A strong wind blew away, bringing some heat of heat. The sun hangs high in the sky, cracking the scorching pieces of the earth.

The earth was dry and there was not enough water. The plants and trees on the ground looked a little yellow. The small rivers that were originally flowing with rivers have now become sunken gullies.

The birds chirped hoarsely in the air, as if they could not bear the thirst. They circled around the air, and then carefully flew towards a wide river.

This river channel is extremely spacious, about hundreds of feet wide, and there is still some moist silt in the center of the river channel. The bird dared not land directly in search of water sources, because there were hundreds of people in the river channel carefully using broken wooden barrels.

The people in the river were ragged and thin. Several people looked at the birds gradually falling and their eyes lit up, revealing a hint of heat.

In this world where you can’t eat, as long as this bird dares to fall, it will become a prey in the eyes of these people!

An iron knife was hanging around Gao Tai's waist, and a broken wooden barrel was held in his hand. There was a little turbid river water inside the barrel. He also saw the bird in the air, his fingers trembled, as if he wanted to hold the hilt of the knife around his waist.

However, thinking that the young master who had not recovered from his injuries was still waiting to apply medicine, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, turned around and left with the barrel.

In front of the river was a huge camp. Countless ragged men and women wearing yellow turbans were noisy in the camp. Some children cried hungry and some women cried helplessly.

Around the camp, four teams were patrolling with spears, and many wounded soldiers with broken hands and feet were panting heavily in the corner of the camp.

Gao Tai saw the spearmen patrolling around wearing yellow turbans in the camp, and a trace of resentment flashed through his eyes. Then he immediately controlled his emotions and came to the camp tent in a remote corner of the camp with a wooden barrel.

The camp was ragged and seemed to be made of worn-out flags on the battlefield as materials.

"Father! You are back!"

Hearing the footsteps outside, a thin head poked his head out of the camp. This was a thin girl with black and gray on her face. She saw Gao Tai's figure and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly walked out of the tent to take the wooden barrel in Gao Tai's hand.

"Xiaoying, how are you doing now? How are your injuries recovering from your body?" Gao Tai touched the girl's dry and slightly yellow bun with loving touch and asked softly.

"The herbs collected by Ah Father are very useful. The young master's injuries have healed a lot!" said the girl named Xiaoying.

She carried the wooden barrel with some difficulty and carefully poured the turbid water into the pottery bowl next to her. There was a bonfire that had not yet been extinguished, and a trace of herbal smell was emitted from the pottery bowl.

"The herbs I picked can only be applied externally to treat some external injuries. The young master mainly hurts the head. The talisman water from Taipingdao is really useful. It seems that it won't take long before the young master will be cured."

Gao Tai showed a hint of joy on his face when he heard this. The young master was stabbed by the official army on the battlefield four days ago. When he fell to the ground, he happened to hit a stone. He was seriously injured and was drowsy for a day and a night before he woke up. He was bedridden for two or three days, took a little talisman water, and applied herbs on his body before he could get out of danger.

"You boil water outside first, and go see the young master for your father! Remember to call me loudly if you have anything!"

Gao Tai explained, lifted up the tent, and the tent was covered with grass and rags on the ground in a simple manner. A young man who looked eighteen or nineteen years old was lying on it. The boy looked upright and had a slightly bronze complexion in his skin. He did not look very outstanding, but he had a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

At this time, a strip of blood-seeking cloth wrapped around the boy's chest. When he heard the footsteps, he immediately opened his eyes and turned over to stand up. His movements were straightforward. Seeing the appearance of the visitor, he let go of the wooden stick in his hand and shouted: "Uncle Gao!"

Gao Tai hurriedly stepped forward and helped the boy sit down, "Young master, be careful, the wound on your body has not healed yet!" As he said that, he looked at the boy's face as usual, and then took a step back.

The boy smiled bitterly, "I have troubled Uncle Gao these days. If Uncle Gao had not tried his best to guard the escort four days ago and dragged me out of the chaos, I would have lived until now!"

Gao Tai's expression changed and his face was solemn: "Young Master is treating me as an outsider? I am a servant of the Gao family. It is natural to serve the young master. Besides, without the protection of the young master, Xiaoying and I would have starved to death long ago. Please stop saying these words of dissatisfaction!"

The boy nodded and stopped talking, but his heart was undulating. His current name was Gao Cheng and his courtesy name was Ziming.

I suddenly came to this world four days ago, and the soul and the residual soul of this body merged, and during the fusion process, I got some memories of this body.

But the fusion is not thorough, and there are still many memory fragments in the mind that have not been fusion, which only allows him to roughly know his name and some trivial matters.

Due to the change of soul, Gao Cheng is not familiar with the character of his servant Gao Tai. Since he woke up, he has been deliberately pretending to have headaches, reducing direct contact with the other party and observing secretly.

Four days passed, and he discovered that Gao Tai was loyal and righteous, and did not find any abnormalities in his life, and often went to the wild to collect herbs for him at risk.

Knowing this, Gao Cheng also let go of his guard and regarded Gao Tai and his daughter Gao Ying as someone he could trust.

"By the way, young master, when I was fetching water in the river just now, I heard that Coach Qu was about to lead his army to Yingchuan, and the camp will be set off in three days!" Gao Tai said suddenly.

Gao Cheng thought for a moment, combined with what he knew in the past few days, and analyzed: "The Yellow Turban Thief just fought a tough battle with the official army four days ago. Although he won, he did not get much food and grass from the capture!"

"After staying here for a long time, no official army is needed to attack. Most of the more than 10,000 people in this camp will starve to death. The remaining Yellow Turban soldiers are no match for the officers and soldiers at all."

"This group of Yellow Turban soldiers has not many choices. Whether it is going south or north, only by continuing to attack the city with the people can you have hope of survival!"

Gao Tai suddenly realized, showing a convincing look. "What the young master said is that these Yellow Turban thieves either choose to starve to death or must set up camp to attack the city!"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his face became extremely ugly.

"The Yellow Turban Thiefs want to continue to attack the city, wouldn't that mean we still have to go into battle with the government army? Damn it! If it weren't for these gangs of thieves, we would have returned to Guangling long ago, and now we were actually trapped in the thief camp. If the government army knew our identity, how would the young master enter the government in the future?"

There are not many memories left in this body, and Gao Cheng did not understand the situation in the world after absorbing the memory.

So when I heard Gao Deng's words, I did not respond, but sighed slightly and said, "If there is chaos today, the government and the Yellow Turban Army are coming and going, especially the Yellow Turban Army, which are everywhere. Even if we can escape from here, we will encounter other Yellow Turban soldiers if we can't go far. Let's stay here first to find a way to save our lives."

Gao Tai could only nod and said that when he heard this, he could not help but nod. Then he saw Gao Cheng's face showing fatigue, so he stood up and left, allowing Gao Cheng to continue to rest in the camp.

After Gao Tai left, Gao Cheng smiled bitterly, "Yellow Turban Thieves... Guanghe Seven Years, this place is actually the Three Kingdoms World. I don't know what bad luck I had. I suddenly came here. The most deadly thing was that I was forced to join the Yellow Turban Army!"

In his memory, the Yellow Turban Army has always been the representative of the rabies fighting against the Five Slags.

Moreover, the Yellow Turban Army was regarded as a thief in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. As long as it hit the hands of the official army, it would only have one word to kill! This situation did not improve until the later period when the princes competed for hegemony.

"Oh, it's not my turn to worry about the future of the Yellow Turban Army. The most important thing now is how to survive in this Yellow Turban Camp!" Gao Cheng raised his arm, and a stinging pain came from his chest, which was a sign that the chest injury had not yet healed.

At this time, Gao Ying came over with a bowl of herbs. The thin little girl was responsible for taking care of Gao Cheng these days. She was very tired. She whispered: "Young Master, it's time to change the dressing!"

As she walked forward, she took off the cloth strip wrapped around Gao Cheng's body and carefully applied the herbs to the wound on his chest. At this time, the wound had begun to shrink, and there was still a blood-red trace.

"That's great, young master, the wound should be completely healed in another day." Gao Ying looked very happy, with a slightly blush on her face.

After applying the medicine, Gao Cheng put on his clothes and said in surprise: "Xiaoying, where did Uncle Gao pick herbs? I was hit in the chest with a knife. After being injured so seriously, I will be cured in four days after applying the medicine. This is too fast!"

Gao Ying looked at him in confusion and said, "Did you forget it? It was Ah Father who exchanged Taiping Fushui from Wu Du Bo's hand with the property seized on the battlefield and rescued the young master with the Fushui. Taiping Fushui can cure all diseases, but the herbs collected by Ah Father do not have such a great effect!"

Taiping Fushui? Gao Cheng was shocked. Is Fushui a fool used to deceive people? How could it be cured by all diseases? However, when he saw Gao Ying's expression, he seemed to believe in the effect of Taiping Fushui.

"Well, maybe I had a head injury, I remembered it wrong." Gao Cheng laughed dryly, and at this time he croaked in his stomach, quickly changed the subject and asked, "By the way, how much food do we have now?"

Gao Ying's little face suddenly became dimmer. She no longer paid attention to Gao Cheng's abnormality, but said in a low voice: "We only have half a bag of food left now. This is what Ah Father exchanged for all the remaining money from the grain and grass officer. It is only enough for us to eat for two days. When we set off for the camp, we will go hungry."

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army was composed of loyal believers from Taiping Road and hungry people who were about to starve to death. The camp was extremely short of food and grass. The commander of the Yellow Turban Army could only ensure that his direct troops would not go hungry. As for the refugees and turbulent people on the periphery, they could only let themselves die.

Before Gao Cheng came to this world, although his family was not a wealthy family, he had no worries about food and clothing. He had never experienced the feeling of being hungry. Now, when he heard Gao Ying's words, his heart suddenly sank.

"The food is only enough for two days..."

Gao Cheng felt a sense of urgency. Three days later, the army was pulled into the camp. In addition to the direct troops of the Yellow Turban Army and the strongest among the refugees, the remaining thousands of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people would not have a chance of surviving after a series of treks.

Next, Gao Cheng continued to talk to Gao Ying, pretending to inadvertently inquire about all the information about this world.
Chapter completed!