At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the mountains and rivers were in turmoil, and the Liu Han Dynasty was almost at its end. Internally, there were ten ministers who were confusing right and wrong and disrupting the government. Externally, there were local tyrants who expropriated and annexed land. The annexation of land became increasingly fierce. In addition, natural disasters continued for years, which cut off the livelihood of the poor people.

The officials force the people to rebel, and the people have no choice but to rebel.

Finally, in the first month of 184 AD, the massive Yellow Turban Uprising broke out.

The Yellow Turbans spread across the states and counties, holding high the banner of righteousness, and the whole country became clamorous.

The Yellow Turbans were powerful and the imperial army was depleted. The general He Jin came to give advice and ordered all the states to recruit their own warriors to defend the country. The Emperor of Han followed his advice.

The curtain of the chaotic times in the late Han Dynasty has just begun.

After April.

In Youzhou, the troops of Yellow Turban Deng Maocheng Yuanzhi approached Zhuojun and camped on Daxing Mountain.

In the chaotic Yellow Turban camp, at a glance, there are all skinny and ragged Yellow Turban refugees sitting lazily on the ground.

Except for a small number of stronger Yellow Turbans who hold weapons such as ring-headed knives and spears in their hands, and are also wearing half-armor, most of the Yellow Turbans have a variety of weapons in their hands, including hoes, sickles, forks, and bamboo spears.

In the corner of the Yellow Turban barracks, there lay a half-grown boy with a pale face and eyes closed, lifeless.

On the side, there is a dirty little doll that may be a young relative. The child, like all farm children, has a sallow complexion and a body as thin as a bean sprout. On the child's body, he wears a linen garment that is obviously ill-fitting and has long sleeves.

, the child can’t even stretch out his hand.

As a child, he tried to lift his second brother up with his hands as thin as a hemp rod, but his strength was too weak. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength, but he failed.

"Second brother, wake up." The child shook his brother's body in vain. He cried and wanted to wake up his brother. He looked at the other Yellow Turbans with pleading eyes to ask for help. No one would pity him.

The Yellow Turban refugees were all numb and indifferent. Someone died, which gave everyone a little more fun and made it lively.

The Yellow Turban Army looked at the children and the young man lying on the ground with no idea of ​​his life or death with great interest. They seemed to be looking at monkeys.

"Perhaps he is dead?" There were whispers in the camp.

"Maybe he's dead."

People discuss death enthusiastically, as if they are discussing a trivial matter.

Children naturally heard what the adults said.

The dirty child pursed his lips, feeling aggrieved. The second brother could not move, as if he was really dead.

Two orphans who depended on each other for life, the half-grown one died, leaving only a little baby who couldn't speak well.

But there is a bastard who has some sarcastic remarks to make.

"Your second brother is dead, there is no one in your family, no one cares about you anymore, hahahaha..."

The slumping Yellow Turban soldiers sitting lazily aside laughed heartily. Seeing the misery of others, they didn't seem to feel any sadness at the death of a rabbit or a fox.

At this time, the child who was already strong enough not to cry couldn't bear it anymore. He pursed his lips and burst into tears. He was very sad. His second brother was dead. He was very scared. If his second brother died, he would die too.

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There is no greater tragedy in the world than this.

The cry did not bring any sympathy from other members of the Yellow Turban Army. The sadder the child cried, the more people went to tease him to satisfy their own pleasure of bullying the weak.

The little boy cried for an unknown amount of time, sobbing incessantly. The tears slid down his little face and washed away the dust on his face, forming streaks. The little boy sobbed and rubbed his face randomly with the back of his hands.

With just one swipe, my face turned into a cat.

After crying for a long time, the little boy stopped crying.

He stood up strongly.

People don't want to, they still want to hear the cry of children.

"Hey, why don't you cry?"

"I have to bury my brother." The little boy pursed his lips and said in a childish voice.

The hateful laughter got louder.

At this time, the sky was clear and cloudless.

Suddenly, a red meteor flashed across the sky, crossing the sky. In an instant, it had passed over most of Youzhou. Judging from the trajectory, it seemed that it was about to fall in the Daxing Mountain area.

The sky suddenly lit up, and all the Yellow Turban refugees in the camp looked up and saw something strange in the sky. The Yellow Turbans who looked up in the camp were stunned at first, and then suddenly realized that the bolide was coming this way. All the Yellow Turban soldiers

They panicked, got into a mess, and ran down the mountain as if scrambling to escape.

Everyone else was running for their lives. The little boy who was guarding his brother's body looked up at the unknown thing flying down from the sky. He was also scared. However, he was afraid of what would happen to his second brother lying here if he left.

As a result, the refugees in the Yellow Turban camp ran down the mountain with a roar, and half of the camp was empty. Only dirty little babies and half-grown teenagers lying on the ground lifeless were left in the camp.

The red meteor crashed into a corner of the camp in the blink of an eye. There was no earth-shattering sound or flying sand and rocks. The meteor fell to the ground. In an instant, a red light suddenly emitted, and the mountainside was dyed in a psychedelic red.

The red light bloomed for a moment and then disappeared completely.

Countless yellow turban refugees who had fled halfway up the mountain all stared and rubbed their eyes. At this scene, many people almost thought they had seen it wrong.

Not knowing what the red light falling from the sky was, the Yellow Turbans fled and returned to the camp uneasily.

Deng Maocheng's Yuanzhi tribe had tens of thousands of refugees, and the camp was spread over half of the mountain. No one paid attention to the remote corner of the camp.

When the yellow scarf from the same village came back, he saw a confused boy sitting up, and next to him was a little baby with a happy face and wet tears on his face.

"Hey, young man, did you see any movement?"

As if calling himself, the young man who woke up looked up blankly and looked at some strangely dressed people a few steps away... some people wearing yellow scarves and ragged clothes.

"Ask me?" The young man pointed at himself, a little stunned.

No matter who you are asking, the yellow scarf refugee holding a bamboo gun glanced at the stupid young man and gave up the intention of asking any more questions.

Then, this was probably a group of Yellow Turbans, and regardless of the young man who had woken up from hunger, the Yellow Turbans gathered in a group, looking up to the sky from time to time, and chatting about something.

At this moment, Li Mengxi felt extremely strange.

Where is this? Why are we in the wilderness? Who are these people? Also, is this dirty kid next to me who is giggling at me and calling me brother, is my brother?

Li Mengxi stretched out his hand and looked at his little arms and legs. He finally spent nearly a quarter of an hour and was shocked to understand one thing. This is no longer the 21st century!

Looking again, the people wearing yellow scarves around them were listening to the buzzing discussions. The word Qu Shuai popped out of their mouths from time to time, a guess that made Li Mengxi extremely shocked.

(Could it be...) Li Mengxi's eyes widened.

Li Mengxi saw a dirty little baby, who looked to be three or four years old at most, looking at him.

Li Mengxi looked around and saw that this child had dirty hands and face. He was wearing a linen dress that was too large. It obviously belonged to an adult. When it was worn on him, his hands were not easily exposed. His small hands were all covered by the sleeves.

, the little baby kept pulling up his sleeves.

"You...are my brother? What's your name?" Li Mengxi forced a smile.

The little baby looked at his second brother strangely. He didn't understand why his brother asked what his name was.

"Isn't my name Brick?" The little doll looked at Li Mengxi with wide eyes and said in a milky voice.

Brick... his nickname, right? Li Mengxi couldn't help but laugh when he was given this name.

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April, the fourteenth day of the lunar month.

In Youzhou, a red star flies across the sky during the day and falls in the Daxing Mountain area of ​​Zhuo County.
Chapter completed!