Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 5
After all the Yellow Turbans had eaten and drank, Mu Yi began to weave a queue for these people.

"From today, every ten people will form a group, every hundred people will form a team, and every thousand people will form a division. Choose ten leaders, hundred leaders, and thousand leaders, and move forward according to the organization!"

The chaotic queue was a big problem, so when the problem of food and clothing was temporarily resolved, Mu Yi quickly started to organize the queue.

Separating the old, the weak, the sick, and the young and the strong, with the old and the weak in the middle, and the young and the strong at the front and back, is enough to deal with most emergencies.

Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao are the ones leading the way in the front and the rear respectively, which ensure the integrity and safety of the team to the greatest extent. If they can't even deal with the strongest in the team, then they can only resign themselves to fate.

The defense is nothing but beasts. There are more real wolves than people in the wild these days.

"Everyone, rest where you are!" Mu Yi gave the order to rest when he reached a shaded tree.

After the talent established contact with everyone, his right to speak immediately increased. Although he couldn't stop these yellow scarves, it was enough to have authority.

"Little virtuous teacher, I have a discovery!" When Mu Yi sat down on the ground, Zhou Cang moved to Mu Yi's side.

"What?" Mu Yi asked casually.

"The food we brought back from there can only fill our stomachs, and it can't generate internal energy!" Ai Ai, Zhou Cangqiji, shared his discovery, which he only discovered after exhausting his internal energy.

The inner qi that would recover quickly after eating and drinking enough to replenish nutrients was extremely slow, which made Zhou Cang immediately aware of the problem.

"Sure enough, is there a problem?" Mu Yi frowned, and his bad premonition came true.

Think about it too, how can the food produced in a world where tanks are torn like pieces of paper really supplement the nutrition that this world needs.

"I know! Don't tell others!" Mu Yi nodded, indicating that he knew.

The bad news came one after another, which was really overwhelming. Mu Yi smiled wryly, but didn't say much.

Because they wanted to continue wandering, they emptied their food and carried it with them in various containers, which was why they were moving more slowly.

It was less than half a day's journey before I left in one day.

But the good news is that there is food in the warehouse, even with a big eater like Zhou Cang Pei Yuanshao, it is enough for them to last for about a month.

Of course, Zhou Cang's news told him that they needed to find a stable base in this main world after all.

Otherwise, if Zhou Cang and the others are getting weaker and weaker, I am afraid that there will be only a dead end waiting for them.

"Little virtuous teacher!" Pei Yuanshao shouted and rushed towards Mu Yi.

"What happened?" Mu Yi asked quickly.

"I found the city, there is a small city in front of it, and the guards are not strict!" Pei Yuan Shaoxing said excitedly.

"Okay, let's march towards the city and beat him down!" Mu Yi made a decisive decision.

They now need a stable base, and a county seat is obviously suitable.

"Attack the county town? Little virtuous teacher... the county town is also full of poor folks!"

Zhou Cang's face on the side was somewhat hesitant. Back then, he had no way to be cruel, so he didn't become the commander-in-chief of Fangqu, but just the personal guard of General Tiangong.

In war, people will always die, but Zhou Cang is not that cruel.

Hearing this, many yellow scarves nearby also turned their eyes to Mu Yi, waiting for Mu Yi's answer.

"Poor folks?" Mu Yi sneered.

He looked into Zhou Cang's eyes, said to him, and seemed to roar at everyone.

"Poor folks? Poor folks have revolted like us!"

"Those who own fertile farmland mansions, tens of millions of wealth, and never worry about food and clothing... are not our folks!"

"Not before! Not now! And never in the future!"

"They're not, and they never were!"

After finishing speaking, Mu Yi paused and continued.

"Of course, if they are really honest people, we will never attack them. We are the Yellow Turban rebels, not bandits, do you understand!" Mu Yi roared at everyone.

"Yes!" Everyone responded to Mu Yi's roar.

Having said this, Mu Yi yelled with all his strength: "Heaven is dead! Huang Tian should stand!"

These eight characters have indescribably great significance to the Yellow Turban who was in exile.

An old and dim-eyed yellow scarf couldn't help crying, and the young Mu Yi seemed to have turned into another figure.

"Great virtuous teacher!" The old man shouted almost heart-piercingly, "You are finally back!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback for a moment, but then they all showed a stunned expression.

Yes, the great virtuous teacher is back.

Mu Yi is the successor of General Tiangong and will lead them to hope and light.

The influence of Taiping Dao was revealed, and inexplicable fanaticism appeared on everyone's faces at this moment.

At this moment, they fully believed that as long as they followed Mu Yi, the successor of the great virtuous teacher, they could do everything without fearing any enemies, let alone rebelling against anyone.

"When the year is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!"

More than ten thousand people raised their arms at the same time and shouted in unison, the momentum was monstrous.

Suddenly, everything disappeared in front of Mu Yi, and a ray of light appeared in front of Mu Yi.

Looking at the man in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe in front of him, Mu Yi didn't know what to say for a while.

"I didn't expect it to be like this!" The Taoist priest had a warm smile on his face, "Fate is impermanent, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

"After all, you have inherited your title, so you can tell me any last words!" Mu Yi said after being silent for a while, and he recognized that Zhang Jiao knew that he was not the original owner.

"You didn't borrow anything. On the contrary, you brought new hope to the Yellow Turban!" The Taoist shook his head.

"Going against the sky is irreversible. The original future is bad enough. No matter how bad it is, it can go so bad."

"But when I saw you, I knew that everything was worth it. It's not in vain that I was wiped out by the lightning. It's a pity that I couldn't leave you anything more!"

The Taoist priest's face was full of regrets. At first, he only arranged for Mu Yi as a backup, and more of his hopes were pinned on himself.

In the end, I didn't expect the afterglow of the Han Empire to be so powerful, and the backlash of the imperial consciousness to be so terrifying.

In the end, they had no choice but to start the backhand, but they still didn't put their hopes here. They put their hopes on other variables, hoping that they would overthrow the decadent dynasty and at least rebuild a prosperous age.

But he didn't expect that this second hand, who had never been taken seriously, was the real variable.

"I don't have much time. If you have any questions, please ask!" The Taoist priest's body became thinner.

"Can you give me the ability to protect myself? The current Yellow Turban is too weak, so weak that I can't see hope!"

Mu Yi sincerely begged, yes, the Yellow Turban is too weak.

Not to mention the army of the Han Dynasty, even a random partial army may be able to wipe them all out.

Although Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao can tear the tank with their hands, they can easily set off Wushuang.

But if you face any famous general in the Three Kingdoms period, I am afraid that you will only end up with hatred.

"Naturally, change this chaotic world for us yellow scarves who are already dead! Fulfill our common wish!" While speaking, the figure of the Taoist priest turned into a ray of light and cast it on Mu Yi's body.

"The heaven is dead, the yellow sky shall stand, the year is Jiazi..."

"Good luck to the world!"

In an instant, a massive amount of information flooded into Mu Yi's mind.

Mu Yi's eye circles couldn't help turning red, it was the spontaneous sadness of the body, and it was the common sadness of the Yellow Turbans.

"General Tiangong, go all the way!"

Mu Yi bowed to salute, no matter what, he is now Zhang Jiao's successor, so he should pay homage.

(End of this chapter)