"Welcome to the battle of Changsha Dungeon!"
Three minutes later, two yellow turban thugs broke into Chu Xin's house and actively applied to join, but to no avail. Chu Xin skillfully used a steel fork to send them on their way.
Quickly tie on the yellow scarf, and then——
"Kill!"
A rioter wearing a yellow scarf rushed out of the house and merged into the crowd.
Several yellow turban mobsters glanced at Chu Xin, and quickly shifted their gaze after seeing the yellow turban above his head.
The riot lasted for about half an hour. There was a sound of horse hooves, and a Yellow Turban cavalry riding a yellow-maned horse appeared at the head of the village. This was Li De, the Yellow Turban leader of their team.
"Everyone, gather together!" A yellow scarf soldier next to Li De held a clapper in his hand and beat it loudly.
The village has gradually calmed down. After hearing the commotion, the yellow turban mobs gathered towards the village head in a chaotic manner. These people were more or less stained with blood.
Li De glanced at the gathered mob and frowned. The village had collected a little less food, but there was no time to continue looting. He has received the order. Master Qu Shuai Bocai has destroyed the official army and besieged them in Changshe, and is now mobilizing surrounding forces.
"The sky is dead, Huang Tian is standing! If you are still alive, the world will be prosperous!" Chu Xin held up the steel fork in his hand and shouted the slogans for entering and exiting the team along with the surrounding mob.
"Reminder, you have joined the Yellow Turban camp! The conditions for clearing the dungeon have been released: please break through Changshe within 1 month, and the dungeon score must reach 1,000 points!"
Chu Xin frowned. It seemed that it was not easy to meet the conditions for clearing this dungeon. According to the normal course of history, the official army defeated the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans in the Battle of Changshe, killing the entire South Yellow Turban Army. They abandoned their armor along the way.
It is not easy to reverse this process. The officers and soldiers are full of capable people. On the other hand, the Yellow Turban Army has too few people who can take the stage.
Moreover, the score of this copy is not easy to get. After all, this is not Dynasty Warriors. The grass on the battlefield is too hard to cut.
The yellow turban rebels set off in a mighty manner. Chu Xin was mixed in the team and felt a little excited for a moment. In any case, they were finally about to enter the frontal battlefield, and the process had made a big leap.
The rioters who had finished burning, killing and looting seemed to have been castrated in an instant. They followed the troops forward numbly. No one dared to speak loudly and followed the troops to the next place honestly.
The reason is also very simple. The grass on the grave of the last person who did this was already several feet high. But in order to make a living and to follow the army in burning, killing and looting, the rebels were still very obedient.
Chu Xin walked with her head buried for a while, and realized that her hiding was unnecessary, so she boldly looked around.
He found that there were less than ten regular Yellow Turban soldiers in this Yellow Turban unit, and the rest were ordinary rioters. The only one on horseback was the leader. Unfortunately, he could not resist for the time being.
The group of people walked for about five or six hours and began to bury pots and make rice. The food was very simple, just ordinary wild vegetables mixed with chaff-like mushy food, which was difficult to swallow, but the people around them ate happily.
Chu Xin tried to take a bite, and an indescribable feeling of choking came from her, okay, Chef Tucker, I miss you!
He frowned and barely filled his stomach. There were many things to do next, and he had to maintain enough strength.
As dusk approached, the team arrived at a military camp. After handing over most of the food and grass they had stolen, they were placed on the outskirts of the camp. Li De left the camp after leaving the order to stay put.
Chu Xin had been secretly observing the whole process. He found that the Yellow Turban Army's camp was in chaos and the security was lax. The most important thing is that the camp was built based on grass, without digging trenches or clearing away combustible materials such as trees and weeds. What would happen if it turned out to be a fire?
In an instant, Chu Xinming, who loved setting wildfires, understood why the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans were killed and defeated.
This wave of fighting was quite reckless, but the marching formation was unorganized. After all, they were born with mud-legged background. No wonder they were defeated in the end.
A bold idea suddenly appeared in Chu Xin's heart. Before he could put it into practice, Li De appeared in the camp again and brought a new order.
"Brothers, it's time to make great achievements. Commander Qu has an order. The first person to reach the top of the city will be promoted to the third rank and will be rewarded five thousand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xin clearly felt that the rebels in the camp were a little excited. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Are these people so active in being cannon fodder?
In fact, Chu Xin did not realize that in this world, there are not many opportunities to change destiny. Classes will almost never change. A three-level promotion and five thousand dollars in money are a huge temptation for them.
"Everyone, pack your bags and leave immediately!" Li De didn't give everyone a chance to think more, urging the refugees who had just rested to quickly join the battlefield.
Chu Xin was forced to move forward in the crowd. His pace was slow and he fell behind. Gradually, the outline of Changshe appeared in his field of vision.
Corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood flowed. This was Chu Xin's first intuitive feeling, which greatly shocked his "young" mind.
Shura Field!
Chu Xin looked at the thick layer of corpses under the city wall, and his heart felt cold. He had already foreseen the fate of rushing up.
At this time, just as the last batch of Yellow Turban troops were repulsed and a new batch of attacks were being organized, Chu Xin and this group of refugees were directly added in. Judging from their positions, they should be the glorious cannon fodder battalion.
How to do how to do?
Chu Xin kept asking himself, but the team had begun to be forced forward. He slowed down by two steps and fell at the back. Not only him, but the rioters also moved much slower. The tragic scene made them realize that it was not easy to be promoted to an official position. Even if they were promoted, they still had to fulfill their destiny.
"Pfft!" Chu Xin looked at the arrow coming out of his chest in shock, and looked behind him with difficulty.
"Anyone who doesn't shrink back will be killed without mercy! Anyone who doesn't obey the order to attack will be killed without mercy! Anyone who escapes without permission will be killed without mercy!" The general on the horse put down the long bow in his hand and shouted loudly.
The pace of the mob suddenly quickened and they rushed towards the city wall.
"You're paralyzed!"
Chu Xin cursed and exited the dungeon. Outside, Friday was still sitting in the coffin in a daze. Looking at Chu Xin who woke up clutching his chest, he turned his head in confusion.
"It's okay, you can sleep on your own!" Chu Xin gritted his teeth and entered the dungeon again. This time he learned wisely and ran to report the fire hazard as soon as he arrived at the camp, only to have his head chopped off with a knife.
Confusing the morale of the army, he should be killed!
The third time, Chu Xin sneaked out to set a fire. Unfortunately, there were not enough manpower and there was no wind. He was discovered just as he had time to light the fire.
The officers and soldiers worked carefully and deserved to be killed!
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the fourth time!
If you disobey military orders, you should be killed!
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the fifth time!
Those who break into the camp should be killed!
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As he died again and again, Chu Xin became more and more courageous, and a perfect strategy route was gradually taking shape in his heart. Perhaps, he could open up the inevitable situation in front of him.
