"Loading the dungeon...1%...7%...38%...69%...99%...100%, loading successfully, welcome to the dungeon Battle of Changshe!"
"Tip, since you have not obtained any dungeon record points, you cannot select a camp and your identity will be automatically assigned."
“Hint, you get an identity—a farmer!”
As the voice fell, Chu Xin felt a spinning sensation. When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find that he had left the territory and arrived at a dilapidated house with mud walls.
If he hadn't been so sure that he had entered the dungeon of the Battle of Changshe with his consciousness, he almost thought he had traveled through time again.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, with a bed, piles of old beddings, and some old farm tools leaning against the wall. It can be seen that this is a home of poor people.
"Changshe should be my place, but which dynasty and generation is this?" Chu Xin muttered after getting familiar with the body.
Since ancient times, wars have always been about knowing oneself and the enemy, and being able to survive a hundred battles. Collecting intelligence to determine the two sides in the battle of Changshe as soon as possible is his most important thing now.
"Kill!"
"Run quickly, the Yellow Turban Thief is coming!"
"Daddy~ let me go - uh uh..."
There was a sudden noise outside, interrupting Chu Xin's train of thought. He frowned, picked up a hoe, and stepped out of the house!
The first thing you see is signs of chaos, with villagers running wildly everywhere. Behind them, chasing a group of random people with their heads wrapped in yellow cloth. They are in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and skinny muscles, as if they were hungry ghosts crawling out of hell.
The rioters held some inexplicable weapons such as wooden sticks, hoes, and iron rakes in their hands, and looked crazy. From time to time, villagers were caught up, and a group of rioters wrapped in yellow cloth beat them to death.
Then, the villagers who were lying on the ground were picked apart by the random mobs. They were very careless in their clothes, shoes, and money. They refused to refuse anyone who came. They were very careless.
"Damn it, is the beginning so exciting?"
Chu Xin quietly took a few steps back, but it was already too late. He suddenly appeared in front of the door and had already attracted the attention of the mob.
Just as he had time to close the door, a group of people rushed up and smashed the wooden door with clanging noises. Chu Xin didn't allow Chu Xin to take a breath, and a huge force suddenly came from behind. Before she could react, she was crushed under the door.
Almost instantly, Chu Xin felt all kinds of strange weapons falling on him. There were burning pains from wooden sticks, sharp stings, and dizziness from being hit on the head.
Finally, in the midst of suffering, Chu Xin waited for endless darkness.
Is this the end?
How long have I lived?
The experience of this copy is too bad!
Dogs won’t even play the rubbish game planned and produced by someone else’s dog!
In the territory, Chu Xin, who had just returned to reality, was confused, and then started to curse.
In the upper left corner of his sight, a prompt message suddenly popped up.
"Tip, congratulations on surviving for 2 minutes and 13 seconds. Although you are very fast, at least the counting unit is not seconds."
"This dungeon score: 0; dungeon record points: none; reward: none; consumption duration: 00:30:00."
Chu Xin fumbled around with lingering fear. Fortunately, all the parts were still intact, but the real and incomparable pain kept revolving in his heart.
"Mader, I don't know what kind of evil thing is this, who specializes in dirty tricks." He scratched his lower body angrily, and he was inevitably a little worried in his heart, what to do if there was any illness that he couldn't accept in the future.
"Besides, you're wasting your time too much!"
It took more than 2 minutes, but it took a full half hour in reality. Chu Xin didn't feel the passage of time at all. It felt like half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.
But apart from the looming pain, Chu Xin felt that the physical fatigue before lying down was much lessened, as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep.
On the game map, the instance is not closed and can be entered again.
Chu Xin was not in a hurry to go in and deliver it. He needed to sort out the information in his hand. He should gain wisdom from the mistakes he made, so that he could grow. It would be difficult to achieve anything by rushing around like a fool.
Yellow Turban Thief?
He remembered the shouts outside at the beginning. The name was so loud. Chu Xin instantly knew what era the dungeon of the Battle of Changshe he entered was in.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the government was corrupt and the people were in dire straits...
Three Kingdoms!
His memory gradually became clearer. He remembered that Huangfu Song was besieged by the Yellow Turban Army in a place called Changshe at the beginning. Later, he seemed to have used some method to destroy the Yellow Turban camp.
Then came the appearance of Cao Cao's army, Liu Bei's army and other local armies who came for reinforcements, which gradually kicked off the whole troubled times.
After roughly understanding the two sides in the battle of Changshe, the situation in front of Chu Xin quickly became clear. So after clearing this dungeon, the Yellow Turban Army definitely doesn't have to think about it. They have to find a way to hook up with the army, or do nothing until the end of the Changshe battle?
"You still have to find a way to break through the current situation before you can talk about the subsequent clearance!"
run? Or fall to the ground and pretend to be dead?
Two choices popped up in Chu Xin's mind. A common escape technique for people all over the world, either run away or pretend to be dead. Everyone who has used it said it is good.
He definitely wouldn't be able to fight head-on. Although he could feel that his physical strength was much stronger than that of the Yellow Turban Thief, there were simply too many of them. No matter how hard he fought, they would drown you in the sea of people.
"Try pretending to be dead first, and if that doesn't work, run away again!"
Chu Xin made up her mind, calmed down her inner restlessness, and entered the dungeon again.
"Kill!"
"Run quickly, the Yellow Turban Thief is coming!"
"Daddy~ let me go - uh uh..."
Chu Xin, who had been prepared for a long time, ran out without saying a word and prepared to pretend to be dead, but the problem came, there was no body nearby at all, and there was no blood!
You are lying on the ground naked like this, you are acting like a fool, there is not even a drop of blood on your body, and we haven’t even killed you yet, who are you showing off to!
Chu Xin ran away. He believed that these hungry people, who looked like they didn't have enough to eat, would definitely not be able to catch up with him.
Some of the yellow scarf thieves chased for a while, then stopped and cursed. There were still many things to rob in the village, so there was no need to waste time.
Seeing that the pursuers behind him were gradually getting rid of him, Chu Xin felt relieved and calmed down!
A gust of cool wind hit him, Chu Xin shivered, and an unreasonable chill enveloped his whole body. When he turned around, there was a flash of shining sword light!
"Uh-huh!"
Severe pain came from his neck, and Chu Xin was completely cold before he could see the other person clearly.
Isn't it said that if your head falls off, you can see your body fall down? Did I die too quickly or was your knife too slow?
"Tip, congratulations on surviving for 5 minutes and 43 seconds. You ran very fast, but after all, you only have three legs."
"This dungeon score: 1; dungeon record points: none; reward: none; consumption duration: 00:30:00."
Chu Xin sat up from the bed in shock, panting wildly. This feeling as if it was real almost made him think that he was really dead.
Damn it, if you continue to play this rubbish game, I will become a dog!
