The north wind is whistling, and the earth is vast.

A piece of snowflake fell from the air, falling on Ma Yue's face, turning into a cold patch. Ma Yue tightened the steel knife in his hand, and the cold texture came from his fingertips, making him feel at ease.

The horse leaped at the end of the wilderness, and there was a faint black line squirming.

Is it finally coming? A faint calmness floated on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth, and finally tightened his belt, took off the wooden round shield that was missing on his back and slapped it on his right forearm.

The sound of weapons being sheathed, gasping, and metal hitting sounds. Countless people like Ma Yue began their final preparations before the war. The fierce cold wind blew up their headscarves, forming a rolling yellow wave.

Yes, they are the Yellow Turbans! Ma Yue is one of them and is just an ordinary sword and shield hand.

Ma Yue didn't know how he came here.

A month ago, probably in November 2007, on his way to Tibet, he woke up on a sleeper and came to this damn completely unfamiliar world. Later, Ma Yue learned that he had traveled through time and returned to the most chaotic and turbulent era in ancient Chinese history - the era of the Yellow Turban Uprising in the late Eastern Han Dynasty!

This year was the first year of Zhongping and 184 AD.

This is the prelude to the rise of heroes and the beginning of the catastrophe.

After a few days of life, Ma Yue sadly discovered that it is impossible to survive in this troubled world with personal strength alone. A group of wandering thieves are enough to kill you! This is an era when individuals cannibalize people. Your only chance to survive is to take up weapons and kill people. Only by doing this can you survive.

Ma Yue originally wanted to join the official army, but after all, the Yellow Turban Uprising would soon fail, so he didn't want to bury Zhang Jiao's old Taoist.

But when he joined the army, he was almost beheaded by the greedy and cruel official general as a yellow turban thief to receive the reward. Fortunately, a guy named Liu Pi received a yellow turban thief and happened to save him. So Ma Yue naturally became Liu Pi's subordinate and became a miscellaneous soldier. He then changed from a miscellaneous soldier to a sword and shield hand due to his military achievements.

Over the past month, Ma Yue can't remember how many battles he has participated in. During the fierce battles, he has quickly grown into a cold-blooded butcher. In more than a month, there have been at least a dozen officers and soldiers who died under Ma Yue's knife.

The faint black line on the horizon became thicker, and the long and loud trumpet sounded in front of it, as far away as if it was from another world.

The Yellow Turban bandits were in silence. In the whimpering cold wind, Ma Yue heard a slight trembling sound of teeth.

Ma Yue turned his head and looked softly at the boy beside him. The boy was only sixteen years old and his face was still childish. He was holding a wooden stick with sharpened at both ends in his hand, and his hands holding the stick were trembling gently.

Ma Yue reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, it will pass soon."

The young man's surname was Chen Minggan. Because he was less than 20 years old, he did not have the word "Phe" yet. He was one of the reasons why Ma Yue still stayed in Liu Pi's army. If Chen Gan had not been Chen Gan, if Liu Pi had not saved his life, Ma Yue would have been looking for another way out. The Yellow Turban Uprising would have failed in the end, and Liu Pi was even a fool, and following him would have to die.

But for Chen Gan and to repay Liu Pi, Ma Yue stayed. Chen Gan's father, Chen Xu, like Liu Pi, also saved his life on the battlefield!

That was the first time Ma Yue went to the battlefield. Facing the official army that rushed over like tigers and wolves, Ma Yue's mind was blank and he didn't know what to do? A fierce official army stared at him and rushed to him like a ghost. The steel knife in his hand raised in the air. A ray of setting sun shone on the sharp blade, and the dazzling reflection confused Ma Yue's eyes.

Ma Yue watched the dazzling snow rays slash from the air, and his whole body seemed to be petrified, unable to hide or block.

In a critical moment, a heavy machete was placed on Ma Yue's shoulder. The violent clash of gold and iron shattered Ma Yue's eardrums and awakened Ma Yue's original wildness. He opened his mouth wide and roared shrillly. The bamboo sword in his hand pierced out fiercely and stabbed into the belly of the official army.

Ma Yue will never forget the feeling of stabbing the sword in his life, just like when he was a child, he pierced a radish with a bamboo stick.

Chen Xu saved Ma Yue's life. In order to save Ma Yue, Chen Xu paid a heavy price, that is his life! When he tried hard to save Ma Yue, a sinful spear pierced through his chest. When the tip of the blood-dropped spear came out from Chen Xu's chest, he had completed the final sublimation of a warrior.

"Chen Gan and Chen Le who takes care of my son."

Before he died of anger, Chen Xu left only one sentence.

Ma Yue was a loyal person. He picked up Chen Xu's steel knife and shouldered the last order he gave him. For Chen Gan and Chen Le, he decided to stay and continue to stay in the Yellow Turban Army.

If a person has no faith, he will not stand. What's the harm in losing his life for his friends? At that moment, Ma Yue felt that he had truly become an ancient knight because he had already regarded his life as a mustard of grass.

Ma Yue looked ahead, and stood up under the ragged flag.

Liu Pi stood in front of the military formation, with a huge pride burning in his heart. In just one month, his troops grew from the first one hundred to the current 5,000 people! 5,000 people is a concept? According to the organization of the Han army, this is a whole battalion of troops.

If he continues at this speed, he will be able to pull up a million troops that swept the world in less than a year!

The black line on the horizon became thicker and thicker, and the speed of squirming forward became faster and faster.

During the suffocating waiting, Ma Yue felt that time and space had grown into eternity at this moment, a faint thunder came from the horizon, and the earth under his feet was trembling gently.

Ma Yue's face changed, Liu Pi's face changed, and all the veterans of the Yellow Turban Thief changed.

It was a cavalry, a huge cavalry!

It was approaching, and finally approaching. When Ma Yue saw the fierce flag fluttering in the wind, his heart, which had become indifferent because of the fierce battles, was beaten without any compellingness, because the flag was embroidered with a big word "Dong". Dong Zhuo from Xiliang was a devil and a jackal.

...

Dong Zhuo held up his sword and rode his horse wildly. A thousand cavalry of Xiliang followed closely behind him like shadows. The huge cavalry formation seemed to be from the underworld, wrapped in the power of shattering everything, like the sky and the earth breaking, like the waves slamming the shore, rolling towards the Yellow Turban Army in front of him.

The earth under her feet was retreating like a tide. There were only thousands of strong horses in the world knocking on the earth at the same time. The whole world was trembling and trembling, surrounding the universe, and the world was the only one! The passion of the world was burning in Dong Zhuo's chest, burning his eyes.

"kill!"

Dong Zhuo roared, and the sword in his hand slashed down fiercely. At the same time, he drove to the side of the riding formation with a slanted tilt.

"kill!"

A thousand Western Liang Jian responded with a loud bang, and the sound was like thunder. Thousands of iron hooves stirred up the snow in the sky. Like a rolling iron stream, Dong Zhuo immediately passed and continued to sprint forward. The row of cavalry in the front pressed down the spears pointing straight to the void. Hundreds of sharp spears shattered the cold wind, forming a suffocating forest of death.

The cavalry in the rear raised the sabers in their hands above the top, and the sharp cold light made the darkness of the sky fade away.

...

The Yellow Turban Thieves' military formation began to stir up, and the soldiers standing in the front row began to look around in horror. They were timid and began to retreat. Liu Pi ran back and forth in front of the formation, shouting loudly, trying to control the decline, but his efforts were futile. More people began to retreat, and fewer soldiers who could persist in their original positions were becoming less and less.

Ma Yue sighed in despair. The Yellow Turban Thief is the Yellow Turban Thief. Even if he fought a hundred and ten thousand battles, he would still be the Yellow Turban Thief and would never become an official army! On the empty plain, when infantry encounter cavalry, only by placing dense formations and fighting to the death can there be a glimmer of hope. Turning around and running away can only lead to self-destruction. Two legs can never be faster than four legs.

Under the strong pressure of the official cavalry formation, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army quickly faded because of the continuous elimination of several small groups of official troops. After Liu Pi killed several retreating soldiers in succession but failed, he finally gave up and turned around to join the escaped army. After all, Liu Pi was not a very courageous person.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat.

Ma Yue knew very well that a person's stubborn resistance was not enough to reverse the situation on the entire battlefield, and he had no choice but to flee. Although he knew that he would inevitably be slaughtered even though he was defeated and fled, he could only die faster if he stayed there. The only thing that is fortunate is that the sword and shield hands and miscellaneous soldiers were ranked last this time, so now, he escaped the fastest.

The Western Liang iron cavalry pierced into the remnant formation of the Yellow Turban Army like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The sharp spear pierced through the body of the Yellow Turban thief like a straw. The bloody massacre began!

Ma Yue held Chen Gan's hand tightly and ran forward desperately. He didn't dare to stop or look back. Continuous screams came from behind. He knew that the "court" of the past was being cruelly massacred. Ma Yue sympathized with them very much and was willing to save them, but he could do nothing because he was just a sword and shield hand.

“Uh…”

A long scream suddenly sounded behind him, and it was so close. Obviously, the government army had caught up with him! Ma Yue sighed, knowing that the possibility of escaping was no longer great. He reached out and pushed Chen Gan behind him, then turned around with a knife, and within his eyes, a cold light had already shone on his neck.

"Ao~~"

Ma Yue let out a wolf howl and waved his sword to block the grid. The two swords collided together without any tricks. Amid the violent sound of gold and iron, Ma Yue opened his mouth and sprayed a blood arrow. His heavy body had floated up like a kite, and fell backwards in the air. Ma Yue felt that his entire chest had been squeezed into a thin layer and could no longer breathe.

What a powerful force. Even if you try your best, you still can't stop a knife?
Chapter completed!