A few days ago, I was an ordinary employee, with a meager salary, and lived a nine to five every day. But now, I have become a Yellow Turban soldier by chance...

Looking at the shaking sword in his hand and then at the trees that were thick on his thighs beside him, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel amused.

"I have never heard of logging with machetes..."

"If you don't want to eat the whip in my hand, don't be lazy! Hurry up, speed up!" A loud shout suddenly came from afar interrupted Chen Mo's thoughts. Chen Mo turned around and saw a Yellow Turban Army Chief holding a whip and teaching several soldiers a lesson.

"How can it be done..."

He marched for three consecutive days to arrive at Changshe. He demonstrated for several hours outside Changshe City and retreated twenty miles. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the orders above issued, and he was called to log and camp. He could not bear it...

"Du!" Chen Mo swung the big knife in his hand and chopped the tree, but the blade fell into the trunk and could not be pulled out no matter how hard he pulled it out.

At this moment, a dark and strong hand reached over and took the knife from Chen Mo's hand. It was Zhou Cang.

"I'll do it!"

Zhou Cang pulled the knife out of the trunk with his hand. He saw the muscles on his arm bulging, and he slashed hard at the tree with force.

"boom!"

In Chen Mo's astonished gaze, the tree, which was as thick as a thigh, was cut off by Zhou Cang with a knife and fell down. It was held by Pei Yuanshao, who had been waiting aside for a long time, and seemed to resist it very easily. He said to Chen Mo with a smile, "You are still far away, go and rest, but don't be seen by the uncles!" As he said that, he carried the wood down the mountain.

Chen Mo couldn't help but be stunned. You should know that the trees are more than one foot in diameter, which is probably hundreds of kilograms, but the Yellow Turban soldiers seemed to carry the wood down the mountain effortlessly.

Are people of this era generally so strong and powerful?

Sure enough, I am too weak...

It’s not because of the shrinking of the body, even if the body of adults is restored in later generations, it is not as good as the ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers in the army, let alone strong soldiers like Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao.

In later generations, I was a useless person. Even if I was in this era by chance, I could not change this situation.

What can you do?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo's mood became very depressed.

He knew very well that if Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao had not helped him along the way, he would have died on the march long ago. With his physical strength, he could not keep up with the progress of the Yellow Turban Army.

"What are you thinking?" Zhou Cang, who cut off another tree, seemed to have noticed something wrong with Chen Mo, and turned around and asked.

Chen Mo slowly shook his head.

From the first day he came to this era, a heavy stone seemed to be pressing on his heart, which was so heavy that he could not breathe. He didn't know why he came to this chaotic world, nor what he could do in this chaotic world. Now he is just living simply.

I don’t know how long it took, but a sound of horse hooves came faintly from the distance. Chen Mo raised his head and looked at it, but saw the dust flying in the distance.

"Hmm?" A yellow turban soldier put down the weapon in his hand, looked at it intently, and then his expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed loudly, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Official troops are coming!"

In fact, he didn't need to remind him at all. The Yellow Turban soldiers on the mountain discovered this situation, threw down their work, picked up their weapons and prepared to fight.

One thousand cavalry and two thousand infantry, needless to say, we know that these soldiers and horses came from Changshe.

The Yellow Turbans led by Bocai traveled from Yingchuan to Changshe, but they were exhausted. As veterans of the Han Dynasty who had experienced many battles, how could Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun watch the tired Yellow Turban camp under their noses? Of course, they sent troops to attack while the Yellow Turban camp was set up.

"Damn it! I really don't know what the scouts in the army are doing!" A yellow turban chief cursed angrily, clenched the machete in his hand, and shouted loudly, "Brothers, ask those official troops to see our army's powerful! Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yellow Turban soldiers all over the mountains shouted and killed them down the mountain. At this moment, Chen Mo's mind was blank, and he was confused and rushed down the mountain among countless Yellow Turban soldiers.

In terms of number of people, the number of Yellow Turban soldiers here is obviously above the official army, and there are probably nearly 10,000, but in terms of physical strength, the official army will definitely defeat the Yellow Turbans.

The first thing to do was to bear the brunt of the cavalry of the 1,000 Changshe dispersed their formation and acted as vanguards, and two thousand infantrymen were behind them, holding spears, holding machetes and shields, and charging towards the Yellow Turbans.

"kill!"

The sudden battle began in a blink of an eye. Before Chen Mo could come back to his senses, the two soldiers and horses collided fiercely, with swords and swords, and people shouted and neighed. The scene became extremely chaotic for a moment, and I couldn't see who was who.

The broken limbs and arms are broken, and blood is splattering everywhere. It is a battlefield full of endless violence and raging aura.

Looking at the hideous face and the chaotic scene, Chen Mo, who had never experienced war, stood there blankly, not knowing what he should do.

The soldiers rushed forward bravely, chopped down an enemy with their weapons, and were then cut down by another enemy. In this battlefield of tens of thousands of people, their personal power was too small.

In just a few breaths, the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the soldiers of the two armies seemed to be fighting and fighting together like crazy.

Human life is as cheap as grass on the battlefield!

This is the battlefield?

Chen Mo felt a chill from the depths of his soul. The chaotic scene and the scent of blood made him rush out a trembling emotion from the depths of his soul, so that his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew on Chen Mo's face. He subconsciously raised his head, but saw a cavalry in military uniform rushing to him, glanced at him with a cold look, and raised his spear in his hand.

"Clang!"

Chen Mo subconsciously raised the spear in his hand to resist, but the next second, his gun was knocked away. How could Chen Mo, who had never experienced such a cruel war, resist the elite Changshe cavalry?

die……

A word suddenly popped up in Chen Mo's mind, and he watched the cavalry's spear get closer and closer to his chest.

But somehow, he didn't have much fear in his heart, he was just confused and inexplicably relieved...

"Dang!" Just when Chen Mo thought his life was about to end, he handed over a sword and swung the cavalry's spear.

Chen Mo turned his head blankly, but saw Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao appearing next to him at some time, following Wang Zhuo and Han Ran behind them.

"What are you stupid on the battlefield?! Looking for death!" Zhou Cang yelled at Chen Mo with wide eyes. Looking at his expression, he seemed very angry. He glared at Chen Mo hatefully, and then left him to fight with the enemy.

"Where did you go? We're looking for it for a long time!" As he said that, Pei Yuanshao pulled Chen Mo behind him, and then blocked the machete of an official infantry with a spear.

Chen Mo looked around in a daze and saw many familiar faces. Tao Zhi and Fan Li, the two sergeant commanders, followed behind Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, forming a formation to protect Chen Mo and several injured soldiers.

Although they didn't say anything, their hearts could be seen from their kind eyes.

Humans are creatures that need companions!

Live...

Chen Mo smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao who were rushing in front of him, Chen Mo suddenly thought about what they said that day.

[From today, we will be brothers in one army, living and dying together, advancing and retreating together!]

I thought they were just talking casually...

Looking at Wang Zhuo and Han Ran and the others holding weapons beside them, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his heart.

Suddenly, Wang Zhuo's face changed drastically, and he shouted in surprise, "Be careful behind you, Brother Zhou!"

Chen Mo subconsciously raised his head and suddenly saw a cavalry rushing behind Zhou Cang at some point and lifting the spear in his hand...

After hearing Wang Zhuo's reminder, Zhou Cang swung the sword in his hand and subconsciously turned around and slashed hard. With a clang sound, he was actually taken back several steps by the recoil force.

The Changshe Cavalry is the most elite cavalry army under Huangfu Song.

Although Zhou Cang was very strong, he did not receive formal training and was just a Yellow Turban soldier who had just joined the army.

"Clang clang clang!"

Zhou Cang, who fought hard for three consecutive times and tried his best, only felt his arms numb, because the force of the recoil was involuntarily retreating three steps, but the cavalry just waved his body and came again. He could use the horsepower to gain an advantage.

He saw his legs clamping the horse's belly, and a white air spurted out from the nose of the war horse under his crotch, and rushed to Zhou Cang in a few steps. Its owner pulled out a sharp sword from the scabbard on the horse's back, holding a spear in one hand and holding a sword in the other, staring at Zhou Cang with cold eyes.

"clang!"

Zhou Cang's big sword was swept away by the opponent's spear. Looking at the sharp sword that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were rounded.

It's over!

Zhou Cang secretly cried in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly heard a "swoosh" sound. Then, the cavalry in front of him showed a painful expression for some reason, and subconsciously covered his eyes with the hand holding the long sword.

Good opportunity!

Zhou Cang shouted, jumped up from the ground, and slashed hard at the cavalry's shoulder with the big knife in his hand. With a scream, the cavalry was cut off and turned over and fell off his horse. He was about to stand up, but Zhou Cang stabbed to death on the ground with a knife.

"call!"

After poking hard for a few times, Zhou Cang then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear. Suddenly, he found that the cavalry's eyes were bleeding. After a closer look, a bloody stone fell from his helmet and rolled to the ground.

"Is this?" Zhou Cang turned around in surprise, but saw Chen Mosong half-squatting on the ground like anger, holding a stone of about the same size in his right hand.

This kid...

The two looked at each other, and the anger in Zhou Cang's eyes earlier retreated completely. He smiled silly and shouted loudly, "Follow me, brothers, kill!"

"Oh!" Pei Yuanshao and others yelled and rushed up with Zhou Cang.

However, even though the Yellow Turban side had nearly 10,000 people, the physical strength had long been exhausted. Although the other side had only 3,000 people, they had achieved success in their energy for a long time and were full of energy. Not long after, nearly 10,000 Yellow Turbans were faintly defeated.

Among the chaotic army, they didn't know that they were the first to escape, so nearly ten thousand yellow turbans turned around and ran backwards.

Zhou Cang, who was originally rushing to the front, was not a fool, although he was honest and honest. When he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately picked up Chen Mok on his shoulders and ran back desperately with Pei Yuanshao and others.

When the Yellow Turban soldiers were defeated and fled, how could the official army not pursue? As the commander of this army, Deputy General Huangfu Song, Yang Mao immediately ordered the entire army to pursue.

In this way, the soldiers of the San Thousand Changshe were biting nearly 10,000 Yellow Turbans and chasing them all the way through the valley.

At this moment, an army suddenly rushed out from behind the mountain. The general was Ma Ming, the general of the Yellow Turban Army. He raised his sword and pointed at the Changshe army and laughed loudly, "Haha, Ma has been waiting here for a long time! Kill!"

"Oh no, I've been trapped!" Yang Mao slapped his horse's neck in annoyance, immediately turned around, and shouted in panic, "Retreat, the whole army retreat!"

"Where are you going?" The Yellow Turban General Ma Ming roared and led his soldiers to chase him. The nearly ten thousand Yellow Turbans who had been defeated and fled earlier stopped, turned around and pursued the official army. Even Zhou Cang, who was carrying Chen Mo, turned around and chased Pei Yuanshao and others.
To be continued...