"Is it that bad?"

"The cruelest and most horrible place." Yang Wentian's voice trembled a little. "The rules of the battlefield scene are not like the general historical scene, as long as you follow the original trend, there will be no major problems; The difficulty and rewards of ordinary scenes are relatively stable, and there will be no particularly powerful or particularly slow people coming in. ”

"But even low-level battlefields can sometimes be very lucrative. Many strong people will come in with props, and when we are fighting, we don't know when we will meet such people! To make matters worse, there's no telling when they'll use power-ups to switch sides! Here, even if we win, there may be enemies behind us at any time! I thought..."

When Yang Wentian said this, he seemed to remember something, and moved his lips, but he didn't continue.

I'm afraid it's a speculation that's not so good for him. Since it's so cruel, why are Zhou Yingxiong and I, two newcomers, sent here?

It's because I'm teaming up with you. I'm a little ashamed, I feel like it's dragging us down, isn't it?

You thought that by teaming up with newcomers, you would be able to get a little easier scenes, right?

But... In fact... I'm afraid the command point is the key to our entry. Anyway, you didn't ask, I won't deliberately say this kind of trivial thing...

"You're here." Zhou Yingxiong walked in. "I searched for a long time. It's been so long. ”

"This is the barracks of the Yellow Turban Army, let's go out and have a look." Wang Luo waved his hand, stopped Yang Wentian, who was still about to say something, and walked out of the tent.

The people outside did wear yellow scarves, but it was not like a military camp, but it was like a refugee camp.

Many people, dressed in different styles of tattered clothes, sat around the fire in the camp, noisy and noisy, and from time to time a few people would quarrel and fight, and no one would come to ask questions. When the rice in the cauldron was cooked, the soldiers rushed up, and the strong ones grabbed more, while the thin ones could only eat some leftovers.

Wang Luo walked north. After passing through four or five tents, I still saw two Yellow Turban soldiers standing guard at the door.

He was wearing a ragged single coat and holding in his hand... Hoe. Barefoot, no shoes. Oh, and the other one was worn, straw sandals.

Very well, I need to fight with such a soldier against the Han army, the strongest regular army on the planet in this era.

Wang Luo touched his nose.

By the way, this is a data-based scenario, and they don't know what their attributes are?

As he thought so, he received a hint:

If there are no officers in the camp who are higher than you, you will be the commander of the camp by default.

You can check the information of your subordinates.

The target is identified --- Yellow Turban Thief

Yellow Turban Thief: Instigated by Zhang Jiao, he was transformed by the people of the Han Dynasty. Creatures that have not undergone any military training and will stumble around the battlefield like headless flies.

Attributes: Strength 3 | Agility 2 | Stamina 3 | Intelligence 1 | Spirit 3 (+5) | Defense 2 | Attack 3

Morale: Ordinary (the large number boosts their morale, and religious beliefs also give them spiritual support)

Skill: None

Weaker than me. Let's look at something else...

This time, the object of his inspection was an old man next to him who was not holding a weapon.

Yellow Turban Wanderers: Instigated by Zhang Jiao, they were transformed by the people of the Han Dynasty.

Status: Starving

Attributes: Strength 1 | Agility 1 | Stamina 1 | Intelligence 1 (+5) | Defense 0 | Attack 1

Morale: Good (his belief in the great sage and mentor led him to devote himself to this...) Apparently this will not do them any good)

On the battlefield, it can be used to obscure the enemy's view, it can be used as a momentum, or as an obstacle to movement to hinder enemy forces---- and a good commander may be able to develop other uses for it.

Well, as long as you go to the battlefield, anything that can move is useful--- it depends on how the commander uses it.

As he thought so, two men came out of the camp. They also wore yellow scarves, but these two were much more robust.

They were supposed to have gone out hunting and returned. Both of them carried bows on their backs, and one of them held an iron knife in his left hand and several wild birds in his right hand.

"General." When they walked to the door, one of them greeted Wang Luo, and the other walked over without paying attention.

Interesting. Wang Luo checked the attributes of the soldier who was more deferential to him.

Yellow Turban Soldiers: Young adults among the homeless people, and soldiers with more combat effectiveness in the Yellow Turban Army.

Status: Normal

Attributes: Strength 4 | Agility 3 | Stamina 5 | Intelligence 2 | Spirit 5 (+5) | Defense 5 | Attack 7

Skill: Stab LV1

E-level skill stabbing ----LV1 effect: Consumes a little energy to stab the spear in your hand forward 3 times in a row, dealing weapon damage to the enemy

Morale: Ordinary (although these Yellow Turban soldiers relied on their numerical superiority to achieve some victories, they also had a preliminary awe of the combat effectiveness of the Han army, and they also had doubts in their hearts about the "great sages and good teachers" who could not actually help them on the battlefield)

The combat effectiveness is okay ... By the way, the Yellow Turban Army has no official position, so the "general" just now was just a random shout.

I don't know how many of these three types of fighters are in the camp?

Wang Luo turned his head and looked at the camp he was in. Roughly counted, there were more than thirty tents. Looking out, not far to the north, there were several camps that were slightly larger than my own.

Those who ate, maybe more than a hundred. Plus the rest, there are more than two hundred. What role does the attribute of command play? Will they listen to orders?

How many contractors were there in the rest of the camps? How strong are they?

While Wang Luo was thinking about this. Not far away, in the largest camp, war drums sounded.