lower-level soldiers and finally, the day before the army set off, he paid a military pay.

Not many, only half a stalwart soldiers like Chen Mo.

Looking at the other Yellow Turban soldiers in the tent happily wrapped the copper coins in cloth and preparing to send them to their relatives in their hometown, Chen Mo felt that his heart was empty and very depressed.

When it was late at night, Chen Mo lay on the grass and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Looking at the half-pile of copper coins placed in front of him, Chen Mo sighed slightly.
Chapter completed!