hiss!

Of course, the moment Chen Mo's consciousness recovered, he felt a severe pain that could not be described in words. The pain made him not even have the strength to shout.

What's going on?

Well, by the way, I seem to have saved someone...

hiss……

The sound of footsteps running back and forth in my ears.

Is it in the hospital? Is it in the hospital bed? But why, it's so crowded...

Chen Mo tried hard to open his eyes. It didn't matter when he opened it. He almost scared him to faint. He actually saw a terrifying dead man with his hideous face facing Chen Mo.

"ah!"

He shouted in surprise, Chen Mo didn't care about the severe pain in his body and sat up suddenly. Only then did he realize that he was actually lying among a pile of corpses.

Those were corpses everywhere, and there were no sight of them. Some were wearing leather armor, some were wearing only a thin piece of clothing, some were healthy, and some were missing arms and legs.

The bright red blood dyed the entire earth red.

"Well? There are still people alive?"

"Is it an official army?"

Suddenly, several voices came from behind Chen Mo. He subconsciously turned his head and saw two strong men wrapped in yellow turbans looking at him with sharp eyes. They were holding several pairs of leather armor in their hands, as if they were pulling them down from the dead.

Looking at the two strong men holding bright big swords and getting closer to this place, Chen Mo's breathing suddenly became rapid. He couldn't understand what was going on.

"What do you...what do you want to do?" Chen Mo said in panic, enduring the severe pain all over his body.

To Chen Mo's surprise, the three strong men did not act out any extreme. One of them even patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Yes, boy, if you survive the disaster, you will have good luck!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to have no malice, Chen Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

While speaking, another strong man also said with a smile, "I've checked it just now and was about to bury you all, but fortunately you were breathing, otherwise you would have buried it together!" As he said that, he also patted Chen Mo's shoulder.

Unsure of what happened, Chen Mo reluctantly squeezed out a little smile and looked into the distance. He saw that there were many strong men wrapped in yellow turbans in the distance. They held long swords and inspected the bodies one by one. They would carefully carry the bodies with the yellow turbans on their heads, carry them into a deep pit, and gently put them down, and sometimes sigh; and if it was a corpse in leather armor, these strong men would use the sword in their hands to poke the deadly part of the corpse, and then drag the body to another deep pit and throw it down, not at all as cautious as before.

Looking at the vicious look on the strong men covered in blood, Chen Mo swallowed and touched his head unconsciously. Only then did he realize that something seemed to be wrapped around his head.

With a slight relief, Chen Mo looked at the two strong men who were flipping over the body in front of him and asked cautiously, "This...what is this?"

The two strong men looked up at Chen Mo and said with a funny look, "It hurts your head? Here is Yingchuan, our army defeats the old thief Zhu Jun!" As he said that, he licked his lips, with a look of expectation in his eyes, and said happily, "Today is a big victory. I believe the general wants to reward the three armies!"

Looking at the joyful expressions of the two strong men, Chen Mo looked around with horror.

The corpse is really a corpse. Some of them even had their heads cut off, and they were covered in blood. This is absolutely impossible to fake...

This is the battlefield!

The question is, why are you here?

At that time, in order to save a woman, I was hit by a truck and...

Then come here?

Have you traveled through time?

This...how is this possible?!

Chen Mo's thoughts were confused.

I don’t know how long it took, the bodies on the ground were buried by the strong men wrapped in yellow turbans. The two strong men who had just talked to Chen Mo walked to Chen Mo and said, “Boy, can you still leave?”

Chen Mo nodded subconsciously and was about to stand up, but he felt a sharp pain all over his body, his feet became soft, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was supported by one of the strong men.

After standing up, Chen Mo realized that these two strong men were so strong that he was only at their waists...

etc!

waist?

Chen Mo subconsciously looked at his right hand, and then he realized that it was the hand of a fourteen-five-year-old child.

"This won't work? It's really a waste of time!" He teased and held Chen Mo's strong man with force, he held Chen Mo on his shoulder, carried several leather armors in one hand and carried Chen Mo with the other, and walked towards the distance.

I don’t know how long it took, but the strong man carrying Chen Mo said, “Here”.

Chen Mo raised his head with difficulty, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

What did he see? He saw an extremely majestic wooden camp, covering a large area and can't see at first sight.

After entering the camp, there were huge tents along the way, and thousands of people wrapped in yellow turbans were back and forth in the camp, some carrying water to cook, while others transporting the wounded. The scene was extremely inconsistent.

"Boy, are you from that troupe?" asked the strong man carrying Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't answer, and hummed twice vaguely.

The strong man saw Chen Mo's head full of blood, and saw that he was acting strangely just now. He thought he had hurt his head, but he didn't care. He shrugged and said, "Forget it, the general will definitely let me rest in the past two days. I'll put you in my tent, okay?"

Chen Mo had no choice but to nod.

So the two strong men resisted Chen Mo to their tent, put him in a tent with hay, and said to Chen Mo, "Boy, I'm going to go to Zhao's eldest son to report, you can rest here for peace, I will bring you dinner in the evening!" While speaking, another strong man brought a pottery bowl filled with water and handed it to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took the pottery bowl and said sincerely, "Thank you two elder brothers!"

"What are you thanking? They are all my brothers! When you recover your wounds, I will kill the enemy together!"

Looking at the handsome face of the strong man, Chen Mo felt a little calmer and asked, "What do you call the two big brothers?"

"My name is Zhou Cang, that guy is Pei Yuanshao!" As he said that, the two strong men raised the tent and left.

Zhou Cang?

Why is it a little familiar... Hey, isn't Zhou Cang the general who carried the sword for Guan Yu?

Looking at Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao's backs leaving, Chen Mo was secretly surprised.

Guan Yu was a figure during the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period. Did he travel through time to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty?

Chen Mo looked at Qingshui in the pottery bowl and smiled bitterly. He had been not interested in history since he was a child. He only knew a few famous people and didn't know anything else. He really didn't expect...

If it was really Zhou Cang who carried a knife for Guan Yu in history, then it was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Well, the people I just saw were all wrapped in yellow Turbans, so I shouldn't be wrong...

Alas, how could I come here?

Perhaps it was because he was too tired, or perhaps because of blood loss, Chen Mo gradually fell asleep as he thought about it.
Chapter completed!