Chapter 1 Qunying System

"Life therapy."

In the pile of dead people's bones all over the mountains, a burly man with broken armor, dyed red, and many sword wounds on his body, carrying an ordinary cowhide bow and supporting the red cherry gun in his right hand. He almost used all his strength to support the ground and silently read a secret book in his mouth.

A miracle appeared, and an almost invisible divine light went straight through the whole body from the top of the head. Just like bathing in the sun, the next moment, dozens of wounds on the big man's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the torn wound kept cowardly, and finally it was completely the same as before. The big man did not get better because his body was treated. Instead, he turned around for a while. Finally, his eyes turned black and he fainted again.

When I woke up again, it was all dark, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground like mercury, and only the sound of the north wind roaring around was silent.

"Damn it, when is this day over? I have been injured for the seventh time on the battlefield and pretended to be dead. When the big man woke up this time, his spirit was obviously much better, but his face was extremely pale and his footsteps were slightly staggering. He looked around, and countless corpses were crooked. In the pale moonlight, it was like hell on earth.

"Mud horse, they crossed into the Three Kingdoms. Which one was not a tiger's body? The spirit of the king rolled over. Countless generals cried and shouted to be a little brother, and countless beautiful women were shameless and wanted to stick to the protagonist. Why is it your turn to carry it like this? It has been almost half a year since I came to this world. I finally became a general. I returned to the pre-liberation overnight and became a bald commander again. The man spit out his saliva and said to himself.

The name of the big man is He Chen, who used to be a three-time worker with no money, no power and no house in the 21st century. After being hit by a woman again, he was drunk. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He smashed the computer that had not been turned off. As a result, as soon as he woke up the next day, he found that he had crossed into this dangerous world.

This is the early spring of the Eastern Han Dynasty. In the early spring of 186 A.D., the Han Dynasty was weak, the yellow scarf was in chaos, the princes rose together, and the heroes competed for the deer.

If you travel to the family, or the heirs of the princes, it doesn't matter. You know that the soul is attached to a grassroots people, but this people are desperate and forced to join the yellow scarf soldiers and become an ordinary member of cannon fodder.

There is no way. In order to live, Xiao Chen began a sad desperate career.

Although he is tall and big, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he is also a little bold, but in the face of the era of flesh and blood flying and looking at human life like grass mustard, he is still trembling and step by step. It's hard to rely on a little flexibility in my mind and spend months obscenely. Among them, fake death escape has become his best way to save his life.

Don't laugh at He Chen's timidity and fear of death. No one cherishes the different life path more than him.

The only thing that makes He Chen feel relieved is that crossing into this world is not empty-handed. I have all the secret book systems of the Three Kingdoms that I like the most. But what makes him angry has nowhere to do is that except that the system initially comes with a falling bow skill, all skills must be used after the surname is upgraded.

Fortunately, the system gave a bow, making Xiao Chen a sharpshooter who wears Yang in a hundred steps. It was with this signature ability that he was promoted to a general in an exception of less than three months. That's what the person in charge of Bailai said.

Of course, this skill is not infinite flow, and there is also a limit on the number of times. The higher the spiritual power, the more times it is used, the greater the power. At present, He Chen can use the bow skill about three times in each battle. If he exceeds this number, his mental strength will be overdrawn.

He Chen couldn't help but open the surname of the system character in his mind:

Level: Level 3.

Force: 51.

Intelligence: 52.

General rate: 50.

Politics: 50.

Lucky: 80.

Charm: 80.

Experience value: 20/400

Shit, looking at the surname of the garbage that can't be in the garbage, He Chen couldn't help scolding. At this level of force, it is a dish of dishes in the Three Kingdoms, only higher than Xun Or, Xun You, Fa Zheng, Yu Ci and other civil servants who have no power to bind chickens. The purpose is that the thighs can take a bigger step than them when they run for their lives. And intelligence, He Chen was also very unhappy. Although he thought that he was not extremely smart, he should turn his head a few more times than Zhang Fei and Lv Bu. Why do you give such a cheating surname? There is also the command and politics, your uncle's, that is to say, my ability to lead troops to war and manage the internal affairs of a city also belongs to the nine streams. Only the last two surnames are lucky and charming, which makes He Chen a little more satisfied. This may represent that the protagonist's aura is invincible in the future, and there is no disadvantage in picking up girls.

In a word, in summary, this surname is a fighting chicken in the garbage.

Of course, He Chen doesn't care much now, because this system is upgradeable. In this period of battle, force and intelligence were raised at 1 point and 2 points respectively. From the initial 50 liters to 51 and 52.

Then how to upgrade this system? It's very simple. Kill the enemy and get promoted.

Life therapy is one of the three skills randomly selected by the system after Xiao Chen killed a dental general and promoted him to a village general. Adhering to the principle of survival, He Chen chose this skill almost without hesitation.

It is also this skill that makes He Chen finally break the attitude of seizing the day and the life for survival. I feel that I have the ability to seek hope for a foundation in troubled times. Think about what kind of scene it would be if it was upgraded to the ultimate must-kill ghost crying to death, or after the divine soldiers were out of the battle? Whenever I think of this time, He Chen is like being beaten with chicken blood. His whole body is full of motivation and infinite longing for the future.

He Chen used to be the department of Zhao Hong in Wancheng. Later, he was besieged by nearly 20,000 soldiers from Zhu Jun, Jingzhou assassin Xu Wei and Qin Jie. Zhao Hong, Han Zhong and Sun Xia were killed one after another, and the yellow scarf soldiers were scattered. He Chen followed Liu Pi's troops to Runan. There were dozens of battles on the way, and nearly 5,000 people were scattered. Up to now, only Xiao Chen is left alone.

"Reel, reel" There was a thunder sound from He Chen's stomach.

"Dam, although pigs and dogs are not as good as pigs and dogs in the previous world, at least there are three meals. It's good to come here, not to mention two meals a day, and sometimes I eat the last meal without the next one. Your sister's is really not human." He Chen was indignant and began to clean up the battlefield, hoping to find some dry food. You should know that He Chen is tall and has a big appetite at ordinary times, not to mention how much physical energy he will consume after a day of fierce battle?

He Chen didn't look at the bodies of the yellow scarf soldiers on the ground. Even if the rats entered the door, they would run out of the empty cloth bags with tears, and they couldn't get any oil and water. On the contrary, there are hundreds of officers and soldiers lying on the ground, which can be searched well.

After a busy time, I found some black and hard nests from the officers and soldiers. He Chen, who was already hungry and dizzy, didn't care about hygiene and unhygiene. He ate the sea jam for a while, which could dispel the hunger in his stomach. After a little more time, he picked a relatively undamaged hard bow, two pots of arrows and a short knife from the ground. After thinking about it, He Chen took off his broken clothes and picked out a relatively clean set of officers and soldiers' clothes from the body and put them on himself. Then he staggered and ready to leave.

He Chen swore that after getting out of danger this time, he would never be a yellow scarf thief again. Even the local bandits are better than the yellow scarf soldiers.

Just as He Chen was about to leave, the earth suddenly trembled gently, followed by the sound of horses' hoofs, from far to near, at a very fast speed.

"It's not good. It should be Nanyang's cavalry reprimand." He Chen lay on the ground and listened carefully for a while, and couldn't help but change his face slightly.

You should know that the cavalry is a very luxurious kind of arms in the Central Plains at the end of the Han Dynasty, especially in the south. Among the yellow scarf soldiers, except for senior generals, ordinary soldiers rely on two legs to fight. Because Jingzhou, Nanyang, is close to the Yangtze River and has a dense water network, which is not conducive to the cavalry to carry out a large-scale charge and round-trip, so the cavalry is not very popular. In addition to the reprimand brigade used to search for news and military information, He Chen believes that there is absolutely no one with about 20 horses running wildly.

He Chen quickly looked at the surrounding environment, dragged his body, which had not yet healed, and staggered under a tree to hide.

Soon a team of cavalry came.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can know that this is a group of extremely elite cavalry. In the bright moonlight, although I can't see what the cavalry looks like, they all have tigers on their backs, and their bodies are murderous and imposing. Wearing a beige delicate trifle's armor, a cyan feather helmet on the head, and a horizontal red cherry iron gun on the horse's back, shining coldly in the moonlight. Crossing the hardwood bow and arrow behind, this is obviously not a decoration, indicating that this team of cavalry should be skilled with swords and bows, both far and near.

In the hands of the leader, all the cavalry pulled the rein neatly.

"Ma Tong, Kong Er, Zhang Yu, Huang Tian, search the battlefield. Others are on guard." In the bursts of "Jinjin" tearing of the fierce horse, a majestic voice sounded in the air.

"Yes, Uncle Du." All the soldiers turned over and lowered their knives, and their movements were very clean and tough.

Soon, the reprimands dispersed, the archers occupied a hidden position, and the gunmen blocked the intersection and guarded everywhere.

Although the soldiers seem to be a little scattered, the distance is not far away. As soon as there is a sudden incident, they will soon be able to defend themselves.

It can be seen from this subtle action that these reprimands are experienced and experienced.

The four soldiers who were pointed at were scattered under the cover of several archers behind, and carefully walked forward to explore.

A soldier slowly walked in the direction of He Chen, and the long gun in his hand stabbed the body of the yellow scarf soldier on the ground from time to time.

Around the silence, there is only the rustling sound of rebuking Hou's footsteps.

He Chen lay under the tree, with a few corpses lying on the edge. A heart had already "pumping" and a big sweat kept oozing out of the hair follicles in a nervous mood. The palm of the hand has already been soaked.

Soon the soldier passed by He Chen, turned half a circle, and went elsewhere.

I don't know how long it took, the majestic voice sounded, "If nothing happens, we will close the team and go south immediately."

"Yes." All the soldiers answered loudly.

He Chen, who had been nervous for a long time, put down his heart in his throat. The tense spirit had finally relaxed. He took a long breath and moved his body with a little numbness.

The red cherry gun on "bang" lost its center of gravity and slipped to the ground, making a crisp sound that was not too loud.

"It's broken." He Chen felt awe in his heart.

"What sound?" The head of the reprimand leader's face changed greatly.

"Ma Tong, Huang Tian, go and show me. There may be someone over there. Please be on guard. The scouts, who were ready to get on the horse, turned around neatly, and the cavalry leader roared.

"Yes."

The already calm battlefield suddenly smoked everywhere, and the bloody and heavy murderous atmosphere enveloped the whole audience.