"Report——!" Bo Cai was sitting in the prefect's office waiting. Suddenly, yellow scarf soldiers hurried in from outside. They knelt down on one knee in front of him and said, "Commander Qu, something bad has happened!"
Bo Cai looked carefully through the candlelight and saw that the yellow scarf soldier in front of him was in ragged clothes, his face was covered with black ash, and he was in a miserable state: "What's the matter?"
"Reporting to Commander Qu, General Sun led us to capture the Han army's Xi Zuo, and found enemy traces in the mountains and forests about five miles outside the city. Unexpectedly, the Han army's Xi Zuo attacked with fire, and our entire army was wiped out. Only his subordinates were lucky enough to escape.
"The Yellow Turban Soldier looked up with a sad expression.
"Damn the careful work of the Han army!" Bo Cai gritted his teeth, "A certain general was harmed!"
"Commander Qu, my subordinates escaped by chance. They fought with a Han soldier and beheaded him!" The Yellow Turban soldier held up a bloody cloth bag and raised his head and said, "This can be regarded as revenge for General Sun and all his colleagues.
!It’s a pity that several other Han soldiers have already escaped..."
"Oh? Submit it!" Bo Cai said immediately.
"Yes!" This Yellow Turban Soldier was actually Jia Zhengjin's transformation, and the head wrapped in his hand was also the head of a certain Yellow Turban Soldier. However, when she came in, she asked Nuwa to use virtual projection technology to cover her face with the head as a way to deceive.
Still quite effective.
Sure enough, Bocai opened the package and saw Jia Zhengjin's head.
Naturally, he couldn't see that Nuwa had deceived his vision with virtual projection technology. He looked at Jia Zhengjin's transformed Yellow Turban Soldiers and said, "You can kill this Han army carefully, and you have merit! Hang it outside the city gate to warn the Han army!"
"As you command!"
Jia Zhengjin put away his head and was about to go out, but Bo stopped him: "Wait a minute!"
"What are your orders from Commander Qu?" Jia Zhengjin turned around and clasped his fists and bowed.
"Who is your surname?"
"Commander Qu, my surname is Jiang Minle!" Jia Zhengjin reported the identity of this Yellow Turban Army soldier.
"Jiang Le?" Bocai nodded, "Can you read?"
"Qu Shuai, I am illiterate!"
"How are your martial arts skills?"
"I think I am quite brave!" Jia Zhengjin replied.
"Practice it out!"
"Yes!" Jia Zhengjin put down his head and stood in the empty hall in the middle of the government office. He raised the spear in his hand and practiced his marksmanship, and then stabbed the air repeatedly. The spear danced with the silver snake, which was really beautiful.
Bo Cai's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect there to be such brave people in the army. Why haven't I heard of him before?"
Jia Zhengjin lowered his head and said nothing. After all, he was not very familiar with Jiang Le before.
"Jiang Le, since Sun Ti died in the battle, are you willing to take over as the vanguard officer?" Bo Cai asked.
"Thank you so much for your kindness."
"Very good, hang up the head first."
"yes!"
Because Sun Ti died, Bocai saw that "Jiang Le" was good at martial arts, so he promoted him to be a pioneer officer.
The next day, the Yellow Turban generals in the city were summoned to discuss the attack on Shangdang County.
But just in the middle of the discussion, a messenger from outside hurried in, quickly knelt down and shouted: "General Tiangong has an order, call Commander Qu to quickly raise troops to attack Yingchuan!"
The ordering soldier handed over the token, and Bo Cai checked it carefully and nodded: "Since it is the order of General Tiangong, I must obey it! All the officers and soldiers listened to the order, temporarily abandoned the party, and set out to conquer Yingchuan!"
"Here!!"
Bocai left several Yellow Turban generals in the city to guard the city, and personally led his troops to set off in a mighty way towards Yingchuan.
Jiang Le, transformed by Jia Zhengjin, was also among the expedition team. After all, he was the pioneer officer appointed by Bo Cai.
After the army went out, Jia Zhengjin followed Bocai on horseback.
They continued on the road until dusk, and the army was temporarily stationed in the wild.
Taking advantage of the break, Jia Zhengjin came to Qu Shuai's tent and said: "Qu Shuai!"
"Jiang Xianfeng, what's the matter?" Bo Cai was reading when he saw him come in and looked up and asked.
"To report to Qushuai, I just picked up a rare thing on the roadside!" Jia Zhengjin took out the portrait printed by Nuwa, walked over and presented it with both hands respectfully, "I am here to present it to Qushuai!"
"Oh?" Bo Cai curiously took it and found that it was a lifelike colorful portrait painting. His eyes suddenly lit up, "This... this... actually has such a treasure? Could it be someone from today's world?"
The work of a great sage?"
There were no photographs or oil paintings in this era.
Generally, portraits are made with brush and ink, which are particularly abstract and have completely different styles.
“I don’t know what will happen next!”
"Jiang Xianfeng, where did this treasure come from?" Bo Cai asked anxiously.
“Just down the road!”
"Take me there quickly!"
"Here!" Jia Zhengjin took Bo Cai to the road near the camp and pointed to a random place where he said he found the portrait.
Bo Cai was convinced: "I am afraid that some great sage's lost things can make such a treasure, it is very human!"
"The general thinks that this is a gift from God to Commander Qu!" Jia Zhengjin said, "But does Commander Qu recognize the person in this painting?"
Bocai shook his head: "I've never seen it before!"
As the Yellow Turban Dafangqu Commandery, Bo Cai has never seen this person? Could it be that he is not in the Yellow Turban Army?
Under doubt, he asked cautiously: "Commander Qu, I saw a poisonous snake around this man's neck, and I remembered the art of controlling snakes. Could this man be related to my Yellow Turban?"
"This art of controlling snakes was taught by an artificial general, and it should have nothing to do with this person!" Bo Cai replied, "Which great sage painted this painting, and the people in the painting are as magnanimous as those of General Tiangong!"
"Well!" Bo Cai shook his head, "I wonder if the great sage who lost this treasure will come to look for it."
"Commander Qu, our army is staying here for the night. If the person who lost the treasure comes, we will definitely meet him!" Jia Zhengjin said, "It's just that our army is about to leave for Yingchuan tomorrow, so we can't wait here forever."
"Well! If that person can come today, I hope to meet him. General Tiangong recruits outstanding talents. If he can get help from great talents, the Yellow Turban will be even more powerful!"
Jia Zhengjin said in his heart that this is my thing. Where can I find a great sage? The wait is in vain.
But he didn't say anything: "Commander Qu, if this person can be seen in the painting, he seems to have special skills, it must not be simple! You might as well call the whole army and ask if there is anyone who knows it. If you can recruit him, it will definitely improve the strength of our army."
Stronger!"
"That makes sense!" Bo Cai thought this was correct, and did not doubt Jia Zhengjin's intention. He really summoned all the Yellow Turban Army and ordered people to pass the "treasure" around to find people who knew the strange man in the painting or had seen him.
As a result, the entire army checked and found no one they recognized, which was a huge disappointment.
The most disappointed person is Jia Zhengjin. He finally came up with this method, hoping to find the target as soon as possible and solve it to save the future of the current parallel world and prevent it from entering the zombie apocalypse.
I just didn't expect that after spreading the news throughout the army, nothing was found.
Bo Cai was equally disappointed. If they could recruit such a strange person, they might be able to make the Yellow Turban Army stronger. As long as they could overthrow the Eastern Han Dynasty, they would do anything.
That night, the Yellow Turban Army camped in the wild to rest and recharge their batteries. (To be continued)
