Chapter 4: Cheng Yu visits
Three days later, in a deserted village in Camel Mountain.

"Master Qu, shall we still eat corn porridge and white flour buns today?"

A group of Yellow Turban soldiers saw the firemen behind Ye Chen carrying several large vats and surrounded him with smiles on their faces.

these three days.

Those were their happiest three days.

Before this, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army all looked pale and thin.

With the addition of corn porridge, pickled mustard tubers and white flour steamed buns, every soldier of the Yellow Turban Army now has a rosy look on his face.

When the fireman quietly lifted the lid of the big jar, the soldiers smelled the familiar aroma of corn and became completely excited.

Seeing the smile on the soldier's face, Ye Chen also smiled.

Standing on the open space, he greeted the soldiers.

"Brothers, don't worry, I still say the same thing!"

"As long as I, Ye Chen, am here, I'll have plenty of corn porridge, pickled mustard tubers, and white flour buns!"

"Everyone, just let go and have fun!"

After saying that, he ordered the fireman beside him to distribute corn porridge, pickled mustard and white flour steamed buns directly to the Yellow Turban soldiers present.

Recently.

Everyone became familiar with Ye Chen's process.

In just a moment, all the soldiers lined up in an orderly manner to receive their meals.

Each person is given a bowl of corn porridge and a white flour steamed bun, with unlimited refills after finishing.

After they received their meal, they sat around the open space and danced wildly.

While everyone was eating, they would occasionally glance at Ye Chen who was serving the rice.

His eyes were full of reverence.

"Our Commander Qu is truly a living Bodhisattva. He is so kind to us."

"Haven't you heard that all the food we eat was obtained by Qu Shuai from the heavens? From this point of view, Qu Shuai is simply a living immortal!"

"Let's not talk about anything else. Eating white porridge, pickled mustard tubers, and white flour buns every day is something that even a prince wouldn't be able to live like!"

"That's right! From now on, everyone will follow Commander Qu and work hard for him. Are you still afraid that you won't have a good life?"

"That's right. I don't care what you think. From now on, my life belongs to Qu Shuai. I will do whatever he says!"

……

In just three days.

Ye Chen's status in the hearts of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers was infinitely elevated.

In their eyes, Ye Chen became God's spokesperson.

In troubled times, everyone's wishes are actually pitifully weak.

As long as they can eat well and have enough.

Being free from illness and disaster, you are like a living god!

If you work hard for a living god, why would you worry about not having a good future?
Maybe after dying in battle, you can go to heaven and become a soldier or general.

As for those who had doubts about Ye Chen before, after three days of eating corn porridge, they were no longer skeptical.

I am really convinced!

after all.

Can create food out of thin air.

If this isn’t a method used by immortals, then what is a method used by immortals?

Captain Lao Wang was squatting in the corner, holding a bowl of corn porridge in his hand, and listening to the discussion of his soldiers.

He nodded repeatedly.

During these three days, not only were his soldiers conquered, but he himself was also completely conquered.

Every meal is white porridge, pickled mustard tubers, and white flour buns!
You can eat as much as you want and as much as you are full.

Even the emperor is not so generous!

to be frank.

Ever since General Zhang Jue died of illness.

He was somewhat skeptical about Tianpingdao's series of statements.

But after Ye Chen did this.

Now he has complete faith in Huang Tian and Taiping Dao.

Don't even think about asking him to rebel against the Han Dynasty.

At the command of Commander Qu, he was allowed to go to heaven and seize the throne of the Jade Emperor.

Old Wang didn't even frown.

[Ding, reputation value +1]

[Ding, reputation value +1]

[Ding, reputation value +1]

【Ding……】

Ye Chen probably knew what his soldiers were thinking at this time.

Hearing the reminder sound ringing in his mind, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Over the past three days, his reputation has soared under the powerful attack of corn porridge, pickled mustard tubers, and white flour steamed buns.

In a short period of time, the reputation value has increased by nearly three thousand.

But it is still far from enough to unlock the secondary system mall.

However, at least compared to the precarious situation when I first traveled through time, the current situation is much better.

"It seems that I now have the loyalty of the Yellow Turban officers and soldiers firmly in my hands."

Ye Chen thought about it secretly.

People in this era are still very superstitious, and the fighting power of religious armies is extremely terrifying.

Take Zhang Lu’s Five Pecks of Rice Sect for example.

Even Boss Cao, who reached the peak of his strength in the future, did not dare to confront Zhang Lu head-on.

Instead, they have to sit down nicely and offer huge benefits to be won over.

And now, the one thousand Yellow Turban Army under his command are Ye Chen's capital to survive in the troubled times.

"It's not a good idea to stay in the mountains all the time!"

"When the snow melts in spring, the imperial army will surely launch a massive attack."

"Even though we are no longer threatened by food shortages, we can't just sit there and wait to be beaten!"

"We still have to find a way to break through."

Now that the food crisis has been resolved, a realistic problem arises before Ye Chen.

He was still surrounded by court officials and soldiers.

If you want to survive, you must find a way to break through the encirclement.

Otherwise, he would be trapped by the court army and slowly worn down.

Think of this question.

After the meal, Ye Chen immediately summoned his five captains to ask for countermeasures.

Half a day later.

Ye Chen looked at the five captains under his command with a dark face.

He was so angry that he wanted to kick everyone.

Good guy.

After discussing for a long time, there was still no reliable idea.

"Qu handsome!"

Old Wang came closer to Ye Chen with a smile on his face.

"It's not that I'm not smart enough!"

“That’s the reality.”

"The imperial court has now gathered three thousand soldiers and horses to guard the main roads down the mountain!"

"We really have no other choice but to charge in headfirst."

"If we follow your advice and try to avoid losing strength and escape the encirclement safely, in my opinion, it is not realistic!"

"Yes!"

Captain Lin followed suit.

"Master Qu, what Old Wang said is right!"

"Isn't it just a fight?"

"Let's fight these dog soldiers!"

"Don't worry, Commander Qu. I will ensure that I can lead you out of the encirclement safely!"

"Ah! It seems I can't count on you anymore."

Ye Chen frowned deeply and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out how to break out of the encirclement of officers and soldiers with the least cost.

He currently has a thousand Yellow Turban soldiers under his command, and they are his life-saving assets.

If the damage is too great during this breakout.

He really couldn't bear to do it.

Why can't he be given a counselor like Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick?

As for the people under his command, they either fight or kill.

Not civilized at all.

After a long time.

Ye Chen sighed.

There was a hint of determination in his eyes.

No matter what, we must not sit and wait for death, but take the initiative.

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at the same time.

On an official road leading to Camel Mountain.

A thin middle-aged scholar was riding first on a tall maroon horse.

The horse's hooves stepped lightly and snowflakes flew.

The middle-aged scholar had a leisurely attitude as if he was traveling around the mountains and rivers.

But behind him were thirty or forty soldiers dressed in Han officers' uniforms, all of them with sad and worried faces.

"Master, you don't look worried at all!"

"We are going to a den of thieves this time, but you are making it seem like we are going on a sightseeing trip."

The horse boy asked with a bitter look on his face.

"hehe!"

The middle-aged scholar smiled faintly.

"In your opinion, this is a den of thieves and a tiger's lair, but in my opinion!"

“This is where I’m going to become famous!”

"Whether you believe it or not, wait until you see the Yellow Turban Army commander and talk to him for a few words."

"This rebel force will naturally collapse."

(End of this chapter)